5 Just a Cup of Tea - 2

"What do you mean? Didn't they cut off-" I stop my running mouth with my palms as I realize that I was about to embarrass myself.

"Let me mention everything that happened from the start." She says while giggling like an immature girl.

"When you stepped out of your house, you saw a truck approaching towards you at a high speed but it was just a small tractor-like vehicle selling sweet-potatoes in the colony." She covers her face with her palm and starts laughing with the face looking in the other direction. "Only a dork would faint from the shock of his own imagination." I think she's talking about me.

…This woman.

"Don't be surprised just yet. The climax is yet to come." Just continue and end it. "After that, the vehicle stops and the old man comes out in order to check up on you. But before he could do anything, a group of bikers pass his vehicle from behind and try to catch him off guard. But the old man was quite proficient in martial arts in his old days so he barely dodged them. In order to not hurt their pride, the helmet-ladies pick you up from the road who is lying on the road uselessly, blacked out."

"So basically they took me with them in order to appease themselves. Damn bi*ches."

"You are not the one to talk. No one knew that you are such a sensitive flower blacking out from time to time." That's a normal reaction from my perspective though.

"And the rest's the same, right? I got it now so just stop it." I somewhat request her in a pleading tone.

"No, don't you know there are many layers to a story that gives them a hilarious taste?!" She speaks out, "So, let's cut out to the point where you are being sadistically tortured by them in their warehouse." You are quite a sadist yourself, covering such sensitive things with such an amusing face.

"Don't bring out such topics in the public. I don't want us getting banned for not putting up an R18 tag."

"I am aware of that. Just shut up for a second."

"So before they cut your little friend there," She looks between my legs before I hide it with my hands, "Once again, your sensitivity strikes you, and lose your consciousness once again. I have dealt with many types but you are the first one to die in such a hilarious way."

"..."

"Basically you die from the shock of getting your chin chin chopped off from your body. They feel pity for your hopeless self so they leave you in the graveyard without doing anything to you."

"From there, starts the story of the infamous victim who returned back without getting his testicles carved out from his body?"

"You can't be any more accurate." I was joking there though. "All the news channels broadcast your story to the whole world while you are declared dead by the hospital, the reason being heart failure. You were trending on Litter for a few days with the #UndeadChuchunmaruAnthem going wild. Although your mother was sad after hearing of your demise, she was too busy, laughing, to shed some tears for her son.

"No, stop it. I don't want to hear anymore. It's already humiliating enough."

"So, that's the gist of it. Did you like it? I am quite impressed by your indecency that I couldn't stop laughing although I already laughed once." She covers her mouth and laughs once again.

There's a limit to embarrassment. I am a laughing stock to the entire world although they should be mourning for my pitiful death. Even my mom…

I sigh lightly and look at the lady…no, she's just an immature girl of my age, much better, "So, is there any possibility of me getting back on Earth?!"

"Of course not. Are you an idiot or what?" Figures, but I am not an idiot. I am just trying out my luck there. "Alright, enough with this humor now." She reverses her reactions and turns into the same elegant lady from before….Hell with the elegance, I am not going to be a fool once again.

Forget it, being worked up will just delay the progress of the conversation; I just need to bear with it.

"Currently, you have two options. Either, live as an old man living his retirement life, in heaven or restart your life in a new world."

Such a sluggish way to describe my future lifestyle.

"Eh, well, what do you mean by 'retirement life'?" I ask her.

"Wouldn't it be hell for you to live without TV and games and all the other day-to-day necessities on Earth?!" She slides her hair backward and continues, "No hunger, No resolve, No temperament, Nothing to do and spend eternity like a fool."

What's the definition of hell then? I am better unknown. But to start a new life, do I need to grow up as a baby losing all my memories, or does she have any other solutions to this?!

As if guesstimating what's on my mind, she looks at my disappointed face with a devious smile, a taunting one though.

"I am a really nifty goddess filled with simpatico in my head," what the heck is simpatico? "so I have a variant of options for you to choose from, of course, with your memory intact."

"Yeah, tell me about it." For some reason, I am skeptical.

She says to wary me with a smile, "Do you like games?" and she continues to explain to me her option to get me to another world.

In a world different from where I lived, there is another world with a lost treasure.

In addition to the different fantasy races, including demons, of course, the world has been divided into various sections, apparently cities and towns, with their own specialties and uniqueness.

Basically, there are magic and monsters in this new world.

And the most unexpected thing? There's a way for me to go back to Earth. It's just a possibility but better than nothing.

"Will I be able to speak their language or even survive in that place without magic? You get what I am trying to say, right?

To be honest, I am really excited. I will be able to enter a world everyone fantasizes about. It's an attractive proposal nonetheless.

"You don't need to worry about that. With the gentle aids of the gods, you get all these packages for free for helping us in the growth of the other world. Nonetheless, the power depends on your desire, so you will notice it once you get down there."

Where's the tension between us? I am talking to a goddamn goddess, an entity. It feels like I am talking to an equal or probably she makes me feel like that.

"You will even be able to read. Just don't use it too much, or as a side effect something bad can happen, probably your brain goes *poof* if you are lucky…Anyways, that's the core of it."

Why do I feel like she said something really important real casually?

"What's with that brain goes *poof* thing? Hmm?" I ask her directly.

"I didn't say that."

"You did."

"Okay," She stands up and comes close to me, "Now, get out!" tapping my forehead, which to be honest, hurts.

I back off in surprise and suddenly fall into a dark hole that appears below me with no prior notice. That crude goddess doesn't care much about me.

I start falling into the darkness and only one thing appears in my mind…

"Ah! I forgot to ask her name."