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The Villain's Story

"So, I'm supposed to just go along with the flow?" He questioned, his refusal evident. "I'm expected to surrender to whatever destiny has planned? To accept whatever hand I'm dealt by the cursed fate of this vessel?" He rejected the idea outright. "After finally thinking I'd broken free from the clutches of that accursed snake, now this? The transgressions of this vessel's original owners are not mine to bear! I'm not the same; I'm an entirely different entity!" His laughter reverberated maniacally, filling the air. Because, let's be honest, who wouldn't teeter on the edge of madness when the mightiest entities, armed with their colossal power, are relentlessly pursuing you? Those supreme and primordial beings, capable of obliterating galaxies with casual ease... how could anyone endure such overwhelming fear? Could anyone really accept the cursed hand that fate had dealt them? Yes, He would. He had to. "Fuck it." He declared with a fervor. "I don't care...I don't care if it's destiny or fate or whatever! Even if it's the supreme beings...I...I don't give a damn! If they feel the need to dictate my life, decide my ending on sins I am not guilty of...than I have only one thing to say. BRING IT ON!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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592 Chs

[429] 41st floor.

I punched the Enigma in the face and jumped back, avoiding a leg sweep. Although barely.

'Ha…'

My body was littered with wounds, but so was the Enigma. This fight had been going on for about half an hour, and with each second passing, both of us would strike each other with devastating blows that would easily shatter a boulder like it was glass.

Blood trickled down my nose and entered my mouth.

The metallic, mana-rich blood of mine tasted weird…I hated it. 

It was so repulsive, that I wanted to puke. But I held back.

I swallowed the vomit that climbed up my throat and looked at the Enigma with a wary gaze.

Just like me, it was also severely wounded, maybe even more injured than me.

And that was good.

"What's wrong?"

I spoke, taunting it.

It had spouted the bullshit of making me afraid for so long but now?

It was silent, silent as the sound of a man waiting to die.