THOMAS CLEIN

Basically, racism is the shit. You really only know when you feel it on your skin, but honestly, I don't care.

I took the water and carried it to the horses. I watched them drink them. Somehow it was relaxing to see It.

I was in a bad mood.

It had been 12 years since I was reincarnated. Interestingly, even though I was a brown guy in my previous life, my skin in this life was brown Also. To summarize, if racism ran like crazy in my past life, in this one it only intensified because I was the son of a prostitute and an Indian; my father, who mysteriously went to buy cigarettes, He embarked on a theater career, with the role of Peres pill and now he was behind the invisible pirate door that didn't exist.

Obviously it was a bad joke; my father abandoned me. Or rather, never was with me. He had sex with a prostitute, came inside without even using protection, trusting only in luck so he wouldn't catch a little gift called a sexually transmitted disease, which, oddly enough, worked, and here I am.

.Well, At least I was pretty. I made this observation and mental note looking at my reflection in the water. I had unexpectedly straight but at the same time curly hair. The kind of soft Asian curly ones - which were relatively long because we didn't have the money to go to a barber. -.

I heard the sounds of horses walking. I looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that a gentleman was coming. He looked at me with disdain.

Well, I was used to it. Being a mestizo, I was treated very peculiarly by people there.

"ey, boy, take care of my horse for now."

I went towards him. That I found a job was a miracle on earth. In fact, I lived doing various jobs around here. I observed what was a magical, literal animal.

There was magic in this world, albeit in a different way. Anyway, I can't get more in-depth information.

- spitting sound.*

I felt spit on my face. Seriously, an old caracara like that thinking like a child was ridiculous. However, I still remained calm and kept my head down.

Technically, I didn't care about that.

-Phew.

After that, he left there. Apparently it was at the city bar.

I heard the sounds of footsteps; a person entered. I looked and it was Alicia, an orphan child who was mixed race, just like me, but she was taken in by the owner of the bar who was also from this damn corral.

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Obviously, I wasn't alone here, I still had some guards to prevent confusion and a few more to help with the maintenance of the horses.

I noticed that she was espresso and angry and her face, brown like mine, had a difference: her eye was black and the corner of her mouth was black.

Apparently, she must have broken a dish and was "punished".

"I.... I'll stay here for now. You... have to temporarily replace me at the bar."

"Will allowed it?"

"Yes... H-he... Said that my face... like this... could scare away customers."

I had to force myself to hold back my laughter... Seriously, a piece of trash like Will still cared about his own reputation, after all, even though everyone knew that he beat his wife and also beat Alice.

"OK. I'm going now."

"O-okay."

I left the stable and went to the bar. I got in and went to Will, letting him know I arrived.

"I arrived." Alice said you called me to replace her for now.

Will looked at me with a frown, and nodded.

"OK."

I wore a kind of Paraguayan apron and went to serve customers. It was ironic, I always thought that because people here were prejudiced, I would drive customers away, but no, I even attracted some, because it put me in a position of inferiority, of service, and most of them felt fulfilled, as if their own prejudices were transformed and they felt a taste of satisfaction.

A man entered the bar. He was brown too. He had black eyes, wore black clothes, he js a bounty hunter who came to drink some to relieve his stress.

His name was Lich. He was a well-known bounty hunter. The most ironic thing is that, even though he was brown, he looked at me with contempt. A person who was prejudiced even against members of his own skin color. If he asked you what color he was, he would probably say he was dark because he got a lot of sun.

I thought a little about replacing Alice. I thought about how replaceable I was too. If I die today, how long would it take for them to replace me?

In my past life, we were afraid of the future because we might be replaced by robots. Getting a job could be difficult, but if we stop to think about it, ordinary people are always Replaceable.

However, there were talented people: physicists, doctors, etc. Whether through their own effort or luck of being born geniuses.

It was a hard truth to swallow; admit that one man is worth more than another. That one life is more important than another. It's difficult to accept that a scientist's life is worth more than yours, right?

At least, that's what I thought. Racism was harmful to society precisely because it only looks at skin, at ethnicity, and doesn't look at what really matters in a human being; its usefulness For the society. It doesn't matter the color, what really matters, deep down, is how useful a person can be to society, and that's what society really values.

What was my share of being born into two worlds that were almost the same? This competition of genetic inheritance, having been born without talent or good genetics, is it worth... Fighting?

I had been thinking about suicide for a while since my previous life. And in this second life, I just didn't commit suicide because I would probably just reincarnate again, and I was also scared of going to hell or something.

I looked at the road in front of the bar, and curiously, a bench was on the other side.

*Shot.

Ah.... My day only gets worse.

Bandits were trying to rob the fucking bank and they were exchanging gunfire.

Three entered the fucking bar! Lich got up quickly, but took a magical shot that made his brains come out and he fell dead on top of me, soaking me in blood.

....Shit...!