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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

646 Chs

[466] The might of a primordial.

"What...happened?"

A single voice arose amongst the crowd, half of which had already evacuated the Colosseum, the center of which had been destroyed. Not even a single piece of debris was left there, all eviscerated.

The voice belonged to a young man, whose leg was injured during the stampede that was the escape, he had already accepted the fact that he would die here when his leg was trampled on. However, to his shock, he did not die. He was very much alive. The rest of the unfortunate masses, who had failed to evacuate as well, were also stupefied.

That bright flash of light, the sparks in the air, that destructive skill...failed to kill them? What?

Were they already in heaven? Waiting to be judged by an angel?

No, it was nothing of the sort.

The dust failed to settle quickly. And the host, whose condition was quite miserable, was unconscious, his hover pad had blown apart, and he had also suffered some damage from the skill.

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