My name is Zack. Feeling of falling…
It's the thing I feel right now.
I've always been aware that I might die at any moment since I was a kid… I have heart issues, after all. But right now?
I was sleeping, a chill break from work.
But it wasn't a light at the end, not a tunnel
just falling. Like from the sky into darkness.
Well, if it's the end, why does my body hurt everywhere? What the fu—
"Haha! You're such a loser, Dante!"
A boy kicks Dante's nuts.
"Who's Dant-"
I scream in pain.
"Allen, I think you hit him too weakly; he's not even crying! Hahaha."
I muster all my strength and reply,
"M-man, stop!"
I think: if this is real, I should be dead… but it hurts like normal, bruh.
Allen:
"What, you still have strength to talk back?"
Allen accumulates mana in his fist, punching me in the face.
My face? Nah just a broken nose and a ton of blood.
"Allen, that punk is finally kneeling. We have dinner soon; let's finish this fast,"
one of the boys says.
"Yeah,"
Allen replies.
"Besides, wasting time on some poor low-tier is useless,"
he says, walking away like nothing happened.
Meanwhile, I'm kneeling in pain not only is my nose broken, but… nuts too? What the fuck was that kid? I think.
It hurts like it's real. What happened?
I lie there, still in pain, barely able to think.
When random lady approaches.
"D-Dante… are these boys still beating you? Are you alright?"
"Who's Dante, the fuck?" I mutter.
She continues:
"Did they hit your head too? Oh lord… don't worry, I take you home."
"Wait, wha-"
I can't even speak as this woman grabs me and runs toward some old house.
"Albert! Dante got beaten!" she shouts.
A muscular man, at least ten times bigger than me
Says:
"Again?"My name is Zack. Feeling of falling…
It's the thing I feel right now.
I've always been aware that I might die at any moment since I was a kid… I have heart issues, after all. But right now?
I was sleeping, a chill break from work.
But it wasn't a light at the end, not a tunnel—just falling. Like from the sky into darkness.
Well, if it's the end, why does my body hurt everywhere? What the fu—
"Haha! You're such a loser, Dante!"
A boy kicks Dante's nuts.
"Who's Dant—"
I scream in pain.
"Allen, I think you hit him too weakly; he's not even crying! Hahaha."
I muster all my strength and reply,
"M-man, stop!"
I think: if this is real, I should be dead… but it hurts like normal, bruh.
Allen:
"What, you still have strength to talk back?"
Allen accumulates mana in his fist, punching me in the face.
My face? Nah—just a broken nose and a ton of blood.
"Allen, that punk is finally kneeling. We have dinner soon; let's finish this fast," one of the boys says.
"Yeah," Allen replies.
"Besides, wasting time on some poor low-tier is useless," he says, walking away like nothing happened.
Meanwhile, I'm kneeling in pain—not only is my nose broken, but… nuts too? What the fuck was that kid? I think.
It hurts like it's real. What happened?
I lie there, still in pain, barely able to think.
A lady approaches.
"D-Dante… are these boys still beating you? Are you alright?"
"Who's Dante, the fuck?" I mutter.
She continues:
"Did they hit your head too? Oh lord… don't worry, I'll take you home."
"Wait, wha—"
I can't even speak as this woman grabs me and runs toward some old house.
"Albert! Dante got beaten!" she shouts.
A muscular man, at least ten times bigger than me, growls:
"Again?"
I collapse to the ground, unconscious.
I collapse to the ground, unconscious.