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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 · แฟนตาซี
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[230] What they faced!

[Talentless...never being able to be recognized for your own efforts...]

His voice haunted me in this darkness.

[The Trauma of being broken, your mind reduced ash...never being the same again.]

He highlighted Henry and Serena's traumas...and made my heart feel like shit.

Yet...I knew the worst was still to come...more were still to come.

[The feeling of being weak, the feeling of fighting against impossible odds...but not giving up despite countless loss.]

He said...and I could hear his voice in this darkness. Nothing except his voice in this desolate darkness.

[But...]

Fuck you.

[hehe...those are the ones far from you...right?]

Huh?

[Let's show you the trauma of the ones closer to you...]

What do you mean...LET THIS END!

*****

A girl with obsidian black hair lay tied up and blindfolded.

"This is the rich brat?"

A voice belonging to a man was heard...

"Yeah...she'll fetch a good price."