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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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[429] 41st floor.

I punched the Enigma in the face and jumped back, avoiding a leg sweep. Although barely.

'Ha…'

My body was littered with wounds, but so was the Enigma. This fight had been going on for about half an hour, and with each second passing, both of us would strike each other with devastating blows that would easily shatter a boulder like it was glass.

Blood trickled down my nose and entered my mouth.

The metallic, mana-rich blood of mine tasted weird…I hated it. 

It was so repulsive, that I wanted to puke. But I held back.

I swallowed the vomit that climbed up my throat and looked at the Enigma with a wary gaze.

Just like me, it was also severely wounded, maybe even more injured than me.

And that was good.

"What's wrong?"

I spoke, taunting it.

It had spouted the bullshit of making me afraid for so long but now?

It was silent, silent as the sound of a man waiting to die.