"My na is John Wicked."
"You guessed it right. It's based on a certain famous movie. I don't know why my parents nad this before abandoning , but I have grown fond of it."
At the corner of an alley, a man in his late twenties continued to mutter into the voice recorder.
"I don't know if I'm doing right or wrong in your eyes, but I am doing the right thing in my eyes."
"I am feeling devastated and truly despairing for the first ti in my shitty life. I am surprised myself. I thought nothing would ever make despair after what Alfred and I went through. But I was wrong."
"I don't want to live in this shitty world anymore. I am despairing."
"They beat my dog, my Alfred, to death just because he barked at them when they passed by my house, so...I will give them a dog's death."
With a wooden bat nailed with tal nails all over it, John walked out of the alley in the middle of the night.
'They should be returning from clubbing. Spoiled assholes, today is your end.'
...
"Breaking news. A man brutally kills 3 university students of Ingrid Sun University, beating them to death with a spiked baton."
"Breaking news. A man gives horrifying deaths to 3 university kids to avenge his dog. Supposedly called John Wicked, he is held in police custody."
"A madman kills 3 young students over a dog."
"John Wicked, a 28-year-old male, living alone and working in a tech company, brutally kills 3 students with a spiked wooden bat."
The news spread like wildfire, and John Wicked was all over the internet.
***
"Why?" John muttered with a deadpan expression. "I did complain to the police, so why were they not punished?"
"What do you an by punished? They did pay the fine according to the law! Did you have to kill them like that?!"
"Pay fine?" John raised his head and stared into the police officer's eyes, causing the officer to shit his pants seeing his dreadful lightless eyes.
"Let kill your daughter, son, wife, or anyone close to you...I can just pay a fine and be done with it, right?"
"You psycho! How dare you spout sinful things like that?!"
A tight slap landed on John's face, turning his head towards the television in the room.
A reporter was taking interviews about asking their opinions regarding John's actions, and it was all about people cursing him and damning him to hell, and that gods would never forgive him.'
'Funny.'
John turned his head back to the police officer sitting across him and put his hands back on the table.
"Alfred and I grew up together. We have been together for the last twenty years and supported each other."
"He was my brother, father, and son, all that was needed in different situations! I don't even need to speak, and he would understand as if he could read my mind!"
John's bloodshot eyes stread tears, "For you, he is just an animal. For , he was my everything!"
"I was living peacefully, but those three nutcases with nothing good about them killed my loved one, but that's fine because he was a dog, right?!"
"Yeah, right. We all eat chickens and fish, but dogs are more useful, so we can just make them our toys, is that it?!"
"You break them when you want to! Eat them when you want to?!"
"But in the na of gods, I am to be sent to hell for killing three vermin, eh? Hahahaha!"
"Damn you all!"
"They brutally beat my boy, and I took my revenge! This is my justice and their punishnt for breaking my life!"
John looked at the officer with furious eyes before grinning. "I am not interested in living in this shitty world anyway, so sayonara fuckers."
John's mouth oozed blood, and a piece of his tongue fell on the table as he continued his maddening grin, his bloody teeth clumped together.
The police officer cursed out loud and quickly called a dical ergency while trying to open John's mouth to stop the bleeding, but John kept his mouth tight all the way....until he bled to death, until his heart stopped.
...
"What's up, John? Wake up, already. It's getting late."
"The fuck? I'm not dead yet?"
"I can't see anything."
"You just woke up. Slowly expand your senses and you'll see everything soon."
"I can't feel anything except for this voice."
"Yeah, it's fine. You don't have a body at the mont. It's just your soul."
John felt his vision clearing, but in front of him were the bright stars lighting up in the darkness as if he were in outer space.
"What the fuck is this place?"
"Hellow, John."
Suddenly, a monstrous eye with vertical pupils and purple glowing sharp patterns around it appeared before him, blocking his entire vision and scaring the shit out of John.
But he soon saw the view zooming out, and it revealed that the eye belonged to a horrifying creature—a giant eyeball with tons of glowing purple-black tentacles.
"So this is hell, eh? Fuck you, whatever god you are. I ain't repenting for what I did!"
"Hahaha, oh John wicked, I like you, you know? That's why I yanked your soul here instead of letting it turn into the essence of the nothingness of this cosmoverse."
"Huh? I don't follow you. Just tell clearly what the fuck is going on."
"Alright, let's start with my introduction," the eyeball blinked with its strange, faint black starry eyelid, and looked as if it was smiling.
"My na is Chuthulos, one of the many offspring of Chuthulu. Nice to et, John Wicked."
"Son of Chuthulu? Yeah, you look like that for sure."
Chuthulos laughed.
"So, John. You want to live a new and interesting life?"
"Let think carefully, okay? Duh! Of course, I want to live, but not in that fucking boring and shitty world I was in previously. I swear to Chuthulu, I am going to kill myself if I go back there again."
"Naw, naw, not there," Chuthulos crackled up like a child before saying. "John Wicked, I think you are an interesting guy, and I want you to live a new life in a new place."
"A new place, yeah? Great. As long as it's not that suffocating vermin-filled Earth," John snorted.
"It's fine. You were just very unfortunate, from the mont you were abandoned after birth to your guttery life's end. I can understand why that place is shitty for you. As a matter of fact, your parents were shitty as well. Everything is shitty there."
"You know about them?" John suddenly had a curiosity piqued. "Tell how shitty were they! I want to know!"
"Two retards of two rich-retard families, who t at a pub, fell into love, enjoyed their life with drugs and fun, and when they had you, your mother died after giving birth, so your brain-dead father dumped you at a shitty orphanage with a na John Wicked on a piece of paper on your head and register because he was ntal and blas you for your mother's death."
John stared at Chuthulos for two seconds before nodding, "Alright, got it. So, what's our deal?"
"Your mother loved you, and wanted to na you John-"
"Jeez, I know. If she didn't want a child, she wouldn't have kept for nine months in her womb. That story is over now, so let's talk about the future."
"Kakakaka, alright," Chuthulos crackled funnily before nodding. "The new place is where various 'God-stage' cosmic beings send their chosen ones to explore a new cosmoverse because they can't go there themselves due to the gods present in that new cosmoverse."
"Interesting, my worldview is shattering constantly. I guess people of Earth have no fucking idea of the real gods, eh?"
"True. Their gods are the ones they conceptualized for their way of life. They exist and do not exist if you believe and do not believe."
"So what are real gods?" John curiously asked.
"The real gods are just beings who beca powerful and reached the God-level stage in their paths."
"I see. Alright, I've got to know enough. Now, send to the so-called new cosmo as your chosen. That's the plan, right?"
"Not really. I don't have a Cosmic Rune to give you like other chosen ones. The cosmic runes unleash their potential and grow it further so they can develop their path."
"Wait, what? If you are going to send as an unfortunate sob in the new world like on Earth, then just kill ."
"Naw, naw. I am going to give you sothing else," Chuthulos's eyes glowed. "My ancestor Azathoth, the blind idiot god, is planning to die. That ans our cosmoverse is going to be erased."
"Damn."
"Indeed, it's an evil shit. I don't wanna die, so I stole his core power. You see, I am the great-grandchild of my ancestor, the latest generation, so I have basically the most diverse power in our family tree and high potential, but if my ancestor dies, I will die too because I am a creation in his cosmoverse."
"I see. So, what are you going to do?"
"I created sothing like a Cosmis Rune with his power, which I'm going to give you, so you can make a place in the new cosmoverse for , John Wicked."
"Make a place in the new cosmoverse? How?"
"Basically, you need to beco a God-stage being in the new cosmoverse. This new cosmoverse is very strong, stronger than my ancestors' cosmoverse, so be careful and get strong by taming exotic pet monsters, okay? I know you can do it."
"Sounds like a big reach, but taming exotic pet monsters? Hell yeah. I am all for it."
"Life is unpredictable, John. I have chosen you, and your job is only one. Progress in the way you like, and get strong, but don't die."
"Are you ready, John Wicked?"
John stared at the big, mysterious eyeball with cosmic purple and violet flowering waves around, showing trust, hope, and resolve in its eye.
"Alright, brother. You gave this chance, so I am going to do my best. Send to my new life. Though I wish I also had Alfred with on this journey."
"That's why I like you, brother John. Good luck in your new life," Chuthulos's eyes squinted while smiling as he added, "And yes, I'm also sending Alfred's soul with a new body there, who can be your first Pet Monster, hehe. Enjoy and have fun."
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