Saffron_Purple Life

raved upon a piece of paper? Then how the hell did he end up becoming such a scumbag!? Does that mean my soul is equivalent to scum?

But even though I complained a lot, in the end, I couldn do or say a thing.

Nodding my head in shame the only thing I could do was to politely bring him a jug full of wine, but before I did that I made sure to spit in it, to give the wine a new flavor, don take me wrong, I only did it to make the wine better.

[I hope no one finds out about it]mumble

Pouring the wine full of my spi… ahem! I mean the special ingredient I gave it to the 5 bastards and bitches sitting on the table as if they owned this entire place and went back to talk with Gerund.

”Ey old bastard, I expect a salary raise after serving those 5 ”, I said looking at the middle-aged man who was smoking a cigarette.

Noticing me he offered me a puff to which I gladly obliged him and then went to work.

If nothing goes wrong then I will probably survive.

God please help me survive, I prayed and then looked at the roof of the establishment that stood between me and the heavens.

The spiders and their spawns on the roof spooked me to some extent but hiding the fact that I fear insects I made an indifferent face and inwardly decided to clean this place after those 5 finally leave.

I once again looked at the 5 people, their plates were empty and so were the other vessels, I went back to the table and politely asked the 5, ”Can I service you some more, ladies and esteemed sir? ”, honestly, I didn even have to act so politely in my job interview but whatever, I guess I will give these people some respect so that they leave as soon as possible.

The 5 people just as they heard me turned their heads and looked at me with annoyed expressions on their faces, I guess I have been misunderstood.

I hurriedly tried to explain myself again to clarify what I meant as I mightve come out as someone who wanted them to leave. But before I could do that,

”*Splash* ”, one of the women threw the glass full of spit wine on my face. I tried to dodge the glass but since it was a throw from a martial artist I wasn able to dodge it at all and thus I got hit with the glass on my face.

”*Bam* ”, the glass was fragile and the moment it hit my face, it broke leaving glass shreds piercing my face.

Feeling the pain I couldn help but clench my teeth. Fortunately, I had my eyes closed otherwise I might have gone blind.

This was the first time in the 21 years of my life that I have ever had such a strong urge to hit a woman. But I knew that even if I felt like hitting her I can do that. No matter how hard I try, the moment I try to hit her, I will die, this was an undeniable truth.

So holding my head in shame I kowtowed to the ground and said, ”I am very sorry, I didn mean to offend you, esteemed guests in any way. I was just worried that you might not be full from the food that you had previously eaten so thats I came here to ask whether you wanted more food or not. I apologize once again if I had come off as rude. Please forgive me ”, I said as I looked above at the 4 women.

All of them had frowns on their faces.

Confused as I was I didn dare to ask them about the reason for their bad moods. I knew full well that it will only bring me more trouble if I do that so I remained silent and kept on looking at them.

I was about to apologize once again but before I could do that I felt the air leaving my lungs as I found myself flying toward the neighboring tables against which I collided leading me to get even more injured.

My entire body was screaming in pain and I couldn help but issue a groan or two.

Ignoring the pain I looked once again at the ladies, and noticed one of them had a foot lifted in the air.

Why?, I wanted to ask but what came out of my mouth was nothing but a few painful groans.

As if reading my expression the woman who had just kicked me in my stomach sneered and looked at me with disgust before saying, ”To think you managed to even imagine that we wouldn even understand something so simple, you must really be proud of yourself, hah? Make sure you remember this incident and never try to look down on us like that, pig. As for why I hit you, its because I don like your face, got it!? So if you have then go away! Else I won pay you a single penny, you bastard!,

I was perplexed.

She hit me just because of that!?

Why? I didn do anything wrong to her, then why!?

Even though I asked myself these questions, deep down I knew the answers to them. Its because thats how things work, not just here, even on earth. Its just that people never usually go this far since video evidence and the internet might bring them some trouble. The reason why I got so humiliated was simple, it was because I was weak.

Yes, I was weak, too weak in fact.

But even so, just because I was weak does that mean I should bow down my head and take everything that is thrown at me!?

Just because someone happened to be stronger than me, does it give them the right to treat me like a tool!?

No! I refuse to believe that! I refuse to be treated like a damn insect!

I looked back to my right where the owner of the place, my father Gerund stood whistling like a fool. He was acting as if nothing bad had happened, as if everything was normal.

Why!? Isn he supposed to be the adoptive father of this body? Then why?

Is it because I was weak?

Thousands of questions formed in my head as I looked at Gerund, perhaps noticing my gaze as he looked back at me.

Our eyes interlocked, contrary to my troubled eyes his were completely still. No, actually his eyes were full of… disappointment…?

Is that disappointment?

But why? Isn he the father of this guy?

Looking back at him once again my troubled eyes became silent and I felt my breathing getting calmer by the second.

But contrary to the appearance of my eyes which looked to have cooled down and my facial expression that seemed to have gotten back to normal my mind was in a pretty messed up state.

I was so angry that for a moment I felt like bashing my head on the ground to calm myself down but then dropping the idea I looked back at the woman and asked her mustering the calmest voice I could,

”If being powerless is so terribly wrong then does having power make you right? Does flaunting your strength makes you feel good? Good enough to beat anyone you want? ”, I said as I looked at the woman when suddenly my fathers voice resounded in my ears.

”H-hey Aziel, stop! What are you saying!? ”, he had a panicked expression on his face and he was sweating buckets.

Looking at him just one word came out of my mouth, ”Pathetic,

I said as I looked at him. Noticing my gaze even someone like him who was strong enough to beat an infamous bandit couldn help but take a step back.

Ignoring him I once again looked at the 4 women in front of me. They all had baffled expressions on their faces as if they couldn even process what I had said.

Shaking my head I got up from the ground but before I could once again look at the 4 of them I was greeted by an abyss.

Cold, indifferent, void abyss. For a second I thought my entire soul was going to be sucked into the abyss.

I was terrified.

So terrified that I felt death crawling behind my back. I felt as if someone had a sword pointed at my back and for some reason, I wasn even able to move which lead me to realize something, I am going to die,

Just as these words crossed my mind I felt myself finally drowning in despair but before that could happen I heard something.

Something akin to a devils whisper, something similar to the breath of the god of death rustling past my hair.

”Yes, being weak is a sin ”,

It was the voice of death itself, it was the voice of the protagonist.