Blazuku

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.
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The Villain's Story

Alan squinted into the blizzard, his hand hovering in the air, ready to open a portal to the Jade Palace. Something flickered at the edge of his vision, pulling his attention away. The source of the disturbance came from the heart of what little remained of his [Supreme Meteor].

He muttered, his voice nearly lost to the howling wind.

The swirling snowstorm failed to obscure the vibrant light radiating from the crater's center. Alan's body ached with exhaustion, under any other circumstance, he might have ignored it. But this was different. The light called to him, He couldn't exactly it explain it. It just 'felt' that way.

Sighing, Alan channeled mana to resist the blizzard's merciless assault. He soared toward the light, the glow intensifying with every passing moment. He knew it wasn't the pillar—the artifact was already shattered, he was certain he had destroyed that abominable thing.

[670] Alone? Alright.