As a child... I was called a prodigy.
Everyone envied and respected me and my talent.
I grew conceited and stared believing myself to be some extraordinary being that nobody could ever come close to.
I treated my workers badly, I called my stepsister who was only 6 a talentless trash.
She grew to become one of the most prominent Commandors that led the attack on the demon lord's Army.
I called my older stepsister worthless... she grew into a peerless adventurer who conqured and discovered many island and states.
Also called the Pirate Queen, at the mere age of 27.
I, crushed my step brother beyond repair made him think he was the most worthless existance in the world.
He had a harem of 5 people... all of them were my childhood friends and in the end led the party of 10 beautiful women into the demon castle.
My other Step brother that I was very jealous of turned out to be the most powerful man to ever exist.
He was also the reason why I bullied my 2nd step brother and made him hopelessly pessimistic and self dericative.
So... what happened to me who created such great people you ask...
I... died a begger begging on the roads.
10 years after my expulsion and 1 year after the demon lord's invasion into the academy.
I died.
Still, until the end... I didn't let go of my stubbornness and continued on believing that I did nothing wrong.
Until... I saw memories of my past life... The kind of a person I was.
And what I'd done for my country.
It happened about 1 hour ago...
...
I slowly opener my eyes after dying of starvation on the streets.
"... where am I?"
I asked myself as I looked around the white space.
"It's nice finally meeting you... Ares."
"Huh? Who are you???"
I stood guard at the figure floating in the sky.
Their silhouette, was visible for far away as it was very bright and her face wasn't visible.
Than... as she slowly got closer, my eyes widened.
"You... you..."
"Ooh... I'm surprised that you rememb-"
"Huge!"
She had a frown on her face as she heard that word and saw me looking at her huge chest.
"Disrespectful trash! I'm talking so concentrate!!!"
She said as she closed the distance instantly and slapped me in the face.
Causing one of my teeth to fall out.
"I cannot believe this... how did a man like you turn into this despicable perverted trash."
She said as she caressed my cheek and used healing magic.
Causing my teeth to grow back.
I didn't know healing magic had the properties to restore a broken teeth.
But damn... they are huge...
I thought to myself as I looked at the women in wings...
She suddenly gripped my head and chanted something.
I panicked, as I realized it might be an attack to eradicate me so I tried pushing her hand for which she glared as glowing blue jewels shone as her blonde hair swayed in the cold breeze.
Than... my eyes closed momentarily and than... memories started flooding into my mind.
I was 24 when I joined the military training.
It was my passion and ambition.
I became a Major after 8 years of intense work.
And soon died protecting my battery 200 men.
The things I have seen as a military personally and the life I have lived as one.
Realising and looking at my own hardships and my way of life... I couldn't help but respect myself.
I before I died gave my parents the best life I could.
After graduating we had the worst time as a family.
My dad lost his Job, my Mon was working for minimum wages... so was my dad who was being exploited by his new work.
They wanted to quit bur they couldn't because they were the sole breadwinner since I and my sister couldn't find any jobs or rather the scarcity of jobs in our country was immense.
I made a choice to fulfill my 1 and only dream of becoming an officer at 20... I gave up around 2-4 times in the 4 years and tried looking for a job...
But, failing miserably to even land an interview had me gain every sense of motivation I could possibly find and... in the end...
I passed the exam on my 2nd try and by the 3rd try I aced the interview aswell which I failed miserably in my first try.
In the end I didn't give up after being humiliated in the interview and worked even harder than last time.
Crammed like crazy and didn't get fazed by the unreasonably quick questioning process and the unnaturally tough questioning.
I realised late that it was more about the personality test and quick decision making than answering the questions.
I ended up acing the interview and got even better marks in the written than the previous exam.
And so... I was officially training in the Training academy of the Officers.
For 11 months... I thought about leaving everything and going back home, and simply look for a job instead atleast 200 times but...
I'd come far enough and the salary every month was just the icing on the cake.
I lied to my parents that I didn't get all the amount and told them to continue for the next 11 months.
I stored all the salary I got in the 11 months, using some for myself while leaving 95% so I could use it when I got back home.
And... After the 11 month training... The first thing I did was share a reel to the bustards who laughed at me in college when I said I would become a military officer.
A reel of me transitioning from casual clothes to a dashing military dress.
Of a lieutenant.
He asked me if I was doing some kind of a fancy dress competition... I showed him my Id.
And the abrupt alumni set up by the college called us.
I proudly wore my military dress and went there.
Everyone was shocked.
And I was happy looking at their worthless mugs.
After all... they turned my life upside down, they treated me like I was a worthless trash that deserved no attention whatsoever.
In the end... they were taking care of the business their rich parents left behind for them while... I became what I wanted to and it got even better after I became what they thought I could never possibly become.
They were also the reason why I abruptly gave up on my dream.
That was how much their 'mocking' went to.
In all honesty... I was the only one who is to blame.
Just because some worthless batsards laughed at my dream, I gave up on it.
There was also an alumni meet for my high-school.
The school which I both most loved and most hated aswell.
I've been studying there since elementary school all the way to high-school.
I tried messaging some of my classmates who I thought were close to me but all u ever got was mocking.
Especially from women.
They either ignored me or treated me like shit for no apparent reason.
It was just because I was a loser... not a loser who was bullied but a loser who acted like a clown to make people laugh because... I didn't know any other way to socialise than that.
Funny enough... u thought the same thing would happen now.
Since they ignored and mocked me after graduation, which was a total 180 of how they treated me in school.
But... what happened instead was...
They treated me even better than ever.
People were clinging to me, asking me alone of things.
Some women even seduced me, by doing some very uncomfortable things.
I realised what the nature of these people was than.
I'd have been fine if they'd ignored me the same way, treated me like the same loser they always have but...
Instead... what I got was this...
I was truly disappointed.
I'd have atleast thought that I was at fault but they made me think that I wasn't at fault.
It was them who chose to treat me based on my merit.
And, if there's anyone I hate more than a fkin terrorist... it's those bustards who change their personality and behaviour basted on the other's merit.
It's fine if they treated me better because I changed but nope.
I wasn't going to interact with anyone of them, they came to me and did so.
I wasn't angry or I didn't hate them for it... I was just disappointed.
I may hate them, but it's due to my disappointment.
If there's a pure rage I feel for anyone, it's those rogue criminals and terrorists who kidnap, threaten, kill people like those people are just toys.
So I in return never forget to torture the fk out of every terrorist I find...
I like telecast it on social media sites.
A community of people send hate speeches towards me, and a group of people have tried offing me many a times but I persisted.
Until... 1 unfit trash who only got into the army due to a damn reservations theme turned out to be a spy of a terrorist group.
It was because of 1 person... that I had to risk my life, saving around 192 of them.
In the end... 6 of them stayed behind with me to protect the rest while I didn't forget to torture the trash that betrayed our group or spied for the enemy group.
I wrecked his gut open, and cut his fingers into tiny little pieces with the remaining life I had left in me.
I went into a secluded house and tortured him for hours without end, sending a video on social media.
I ended up dying due to blood loss and the 5 or so bullets pumped inside me.
I remembered the faces of those 5 people who died due to my mistake, when I despaired.
and than I remembered my parent's face, the look they had when I first showed them my acceptance letter.
Followed by my relatives faces who were both jealous and happy for us.
So are relatives... both happy and angry for our growth.
I'm glad I got to see my cousin sisters who ghosted us for many years.
They showed up when I had a holiday for 2 months.
I'm glad my sister had become a great actress and I'm glad that I died on duty and not trying to protect people in a shopping mall with my family...
Than... I'd not get any ex grata and my parents wouldn't be able to claim it.
I'm glad I have no women In my life who'd claim that money for herself.
I'm glad... truly glad of the life I gave my parents and my own life...
I died in the most cool way possible.
Torturing a piece of trash on his death bed, standing tall, bleeding from everywhere.
I said on the camera
"This is MAJOR **** SIGNING OFF!!"
***
Tears welled up inside me than, as I saw the footage play inside my mind.
I remember feeling nostalgic, thinking of my military dress of a Major.
I remember those jealous bastards from my college gritting their teeth looking at my success.
I remember my older sister's happiness as I became a military officer.
I'm glad I had those film connections and made sure I made my sister famous.
She'll never know that I did that. Nor does she have to but, I'm really truly glad... that nobody will ever look down on my parents.
My father... nor my mother...
That main neighbour wouldn't laugh at us, those houses wouldn't close their doors as I passed by.
I wouldn't have to look at the women laughing at my jobless life. As I passed by the girls hostel near my house.
I'm truly... really glad that my parents wouldn't have to ever keep their heads down, ever again!
"You seem to be in deep thought."
The goddess stated...
"...what... what have I done? What kind of life have I led? I may not have been respected by anyone but .. I walked the righteous path... I always held people accountable for their actions. I have always made sure people didn't take the wrong path and ruin others so... why have I..."
"It's not your fault... your powers and the constant praise had you getting had of yourself... seeing you regain your senses, I can assume there's still the kind and good natured Ares alive somewhere."
The goddess stated.
"Why does it matter? I have lived a shifty life, caused everyone trouble... if I'm going to live a life like that again... I'd much rather just not be reborn again..."
I stated, withe yes filled with regret.
"No ares... afterall you are the final piece of the puzzle to take out the demon lord."
When she stated that... I was really surprised.
"What do you..."
"Ares... The world, your mother and father, your childhood friends, your love of your life, your step siblings... everyone in that world... if you don't become stronger and relive your life the way you lived as a military officer in another world... that world will end."