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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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591 Chs

[441] Serena's Incident.[2]

Her lower body was not merely missing, but had been gruesomely obliterated, leaving only a grotesque, unrecognizable mess from the pelvis down. Her lower limbs had been ground into a sickening blood mush, a nightmarish amalgamation of bone, muscle, and gore. It was dreadful sight to look at.

Her dried blood, caked upon the walls and floor, bore the evidence of her torture, the suffering she experienced...it was as if the devil himself was the one who tortured her. The dried blood conveyed only one message.

'It had been quite some time since this gruesome act had been committed.'

The stains on the surfaces had darkened to a deep, sinister brown, mirroring the depth of her torment.

Her internal organs now hung like grotesque ornaments from the gruesome cavity in her abdomen. Their surfaces had dried and hardened, resembling grotesque, macabre decorations suspended from her twisted remains. 

"...fuck...what the hell is this...?"