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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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648 Chs

[616] The supreme of Darkness, Valus!

I woke up, my bed drowned in sweat, My cold body felt hot, my dragon heart beating wildly inside my chest, threatening to leave my body. I grabbed my neck to protect it with my hands, and coughed uncontrollably.

"Oh my god!"

Whose voice is that? I don't know, my head is spinning, My body continues to sweat profusely, I can't think straight, tears are running down my cheek and I struggle to breath.

Am I...having a panic attack? Well...with what I've seen, I can't really deny this. In fact, I think it's completely reasonable.

The last moments of that abominable nightmare...

"Alan, drink water now!"

"Oi, Are you good?"

"Boss?"

Three voices, one female, two male. All of them younger than me. Before I could try to look up, A bottle of water shoved in my mouth, cold water trickled down my throat, and finally I was able to calm down.

"Lay him down, Now!"