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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
680 Chs

[589] Might of a Dragon.

High, high up into the skies his body was lifted as if it was merely a light weight, the pain on his shoulder intensified as the teeth of the dragon burst into blue flames, a power different from mana.

The Minotaur king knew, because it hurt much more than mana! The dragon's already sharp teeth, now encased in blue flame, tore his shoulder down, The bones melting.

[ARGH!]

But even in this desperate situation, he was able to retaliate! He must! He couldn't fall like this, not like this! He thought to himself, perhaps to comfort his restless mind. The shoulder that the dragon, Alan, had bitten into was not connected to the arm wielding the sword.

The Minotaur king turned to look down, and although they were high up, he was confident in surviving the fall! Therefore, He imbued almost all his mana into his sword, as a last desperate struggle to be free of this fiery grasp.