18 A New Revolution

"I-It seems that Nava Etrama Di Miki has won." Present mic said in a voice shakier than usual.

I looked at him smugly and nodded.

"It seems I did."

"----VUARGGG!!!!!"

A yellow-colored acid almost touched me. I quickly dodged it.

"Son of a- MY PREDICTIONS CAME TRUE!!!"

I bolted. No..... seriously! I bolted the fuck out of there.

Every time I turn my head... I see vomit. Yellow acid water with disgusting chunks of food. Fucking disgusting.

I would rather see two girls one cup.... on second thought..... vomit is indeed better.

I probably would have vomited if I was a human. Now is not the time for thinking that. I need to get out of here!!

Everything was a mess. Wait.... no no no no!!!!

I wonder if people on the main street who were watching the match on the big television stuck on the tower too vomited.

Son of a b*tch. I am trapped, aren't I?

Well... at least ill be remembered as the one who made everyone in the world, vomit.

The American Revolution, the French Revolution, and then came the Vomit Revolution.

It's a sin to be so amazing. Sigh.

"MIKI!!!"

I tilted my head to see where the voice came from. I instantly recognized the owner of the voice.

He had light blue eyes and slightly tan skin along with spiky white hair, thick white eyebrows, and a thick white mustache.

He was wearing a long-sleeved black martial arts jumpsuit, light-colored pants, and Tai Chi slippers. 

My grandfather. Jang Bang Jackie Chan!

"Dada jabu aiiiiii!!!!"

Tilting my head I saw my adopted child. Little Zoro and my soon-to-be wife, Hilda who was running toward me with Beelzebub in her arms.

"YUNG MASTHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

Tilting my head.... again! I saw a crying Genos, Charanko, and Deku.

Wow. This is kind of wholesome... if not for the fact that everyone except us is vomiting!!!

Hilda stomped angrily as she came to me.

"You never came back, I had to look for you and I am guessing if I didn't....We would be abandoned especially due to this vomit fiasco that you have created."

I frowned as I looked at the beautiful woman in a maid uniform. She raised her eyebrow, maybe she thought that I was ignoring her. She did seem pissed off.

"Hey!"

I looked at her coldly and spoke in a low voice that could be heard by everyone.

"Shut up."

I am on the verge of remembering something extremely important.

Just what was it? Hilda, a maid. Whose maid? A child called Beel. Beel... a child... what does a child need? Hmmm...!!!!

"Oh, now I remember what I had forgotten! It was the milk!"

Hilda and Lil Zoro simply looked at me with a deadpan expression. Oh... maybe I forgot about the kid rather than the milk.

*Ahemm!*

I heard someone clear his throat. Turning around I saw my grandpa staring at me with a stern expression.

"Who is this lady to you?"

I smiled at him kindly with my eyes as crescent-shaped.

"My wife."

"...." (Bang, Hilda)

"...."

"...And is that your child?"

"Yeah." Adopted Child. My child would probably look extremely handsome maybe just a little less than me.

"...."

Why is my grandfather staring at me like this? Is he into yayoi? Bruh. Creepy.

"Why did I not know-"

I cut him and spoke calmly.

"Do you see this yellow-haired woman?"

Bang turned to look at Hilda while she looked at the old man with a confused expression. No one could understand what was going on.

"Observe her properly."

After 5 seconds.

"Hmm... I have to say she is very strong."

I shook my head, that's not what I meant. I walked towards Hilda and grabbed her by the waist. Her expression turned cold at my touch.

Taking this chance I whispered in her ears.

"My child needs a happy family so it would be nice if you acted as my wife and his real mother."

She clenched her fists and looked down towards the ground. I smiled seeing that.

Hilda in the anime was a bit annoying due to how she ruled over Oga. However, the only reason she ruled was because Oga let her and didn't really care about what she did to him.

In a way, he was a gentleman and I am in no way a gentleman. I can't afford to be gentle, I have many women to take care of eventually. It's better for her to know that she can not bully me or control my decisions.

I tilted my head to look at my grandfather who had a dumbfounded expression etched on his visage. He couldn't understand what was going on.

"I didn't mean to observe if she is strong. See her face. Isn't it very beautiful?" I wouldn't say curvy body, I don't want anyone seeing her with a lustful gaze though I doubt he could get it up.

He nodded and looked at me with a confused expression.

"Yes. It is. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen just a bit less than your grandmother."

I smiled at his answer.

"Then do you think I would hesitate to make her mine?"

"...."

"...."

"...."

"Let's go. The smell of the vomit has started to permeate in the air. We need to get out of here."

Everyone nodded. Bang was in a daze while Hila was a bit red, my lackeys were behind me and as for Lil Zoro, he was sitting on my shoulder as he did with Oga.

"On your mark!"

"Ready... "

"Get set!"

"Go!"

*Fwp!!*

Like naruto ninjas, all of us dispersed. Location set for my mountain dojo house.

It has not even been a complete day since I have transmigrated and I have already begun to have a lot of fun.

I can't wait to humiliate more protagonists and get more waifus.