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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasia
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643 Chs

[171]His Masterpiece.

The darkness around me is suffocating.

The last thing I remember is that I used my mana to stimulate the dragon mark on my back.

But it seems I used too much mana in the process and fell unconscious due to lack of mana.

But then why am I here?

In this darkness?

*Hiss.*

The sudden noise made me alert.

I turned to face wherever it came from, but then I heard it again from another direction.

*Hiss.*

The noise was all that existed within the darkness surrounding me.

The hissing of a snake.

The representation of the snake James Smith, The Jade Snake.

Why?

I didn't even touch the Snake mark.

Why is this happening?

*Hiss.*

It seemed to be getting closer, clearer.

And then, as I was standing calmly in place, I felt tremendous pressure coming from behind me.

I immediately turned and found a large eye belonging to a reptile looking at me.

I could only see the slit that was its pupil and the yellow sclera.