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's figure streaked through the air like a bolt of yellow lightning, ripping through the air and arriving at the eye of the fragment of Kizmal. The spearhead of the Ame-No-Sakahoko shone as his mana engulfed it like a rising tide.

The fragment of Kizmal realized what Alan was doing, even if it was occupied. He attempted to close his eyes, but Alan was faster. The Ame-No-Sakahoko pierced through the soft eyeball and entered deep.

White-blue light poured from the wound like fire, intense, scorching fire, each droplet disappearing into a torrent of lightning and steam the moment it touched the ground.

But that was not all of it, Alan held his screams of pain within as his body bathed in the incinerating blood, but his grip was absolute. Even at this very moment, where his body was under the assault of scalding blood, he persevered and pushed the Ame-No-Sakahoko deep, as deep as he could.

[691] Kizmal(3)