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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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644 Chs

[216] The Duality of the two.

Elijah was in another one again.

Now he didn't even need to go to sleep for one to happen.

An expanse...a lush green expanse originally now covered with golden blood, and bodies.

The bodies of numerous beings with wings, elves, dwarves, and all other types of races...lay dead covered only with a white cloth.

Elijah walked through the expanse, dead bodies left and right...as he tried his hardest to try not to vomit.

He walked and walked...and yet the scenery of death did not end...

He looked towards the skies, and nothing unusual was present...but then he heard it.

*Tok*Tok*

He heard the sound of walking, and just like always, the angel appeared...only now a lot worse.

His armor was broken, his bright orange hair set free, not confined by the prison that was his helmet, and his scarlet-gold eyes scanned the environment...and in the center of this entire world, he stood alone and took out his sword.