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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Pain

The dragon flew towards the barrage of attacks coming from all of the angels.

His entire body was covered in light from the multiple attacks yet it did not leave even a scratch on his scales.

The dragon swept through the army of angels, Killing any angel that had even touched his scales.

The moment they did, a black aura emerged from that part of his body and engulfed the angels.

Then a massive fist came and punched the dragon right in the face.

Yet it did not budge.

It opened its maw wide and fired a breath of pure black energy, It fired it at the fist at point-blank range.

The giant With a golden mask on his face had his entire arm disintegrated,

It was no match for the black dragon.

None of the angels who were present, Whether they possessed two wings, four wings, Six wings, eight wings, or ten wings could hope to defeat this monstrosity, Whether they were in the millions or not.

The dragon annihilated every single one around them.

Until only it was left.