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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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[537]...is a dead dragon.

"... You?"

He felt nothing in his mouth, nor in the artifact embedded in his tongue. He felt no echo in the air as his voice was heard by both himself and the one who held a blade at his neck.

Furthermore, he didn't feel...like he had spoken at all, yet he heard his own voice.

That led him to the conclusion he was talking to himself.

Haha.

The lack of mana had driven him insane, and he had figured it out. He was talking to himself, or in his mind.

But the feeling of the blade on his neck was real, he knew that at least. Just as various conjectures appeared in his thoughts, he heard the voice again.

"A pathetic state you've been reduced to."

He glanced at the blade on his neck, surprisingly, he no longer felt the restraints that kept his body in place, but...he still couldn't move. He felt nothing binding him, but he still was unable to move even the tiniest bit.

"It is you..."