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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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654 Chs

[414] Dreams do have meaning...

[Alan Peccator PoV]

No matter what I did, no matter how many buildings I threw at him, or even when I turned the entire mountain against him…

I was unable to stop his charge, Slowly but surely he was getting close to me. Either he avoided the obstacles or even sliced them apart, he would always keep getting closer, even if I tried to teleport him away he would simply cut the portals.

He would not make the same mistake again.

There are only a few meters left before his sword reaches me.

And I hate to admit it but…I cannot do anything but watch.

My body is reaching its limits. A dragon's mana is nearly endless, but my young body cannot handle it when I am using such a large amount. My veins are being crushed and my entire body is underneath such a massive pressure…it is as if a mountain is on top of me.

The gravity field I set up is slowly decreasing, and I cannot do anything to stop the Heavenly demon from getting closer…and closer.