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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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{71}Body as Cold as Ice[1]

(A/N:Fights will be in third person view.)

*Bam!*

The punch from the sword saint landed straight in the middle of Alan's face when he had just teleported again.

The Body of Alan Peccator flew back from the impact from the sword saints fist with great speed.

And just as it was about to crash into the wall, The Figure of the Sword Saint disappeared like a flash of lightning and appeared above the flying Alan Peccator.

With his leg raised, it seemed as if he was going to perform an ax kick on Alan, Who just before the kick landed on his already broken face, immediately Teleported above the sword saint.

The Axe kick of the Sword Saint hit the ground and shattered it like it was glass.

The marble flooring had been completely shattered like glass and the ground beneath it had already formed into a crater.

*Clang!*

Alan, who was not idling by when he teleported above the sword saint, had launched an ax kick of his own, which hit the target this time.