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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

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[134]The Child of Death.

In a desert dungeon, Alan Peccator sleeping against the body of a dead monster.

The area around him was covered in blood-red sand.

The sand was dyed red from the blood of the numerous monsters around him, all having gruesome wounds.

Alan's body was also covered in blood, his snow-white hair all dirty and its original color could not be discerned.

And suddenly, 'something' walked among the corpses of monsters.

A four-legged leopard that had blood-red fur, four blood-red eyes, and horns all around its body, its fangs glistened under the artificial sun of the dungeon.

It walked and finally saw the one who caused the massacre of its fellow dungeon beasts.

The 'Perpetrator' opened his eyes, revealing two blue diamonds that glistened even more than the Blood Leopards Fangs.

"Grr.."

It growled, and Alan stood up and prepared himself to take this foe down.

Both of them circled around each other, in the limited space around the corpses, and finally...