The Supre Man was bald.
No problem. I don’t mind it.
He was fat too.
That’s still fair. No worries.
Ever since people found these two things, people were surprised and angry but they soon forgave the God and accepted him.
But the Supre Man had one good thing, the only one which suited his title as a God—His good height.
However, now as the dust settled down, everyone finally saw the real Supre Man for the first ti.
He was shorter than .
He wasn’t tall at all!
He was the nightmare for Horlicks and Complan.
He brings plastic weapons in a fight, he is bald, he is fat and now, we got to know that he is short too.
He single handedly destroyed the reputation of Gods.
And of course, the people of Moral didn’t like this new reveal.
"What the hell is that?"
"Who made him a God?"
"I am sure he beca a God by bribing soone. The true deserving candidate must be poor so we got this short God instead."
"Yes. He looks like a kid!"
"Wait. Yes. He really looks like a kid. Good for ."
"What do you an? And who are you?"
"I am Loliman. And, Malthus, if the Supre Man dies, send his body to ."
"No way. I am taking his body. I asked first."
"You can wait, Prisoner. First, I will loosen his body then send it to you. You know what I an. Hehe."
"Oh. Sure. But make sure not to widen the entrance too much. I really like the tightness."
"Bet."
"The fuck you both are talking about?! You will send everyone to jail!"
"We know that. That’s why we are asking for his dead body. And he is not really that young. He is a God. He must be a hundred years old."
"Glad you said that. We dodged a case with that one."
"It doesn’t matter. We are not real people anyway. This is just a simulation."
"Not now, Matrix."
"Okay."
"And Riley, don’t you dare drool like that. I am not allowing you to do that."
"But dad, the Supre Man looks cute now. Just the tip would be fine."
"No! Go back to the kitchen and make a sandwich."
"Okay."
"Hah! Win this, Malthus. My bet is on you!"
...
Day by day, we go away from Humanity.
What was that sequence? Loliman? Who’s his father? Shindol?
They were just one intrusive thought away to send behind the bars.
And we were talking about Supre Man being short. They skipped that topic like I skip the storyline of a porn movie.
But forget the people, I won’t let the God go away for this. I will confront him.
I took a deep breath and barked:
"What do you have to say about that, Supre Man?"
"About what?" The Supre Man barked in return and I almost puked.
"About what? Are you for real? Fine. What do you think about breaking the norms for all the Gods out there? Now every deranged unhealthy middle aged man would think they can beco a God too. Because of you, people from all around the universe are gonna suffer under eight months pregnant gods!"
"I can explain, Racis."
"Yeah. Explain yourself. Why are you so short? Which God is like this?!"
"How many Gods have you seen for you to talk like that!? You only heard them in fiction. There is no proof that all of them were handso hunks. Soone who lives that long stops caring about appearances!"
"Wait. Is that why you wanted shoes? They were the ones that made you look taller?"
"Yes! My wig was for hiding my bald head, my robe was for hiding my stomach and my shoes were for hiding my height. But I got exposed like a newcor actress who has slept with a producer for a role! I know how you people think Gods are supposed to be and I tried my best to look that way to appease you all. I tried! I tried my best! Why can’t you all understand?!"
"You are the one who is not understanding, Supre Man. Do you think people are mad because you don’t look good?"
"Yes. We are mad about that!"
"... Well, yes. They are mad about that. But there is one more reason for their anger."
"No. There is no other reason. We are mad only because he is ugly. If he was in an orgy of 30 year old virgins n and won, he would still remain a virgin till the last creampie. That’s how ugly he is."
Damn. But...
"Shut up for a second, people. He is your God. Show so respect and let talk!"
"Fine. We will let you talk. But only because you are handso unlike our God."
Geez. I know looks matter. But this much? They act like they run a model agency and won’t let ugly people even walk on the road in front of their building.
But I need to talk so sense into Supre Man.
"Supre Man, I don’t say about the people but I am only mad at you for one reason."
"What is it? And don’t joke anymore, Racis. I have suffered enough."
"No. I am about to say the realest shit I have ever said."
"Say it. I am listening."
I nodded.
"Kill yourself."
"..."
"Wha- hmm? What the fuck?"
"Listen, Supre Man. I am not angry at you because you are ugly. I am mad because you tried to present yourself as soone who is not you. The body, the long black hairs, the height, all of that was a lie and you embodied that. You tried to look like a lie. That’s not how the law of attraction works! Of course people would get angry at you.
Soone who doesn’t even like himself, will be liked by no one as well. If you would have shown up just as you are, people would have laughed and made fun of you, but they would have been happy to see their real God, not soone who is trying to be sothing which he is not. All you had to do, Supre Man, was just one simple, small thing. This is my advice to you as a friend..."
I paused and with the warst smile, I ended saying:
"Just Be Yourself."
Damn. David Goggins, who? I am the real motivation, bitch.
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