MTL - Match Point - Chapter 1400 draw the line

One day, a ghost possessed me.

The younger brother donated his kidney to his older brother and chose death over living with only one kidney.

A high school girl tried acting in front of her father.

A Korean military police officer from the Japanese colonial period belatedly tried to protect his country.

A con artist attempted to steal his partner’s heart but ended up losing his own.

I could vividly portray their lives.

Their experiences were akin to a theatrical performance, almost theatrical.

In the new era when the earth began the test to become a Level 2 Civilization, everyone's Constellations played the most important role because only from them could people obtain skills.Having a contract with a stronger Constellation meant getting skills with a higher class.Money was the determinant of getting stronger Constellations as they offered skills to those who paid more.Oliver had no problem with that as he was raised by his aunt who was a super rich woman.That woman could contract one of the Strongest Constellations.However, she suddenly offended the Constellation she was about to contract, causing an inevitable conflict.As a result, that Constellation used his influence to make all Constellations not accept contracts from the two of them.Even with a lot of money, their status was destined to plummet in this new era if they did not have a Constellation.They had to be prepared for the attacks of their enemies.Unexpectedly for Oliver, when he felt hopeless, he accidentally joined a chat group that he initially thought contained strange people but turned out to be the most powerful figures in the universe.Even two of them casually gave him SSS+ Class Skills...

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.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

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 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.

“Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It’s done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children.