"You're a Weak Ass Loser" - 0

"You're a weak ass loser."

'I know that already...'

"So stay away from us."

Bowing down my head, I gritted my teeth in frustration as I could do nothing but let the tears stream done my cheeks.

I had done everything I could to help them, and yet, here I was, kneeling in the dirt, eating fists for breakfast.

Whoever had said that hard work always pays off was clearly wrong, because I couldn't think of a single person who had gone through as much pain and suffering as I had to get to this point.

All the other already had unique talents that had allowed them to survive, but it was only I then staled behind.

Why? Because of this accursed power that I had been granted.

If I didn't have it, I would have already been able to get rid of my shame, to wallow in the endless abyss as I let go of everything.

But, noooooooo, this dumb power just had to make it so that I could experience the cool, refreshing reality that I was in: EVERY, SINGLE, FUCKING, DAY!

My literal day-to-day schedule for the past few years had been: Wake up, experience a cruel reality for a few hours where I was just made to do chores and shit, be a meat shield on the front lines, die, and then wake up the next morning perfectly alive again.

Even when I was burned until no ashes remained, even when I was thrown into the literal void, I would still wake up the next day in the place I had designated.

I literally could not die, no matter what I tried.

And yes, I did try, so many fucking times.

I just wanted my life to be over with, there was only one thing left that was pushing me forward in living, but even then, that motivation had waned long ago.

She had already fallen for someone else after all, and so I had no business with her know.

And yet, that one person, the lucky man that she had fallen in love with, couldn't help but come by every day to rub that fact in my face.

I missed the days when I had multiple people I cared about, I missed the days when I didn't have to fight for my life everyday, I missed the days when we were all pure, innocent high schoolers.

I missed the days when somebody else had actually cared for me.

Well, no, I really couldn't say that, because she still cared for me, visiting me each day.

But I knew.

I was only an anchor for her.

Somebody she could go to to reminisce about old times, somebody she could talk with comfortably, somebody who would hold her when she was crying her sorrows out.

And yet, even then, on the battlefield, did she ever protect me once? No!

She just took my skill for granted.

She still visited me even though she knew this would cause her boyfriend to target me out of jealousy.

And she never, ever looked at me with blank eyes, like how she looked at the rest of the world.

And maybe, just maybe, that was why I still stayed here, to keep that last bit of light in her eyes.

I could have gone to a remote corner of the world long ago, and I could have just lived my life out without having to die every day.

But no, I stayed here, just for her.

For old times sake.

'Damn... I chastise her for wanting to talk to me about the old times, but here I am, being the sentimental one.'

Well, it was time for me to leave her anyways.

I honestly just couldn't stand the disrespect of the boyfriend anymore, and so I would just leave.

Yep, just like that.

I wasn't a simp after all, because truthfully, she had been my anchor to this world too.

But, in the end, it just wasn't meant to be.

Taking out a small piece of paper from the system inventory, I clutched it in my hands as the boyfriend continued to spit at me and take out his anger on me.

'The sky is black, the world is red, the mud is brown, and the rain is blue. I want to live my life, my body is dirty, and so, fuck you.'

Chanting that in my mind, I tore the paper and thought of my destination.

'Bye bye, cruel world.'

And, just like that, I was now a hermit in Antarctica.

...

<50 Years Later>

I had grown old.

Yeah, funny right? The guy that had the power to never die still grew old.

Anyways, I had already accepted a long time ago that I could only die from old age, so these days, I was just counting the days until my death.

But fuck, I still had to teach these damn uni students every single day.

Yeah, I was a professor now.

The world had rebuilt itself, and still, yes still, I was the weakest one.

The only reason I had been able to rise up in society was because of my extensive knowledge, knowledge that I had been ruminating about for 30 years in a little igloo in Antarctica before they found me again.

I just wanted to die, but nooooooooo, I had to become a working citizen and have a job, blah blah blah...

Anyways, I was supposed to die soon, and so I really didn't care about much anyways.

I just had the opportunity to fuck a few students here and there, it wasn't anything special, and I always thought about her when I was doing it, preventing me from climaxing for a long time.

Again, I was a hopeless guy, wasn't I?

At the very least, I had become a legend due to my supposed stamina.

Well, whatever, getting back on topic.

I was about to die.

Yet, here fate was again, screwing me in the ass with no lube.

"So do you want to work for me?" Asked the man that had a body that I couldn't even look at, for fear of burning my soul up.

Every single year I had stayed in the igloo, he had come to visit me, asking me this exact same question.

I didn't know who he was, or what he did, and so I had rejected him every single time.

But this was the first time he had ever asked me this question once I had reinserted myself back into society, so I was really curious why.

Nonetheless, I opened my mouth to reject him again, but this time, something else happened.

"Welp, you're coming with me anyways."

"N-no!"

That was the only thing I was able to get out of my mouth before being whisked away to a place where my entire world view would be changed, where hopefully, I could become a better man.