[ GAME OVER,
Congratulation on completing " I Will Save Everyone "!
The creator is very happy to know you played his game. ❤️
You will be given 2 memory slots if you'd like to play again, you can pick any character or pick a random character to play as! ]
* Slurrrrrp *
After finishing the rest of his soda he threw the can behind him, easily making it into the trash can.
He cracked his neck before getting off the game and searching for the games website.
[ Pretty dogshit game, plot is okay at best, too many girls to deal with, at this point it was a harem game, change the name to " how many girls can I fuck ? ". The fighting system was 5/10, the abilities were 5.5/10 nothing entertaining. With how bad the game is I can probably beat it with a trash character, with only 10 F rank abilities too. Please make a new game. ]
" And send. " he happily clicked the key to post his thoughts.
" Is that really how you feel about the game? " a girl got up from under his desk wiping her mouth.
" I could've probably rated it worse, you helped me enjoy it a little more. " he smirked giving her ass a small spank.
" Whatever you say Baby, just give me my money. " she rolled her eyes as she gave out her hand to receive the money.
" Haha, alright fine. This is probably my last time with you anyways so I'll triple it. " he says taking out a stack of bills from his desk and giving it to her. She didn't even count it, they've seen each other many times that she knows he always pays.
" Take care . " she waves goodbye making her ass jiggle a little more to show him what he will be missing.
He gets up and closes the door with a sigh, as he sits down at his desk he stares at the calendar behind his monitor.
" Todays the day. " he says in a low voice seeing the words "Surgery day, Might die. ".
' They're just taking my money…they don't even know what I have…something similar to Cancer they said. ' he rested his eyes as he remembered everything, because of this he disconnected from his family and friends, not out of pain, not wanting them to see him suffer, but from annoyance, how can he live his last days happily with annoying people around him?
He exhaled as he opened his eyes again looking at his dresser on the first row.
As he moved towards it he opened the first one, and lifted a fake bottom as a gun was in view.
He looked at it for a few moments as if longing for it, with his free hand he reached for it slowly.
* Ding * Ding * Ding * X 300
" What the fuck? . " annoyed he placed the fake bottom back and closed it as he went back to his computer.
He kept being blasted by notification sounds without ever stopping, as he looked at the screen he just kept seeing random replies to his post.
[ Omg the creator actually replied to someone ? ]
[ BRO NO WAY! ]
[ YOU LUCKY BASTARD! ]
[ Whys he lowkey spitting though? ]
He clicked one of them and it sent him to the bottom of the comments, as he scrolled up he read similar comments, mainly about the creator and a few agreeing with him.
He checked the likes and comments ratio and it seemed pretty even with about 40k comments and 70K likes. He felt a little proud, he wasn't as critique about it since he was going to possibly die today, imagine if he went into details it would've been just another post people ignored.
He finally made it to his very first comment, it was the creator, he saw it fast enough to be the first comment.
" No life much? " he chuckled, his comment was blurred probably used profanity, he clicked the " view " button over the comment.
[ I'd like to see what you can do then, bitch. ]
" Huh? " as soon as he finished reading his computer shut down and all his lights went out.
After a few seconds words started appearing one after another,
[ I won't make the world harder because I'm not a asshole. ]
[ If you can really survive with a bum I'll personally hire you and give you a billion bonus. ]
[ I'll even help you a little, 10 F rank abilities as you wanted, 2 C Rank, 1 B, and 1 UR for good luck. ]
[ No restrictions, go crazy, let me see how many bitches you fuck in my game, or will you be the one fucked? ]
The more he read the less worried he got, typical transmigration plot, got bigger things to worry about.
But…
" Oh fuck yeah I'm down. " He was getting more excited as laughter bursted from the computer, probably from the creator.
And then-
…
" Young master have you awoken? " a calm old voice asked, a tint of elegance and pride.
I slowly opened my eyes, my body weirdly felt…
" Gah. " I vomited blood as pain took over my body, especially my balls!
' Why do my fucking balls hurt right now?! ' small tears dropped from my face as I tried waiting out the pain but it wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
" What happened? " I haven't really had my eyes open much so I couldn't recognize the voice from earlier but I knew he was there so I asked.
" Your fiancé beat you to near death Sir, we begged her not to kill you. By We I mean I and your personal maid, everybody else including your father and mother are dissapointed you weren't in a sense, dead. " his expression was cold, as if he begged not because he cared for me but because he cared for the maid.
I slowly opened my eyes, as blurry as they were I had similar problems in my past life, I simply moved my body to trigger pain, my eyes cleared up as I bit my lip from the intense pain.
' Steward? The butler for the Strongest and richest family? The only one that I know that got fucked up by his fiancé is…Fucking Jack. ' sighing as he realized who he is, he gave a simple order.
" Pick me up and take me to my room peasant. " Steward with an annoyed expression did just that, he can't say no even if everybody wants him dead.
Nobody has been given permission to ignore Jack yet for some reason.
' Could it be a dying last hope? ' Steward thought as he held Jack like a bag of potatoes.
…
( A/N I haven't written in a long time so I keep fucking up 3rd person and First person pov's, at this point Ima do a mix of both and raw dog it. The profanity will be lessened in the future. )