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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
648 Chs

[406]Heavenly demon[3]

"That dream again."

The heavenly demon muttered. He was lying on the flowery plains of the heavenly demonic mountain, enjoying a peaceful rest. But that dream had interrupted him once again.

He squinted his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun and raised his arm to shield himself.

"Sigh…"

He massaged his temple and lay down on the ground once again, his dry lips begged for water, and his eyes for sleep.

His state was pathetic, unbefitting of his stature. But what did it matter?

No one was alive in his world to respect him anyway. What did it matter? He did not have to abide by the customs of Murim when Murim itself had rotted away.

"..."

'How long has it been?'

He thought as he stared at Murim once again, at the blackened lands that were once fields of wheat, a land of gold.

[You seem tired.]

"Tch."

The Heavenly demon, Ma Cheon clicked his tongue when the voice of the tower rang in his ears.