Have you ever wished for power?
Well, I have—every day, wishing it would come true. But why would an ugly, fat, pathetic guy like me ever get this so-called "power"?
I’m so pathetic. I get bullied, tortured, and tormented at work every single day, and have been for the past four years. I wish it would stop, but that’s just a pipe dream for me at this point.
Huh, it’s raining heavily outside. I hope I brought my umbrella with me today.
“Hey, Samuel, use your fat-ass body to protect me from the rain, please,” mocked a male co-worker.
“SHUT UP!” shouted Samuel angrily.
“Don’t make him angry now—he might try to belly flop you to death,” grinned a female co-worker.
Samuel walked away from the people mocking him and took the painful walk home. In fact, it was even more painful than usual, since it was raining like there was no tomorrow. Now, did I bring my umbrella with me?
He checked his pockets and bags and soon realized he had left it at home. I left it at home, didn’t I? Today is not my day. He then proceeded to walk in the rain, feeling every inch of water dripping onto his body like ash from an exploding volcano.
He walked and walked for the next 25 minutes until he finally arrived outside his desolate, isolated house, which looked like a swamp from the outside.
He took careful steps toward his front door, trying not to get hit by the overgrown bushes and thorny plants. He searched his jacket pockets to find his house keys. Clank. He heard a metallic noise in his left pocket and grabbed his keys with trembling hands. He was about to put the key in the keyhole when he noticed the door was slightly open.
I could have sworn I locked my door when I left this morning. Oh well, saves me some time trying to open it, I guess.
His stomach rumbled as loud as thunder, so he went to find his fridge—or as he called it, heaven on earth. He opened the fridge door and felt the cold air breezing onto his frail, overweight body like an AC unit. Hmm, what do I want? A chocolate bar or—
“Hello, Samuel. Do you know why I’m here?” said a mysterious voice lurking behind Samuel.
“N-No. W-Who are you, and h-how did you get in?” stammered Samuel in a panicked tone.
“My bad. I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I? I’m the guy who always makes your life feel like the bottom layers of hell at work,” mocked Clinton.
Ever since Samuel started working, Clinton had always found a way to make Samuel’s life feel like hell on earth. Samuel had thought of suicide many times since he started working, but never went through with it, believing that one day he would gain some kind of power like in the manga he read—but that never happened.
“Wanna know why I’m here?” sneered Clinton.
“I d-don’t want to know! Get out of my house!” stuttered Sam desperately.
“A few of your so-called friends paid me a hefty sum just to kill you,” smirked Clinton evilly.
Sam’s entire body froze up like an icicle, and he didn’t move a muscle until Clinton pulled out his phone.
“My friends would never do such a thing. They’re loyal,” Sam said confidently.
“Loyal, you say? Don’t make me laugh. Listen to this voice message they sent me,” said Clinton.
“Can you do me a favor? I’ll pay you 20k—no, 30k—to kill Samuel for me because I can’t stand that fat guy’s ugly face. He looks like a monster who calls himself a human being when he doesn’t resemble one. And don’t get me started on how he stinks—his stench is so deadly, he could wipe out an entire army in one blow,” said Sam’s friend.
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“Do you think I’m bluffing now, Samuel? You’ve got a choice: it’s either you die the easy way or the hard and painful way,” grinned Clinton, a smile slowly forming on his face as he started to pull out a military-grade pistol.
At that moment, Samuel slowly started retreating to the sink, where two razor-sharp knives were stationed. He took a deep breath, grabbed one of the knives, and threw it at Clinton, grazing his shoulder as he was still pulling out the pistol.
“You’ve chosen the hard way out, Samuel. At least you won’t die a coward,” said a delighted Clinton.
I’ve hit him. All I need to do now is throw this last knife I have and—
Bang! Bang! Bang! Clinton fired three bullets at Samuel—one in the abdomen and one in each lung.
Samuel barely managed to throw the knife he was still holding, hitting Clinton in the shoulder. Samuel put one hand on his abdomen and the other on his lungs, trying to stop the bleeding, which was making everything crimson red, and also trying to stop air from escaping his newly pierced lungs.
But Sam knew this wasn’t going to work, though he tried anyway. Samuel prayed in that moment that he would get an ability, but it didn’t happen.
“How does it feel, Sam? You’re at death’s door now. I would shoot you in the head and make you suffer a bit longer, but I think I’ll watch you slowly but surely die. Hahahahaha,” laughed Clinton.
“I guess the workplace won’t smell like a garbage dump from now on,” smiled Clinton menacingly.
As Clinton finished his sentence, Samuel’s life flashed before his eyes, replaying every good and bad memory he’d had.
I have a few regrets—things I didn’t get to do before I died. One of them was living for 34 years and still being a virgin. But seriously, is this what dying feels like? I’m probably being punished for how pathetic and utterly useless I am.
I wish I had apologized to my parents for giving them such a hard time. I know they were trying to support me, but I just ignored them, thinking that I would be right and not them. But it turns out I was wrong. Well, looks like I’m joining my friends in the afterlife.
In my next life, I’ll do things right and help ou—
Samuel fainted, and a few minutes later died due to a lack of air.
Samuel’s body was now drifting through a white and black void.
Sam was still unconscious while his “lifeless corpse” drifted seemingly forever until a silky, silver-haired, gray-eyed, dazzling female goddess whispered something into his ear, causing the space around him to warp and transport him somewhere unknown.
Quest Completed: Determination of the weak!
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Starting reincarnation process!
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New Name!
Samuel Raveish!
Age
0
Race
Human
Error
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Error fixed
90% Human
10% of unknown origin
Attributes
None
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