2 CH2- Oh well, I am royally f*cked

Once again, Jeremy found himself opening his eyes groggily, a sense of déjà vu filling his mind. 'No parents are f*cking next to me though.' Amused, he cracked a joke and laughed at it.

"It seems like you are awake. And it also seems like you need the therapy quite desperately." a cold voice jerked Jeremy out of his reverie when he shook his head to shake off his dizziness and turned to the voice.

"You are?" Jeremy squinted at the voice, from the sound of it, she sounded like a young girl which he couldn't see due to her being dressed in a full white suit that hid her body and face. Although her cat-like visible eyes looked quite pretty.

"You forgot about me already? Worthless pig." She gritted her teeth at his lackluster response.

Jeremy ignored her and looked around, from the looks of it, he figured he was in some kind of a vehicle and he was bound to a stretcher. Quite a peculiar place to find himself in when he didn't even know why he was there. Was the earlier host some kind of a criminal?

Or was this related to the alert that blared in his mind before he passed out? 

'Planet NoKiNoDe, right? What a weird name. I am being detained for attempting suicide…? And how the hell was I knocked out so easily? This seems like a technologically advanced world too, what a drag.' Jeremy tried to scratch his head due to an itch but then realized that he was bound to the stretcher.

*Snap*

He snapped his fingers and looked at the girl who talked to him earlier, looking into her eyes he calmly ordered, "Release me."

"…" The girl was speechless, turning her head left and right to make sure if this ugly bastard really had the nerve to order her. But there was no one sitting close to her, and he was looking straight at her. "Don't get cocky, fatass. The NoKi rule is troublesome, but don't think we can't beat you to near death."

"Did I ask?" bored, Jeremy looked at her, "Open my hands, I want to scratch my ass. Or do you want to do it for me?"

"What the f*ck?! Shut your filthy mouth or I will tape it shut!" the girl was embarrassed by his shameless choice of words.

"Oh damn, mommy is a dominatrix." Jeremy chuckled in amusement, and after setting the mood lighter, he casually asked, "Why am I here? What did I do?"

"I-I am not- What the hell has gotten into you, ugly bastard?!" she replied angrily, her face turning slightly red. 

'Right… I forgot that I lost my good looks…' Jeremy felt like crying as he remembered about his life before when he became an infant, so the one before his last life.

'I am on 49th life right now, if I remember correctly.' Jeremy hummed, 'How many can I live? What is the goal of mine?' 

Back when he was a normal human, he lived his life like a normal person… or so he thinks. Because Jeremy's past memories are very blurry. He could barely remember his 21st life and onwards, as that was the first time in his whole life he murdered someone and was actually killed by another person intentionally. The lives before that had ended due to natural causes and disasters like earthquakes, tsunamis, old age, terrorist attacks, bombs, epidemics etcetera, etc. 

That was how Jeremy first fell into the clutches of negative emotions and had strayed off from his path to heaven and ventured off into the deepest pits of hell, partnering into the vilest of deeds and carnal pleasures.

"Tsk, zoning out like an idiot even when someone like me is willing to talk to you." The girl hissed coldly when she saw Jeremy zoning out in deep thought. Still not getting a reply, she pushed his shoulder and repeated her sentence in a louder voice.

Jeremy was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts about his purpose in life, and he looked at the arrogant girl in annoyance. He glared at her and uttered in a frigid tone,

"F*ck off bitch, I am busy. Don't annoy me nor disturb me." 

And that did the trick since the girl got as silent as a graveyard, not expecting such a reply from Jeremy, whose name in this world was Luke, but who cares?

Jeremy ignored her wide eyes and delved deeper into his thoughts, chuckling when he remembered how his 47th life had ended. 

'Good times, keke.' He remarked, not finding it weird how he was laughing when he had got into a brawl to death in a gang battle after provoking another gang leader. Especially when he lost his supposedly best friend, girlfriend, brother, and his own life in that battle. So thinking about it, he was technically laughing at his own death along with his loved ones.

Seeing Jeremy laughing in his thoughts, the girl was annoyed. She, the infamous Lisa, was being thoroughly ignored and also being abused?! She found it hard to believe, especially from a pushover like 'Luke' who used to simp on her. 

She wanted to bash his ugly face in with her fist, but she still remembered his stern warning which directly told her to f*ck off, without even mincing his words. Annoyed, she took off her suit, revealing her young and beautiful face with deep cat-like eyes, soft and plump lips, a small nose, and a charming smile. 

Beads of sweat trickled down her long and sexy neck into a small V in her dress, entering into a valley between two perfectly moulded peaks. She wiped the sweat from her neck and forehead before flicking her long and wavy pink hair, which complimented her charming looks.

She expected that this should have earned a stare, or at least a glance from Jeremy who had closed his eyes and was smiling like a fool, god knows thinking about what. But nope. He didn't even think about her as he was busy figuring out ways to commit suicide without looking like a sissy.

Defeated, she sighed and zipped her suit back on, kicking the leg of Jeremy's stretcher in annoyance. 

"Get up, fatass. We have reached the asylum."

Jeremy ignored the princess-mentality-bitch and looked out of his vehicle, looking at a huge palace-like building getting bigger and bigger as their vehicle approached closer. It looked like the infamous golden palace of Asgard except that it was made out of an unknown white, smooth stone that looked like marble.

In awe, Jeremy's jaw dropped at such a beautiful manifestation of art. Making Lisa grumble to herself, "This bastard is awed by a pathetic piece of stone but didn't even look twice at me?! Who does this pig think he is?!"

"What do I need to do here?" Jeremy turned to Lisa and asked in a serious tone of voice.

Lisa smirked and whispered, "Nothing much, listen to all the laws for 24 hours straight, stay in solitary confinement for 3 days, get treated like a psycho… oh, that shouldn't be new for you anyways." 

Lisa expected rage from Jeremy, but he seemed to be in deep thought. 

Thinking he was pretending to be strong, she scoffed and mentioned, "Ohh, and you also need to answer some 'simple' questions."

Jeremy paled… 'Oh well, I am royally f*cked.'