Chapter 1
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Walking in the night on the street, Sam looked up to the sky…
He slowly narrated,
"My name is Samwise."
"Yes, you heard that right. Nothing's wrong with your eyes and ears."
"Apparently, my parent named me that because I look a bit more ugly than average, and a bit more dumb than normal. How did they even determine that? I don't know. Maybe that's the reason they left me alone…"
"But who cares, what matters is the inside. Look, I'm generous with my inside," he patted his own beer belly, jiggling like the waves of the ocean.
"I'm a positive guy. And I always believe everyone is a genius in their own field. It's just that, I'm a bit unlucky, you see. I can't find my talent no matter how hard I tried."
"Sigh… life is like biting on a lemon, the more you chew, the more you realize you fucking crazy to even chew that."
Thunder booming in the sky, the only companion of Sam's who responded to his babble on this rainy night, on the tall bridge where no cars passed by.
"Why am I here you asked. You better ask, or I might punch you in the face. Yes, I'm crazy, so you better ask, or I will… I will jump down below from this bridge… and die…" no response, as he muttered to the sky, eyes wide open in anger.
Pitter patter,
The rain almost blinded him.
"It's hurt…"
Sam closed his eyes, feeling even more miserable.
But then, suddenly, light came from behind him.
It was,
"Truck-kun. Finally, you are here…"
Sam walked voluntarily to the middle of the street, letting his hands stretch out like a certain titanic lady, while waiting for his inevitable doom.
"Yes, please, bring me home…" he mumbled.
Yet, cold sweat covered his back as he saw the truck-kun getting closer.
"Is it going to be painful???" he asked himself.
But then, recalling something, a piercing determination glinted in his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. Come!!!"
He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
A minute and 30 seconds later. He didn't find that sensation.
Instead, the truck swerved to the side to dodge the crazy guy whom the driver had cursed countless times.
It bumped onto the sidewalk, and like in the action movies, it lifted off the ground and crashed heavily on its side.
Horrified, Sam was stunned silly in his spot.
"Oh my god, I killed someone…"
Fortunately, the truck door shortly trembled, then kicked open, as the truck driver crawled from the depths of its sorrow.
He had a messy beard, tall, big, muscular, with a long scar on his left cheek.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he walked menacingly to Sam, who was frozen in fear, pity, and a bit of disappointment.
"So, I'm going to die not by truck-kun, but a truck driver cum gangster. I hope the cheat that comes with it is equally op…" Sam muttered under his breath.
"You fat fuckerss, what the fuck have you done? You can at least move to the side? Why do you stay in the middle of the road…"
Not long after he said that, countless lights approached them.
It was dozens of police cars now surrounding the shocked Sam and the truck driver.
"Hands above your shoulder!!! I repeat, hands above your shoulder!!!"
"Release your hostage!!?
The police screamed while pointing their guns at the truck driver.
One of the police even talked to his walkie-talkie.
"Prepare for an ambulance, the hostage may die!!!"
"Hahahaha, is this it? What luck do I find here?" the truck driver said, eyes turned toward one of the police without even releasing Sam's collar.
"Let him go, or you'll regret it…"
"Regret? Hahahaha, Officer Johnny. I think there is a mistake here."
"What mistake is there? This is the end of your road, you evil mongrel. You'll go to jail!!"
"Jail? Wrong? You are the one who's going to jail, Sir Nicholas Monggrave."
The driver then pulled a gun and directed it at Officer Johny, aka Nicholas Monggrave, while saying in a loud voice, "Officer Rick Renalton, reporting for duty!"
The other police around then shifted their gun in the direction of Nicholas Monggrave.
"Surprise motherfucker. This is a trap set to capture you!!!" exclaimed Officer Rick in glee.
Nicholas Monggrave slowly lifted his hands as he dropped his gun.
"Well played, well played. So, you are an undercover agent all this time???"
Sir Nicholas nodded his head in acknowledgement of defeat.
"Eight years, eight years. I have stayed with your organization for eight years. No one is more loyal to the government than me in this world."
Officer Rick's eyes reddened. There was madness in his eyes.
"Are you sure? You don't even have money? You have no wife? You have no car? You don't even have a PS7? You are as pathetic as it gets! Meanwhile, the one you served enjoys everything. Ha, truly funny, Officer Rick, aka Cartel Hunter!!!"
Meanwhile, Sam was standing there, agape, watching all of this unfold like it was the craziest reality show ever.
"What's happening?"
He wondered, feeling like he'd stumbled into a twisted plot in one bizarre episode of "Cops Gone Wild."
The guns suddenly rang.
And Sam was shot in the chest, originating from his back.
It came from Officer Rick, who continued to shoot the other police.
"Uh, it's hurt…" Sam mumbled to himself, kind of regretted being there.
Meanwhile, in retaliation, the police shot Officer Rick, but he used Sam as his shield, making him a target dummy full of holes.
Bang bang bang
Before everything went dark, an explosion happened, killing everyone on the bridge.
And that was how everything ended.
…
In the void, Sam was floating.
He slowly opened his eyes, which met nothing but darkness. But not long after, a glowing humanoid figure appeared from a distance, growing bigger and brighter.
"Is this a god?"
Before Sam could fully comprehend what was happening, it slapped him in the face.
And he died once again.
At least, that was the metaphor.
…
The next moment, he felt he was struggling in the dark, as something seemed to try to push him out of this tight space.
So, he struggled. And finally, he managed to break free.
Feeling like he was being lifted off the ground, Sam slowly opened his eyes.
It's hard to see everything clearly. All was extremely blurry.
There was a cacophony of voices he couldn't understand.
'Is that Spanish?' he thought to himself in confusion.
But regardless, Sam at least knew the gist of all this.
He had been reincarnated.
'Ha, finally!!?"
But then, he found someone pinched his butt.
It's hurt. He couldn't help but let out a cry.
"Ah, finally, he cried. I thought he was born dumb," the man who was the one who did the pinch said gladfully, while the midwives tried hard not to scold him, as he was the lord of this house.
There was a red mark on Sam's buttocks.
The man had limited his strength, but it was still too much for a baby.
The woman who was currently panting in the bed kept silent, even though her fists were clenched tightly, seeing the man being rough to her child.
"Anyway, we test him a week later. Take care of this… midget."
After he said that rude remark, he left the room without even taking a glance at his second wife.
"Let me have him," the woman said gently to the midwife who held Sam as he gradually stopped his cry.
"Here madam!!?"
Looking at the child in her embrace, she slowly nudged him with her cheek. A faint smile formed on her face.
"I'm sorry, baby, you have to be born in this house. But don't worry, I will protect you!?" she whispered, encouraging not only the baby, but also herself.
Meanwhile, Sam was currently wide-eyed with his mouth open in excitement, looking at his mother.
No…
He was looking at the floating words in front of him.
"Yes, this is it, my new life. My ch…"