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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He cursed inwardly, collapsing to the ground. His body dug into the ashen remains of the district as Ezra painfully fought off the frost from taking over his body. He didn't recall when he had been in this much pain.


Of course he wouldn't, this was the first time ever. Ezra had never been pushed to such... limits. He coughed up blood, which quickly froze before it even touched the ground. Ezra grimaced at the sight, and took out a pill from his inventory and devoured it.


Intense fire energy ran rampant through his body, fighting off the frost. Eventually, the power of the item won with Ezra's help. Ezra heaved a sigh of relief, and looked over his injuries. His arm was in a terrible state, but a healing potion could fix it now that he had taken care of the remnants of Alan's mana.


Chapter 1015 - Ezra Fornum Vs Alan Peccator.