Vengeful fatty

Unbeknownst to the young king Baal Throunos when he reached a certain stage of his symbiotic cultivation.

On a dark rainy night, a man's shadow was looking at his dead phone with glistening tears in his eyes.

'Why did all these things happen to me?! Why did all the misfortune and bad things only happen to me? Why is the only thing that is good in my life would be taken away?!'

He's staring blankly at the sky. The man's eyes lost their color, for nothing can be seen but darkness.

'I hate this face! I hate this face of mine! I wished I was handsome, but my face was a gift from my loving mother who endured a lot of things for me!

'I don't blame her! I don't blame her! I can only have myself to blame, because... because... because...'

He is Baal Tardo, 26 years and can be hideous, fat, and a bastard. Because of this, he couldn't have what people have...

A

Life.

Tardo's life of being ugly made his life turn only to worse. It's a magnet of misfortunes. It peaked in his adolescent life.

'What's wrong with me?! I have been on tinder for four-plus years and have only matched bots despite right-swiping every girl. I did match two women that asked if I would pay them to go on dates. I am a college student and couldn't afford it otherwise I would've got that's why it sucks.

'I have sent over two thousand messages on online dating sites to people in my area. I have only got the "I now have a boyfriend" message back from a few.

'I have asked out over fifty girls on campus, at parties, etc, and have gotten nowhere. I have had a few laughs at me or scowl. I had many tell the "I have a boyfriend" story and then make out with over one guy that same night.

'I have been called weird, gross, creepy, etc. despite minding my business or sitting in class. A few girls have requested to change groups or partners when I'm assigned with them as soon as they find out or they give me a fake number.

'Learned to be quiet after realizing my jokes and comments would get me just weird looks. But a good-looking guy making those same comments is seen in a positive light.

'I get avoided for any contact. Girls won't sit by me on the bus. I've been on charter busses where girls have sat on another woman's lap to avoid sitting by me. Girls at parties I try to talk to end up walking away from me without a word and latching onto some attractive guy.

'Hear girls laugh, or ridicule me by saying, "Hey look there's a cutie!" or "hey there's your future boyfriend!" and then laughter. The constant judgment isn't fun either.

'I've been blocked by girls on Snapchat after sending my picture despite them saying they only care for personality and want to be friends. Even after months of talking.

'Girls constantly block open seats when I walk by with my lunch. I normally sit alone outside in the rain.

'I have been alienated by a lot of friends because the girls they are with or friends with don't want me around. Even for studying together, girls avoid me, reject, etc.

'The general disgusted looks, eye contact avoiding, girls only wanting to talk to my friends and leave me out of plans, etc.

'The general hearing people hooking up, dating, having fun, really sucked. Spent many nights alone in my room crying, pleading with a 'higher power/being' to allow me to wake up wishing a new more attractive face.

'Most of all, I can't get a proper job because of this face.'

Tardo stopped talking to himself. He is not in shape, or form blaming anyone. He accepted it was his fault for looking a certain way; he understands looks matter, he's just recalling his experience with people claiming that they aren't at all a factor.

To him, it hurts even more hearing "women don't care for looks, it's you, your fault, looks don't matter. Women aren't like that only men are." It's annoying and doesn't help to hear delusional banter from people.

He'd seen the tinder threads where attractive guys can say anything and get women. He witnessed how girls especially at college, treat good-looking guys.

"Sigh, I can't release all this frustration by myself. I can only talk myself and this phone I carry had a broken charger, I would've probably needed to work a lot for a new charger, "Tardo looked at the ceiling without color in his eyes, 'I admit I am one of the unfortunate, but can't I live a better life?'

Now back at work, Tardo was covered in sweat and rainwater.

'I even have to leave to avoid being accused as a lecher of the department store owner I am working in. That bastard woman. He is beautiful but a terrible woman. If I have the capability, I would've punished her!!'

Suddenly, the supposed to be the dead phone in his pocket vibrated.

Opening it, he saw something unexpected.

[Admin Undying young King invites you to Alternate Universe Group Chat of Baal Villains ]

[Click YES if you want to enter ]

'Villains of Baal? Me? Baal Tardo? Is this a prank? Am I gonna fall victim once again? How did my battery get a charge? Let me see what's inside.'

Baal, Tardo thought as he clicked the 'YES'

...

Suddenly, he saw a chat group chat.

Vengeful Fat and Ugly bastard, Baal Tardo entered the chat.

Young master: You f*cker! Your training method is not working! And an absolute shit like your mother! You weak general!

Wrathful general: I will stomp you!

Wrathful general: If you are in my world and dare to talk to me like that. Even if you are me, I will spit and piss in your skull and feed your blood to the rats!

Young master: This young master is never afraid of anyone. I, the young master will be arrogant even if this world is against me. What more of mere mortals like you?!

Wrathful General: More like cannon fodder.

Young master: YOU!!! I wish you die in your MORTAL war.

Wrathful General: At least, my wife or the girl I like won't be stolen by some random passerby.

Former President: Relax, let's greet the newcomer. Welcome to another of us.

Tardo was so shocked, 'Are they me?'

Vengeful fatty: Are you people other than me in alternate universe-es?

Former President: Yes, scroll up to the first conversations. All your questions would be answered.

Former President: My old bones are tired of these two bickerings. I'm going to sleep.

Wrathful General: What do you mean? Vengeful fatty, another evil me. What is your job?

Young master: Your name sounds domineering. I hope you are not a mortal like the others or else. I will despise you.

Tardo didn't if this was real or not, and because he didn't want to be left out, he said,

Tardo: I am a ghost, vengeful fat ghost who could make anyone dream of me as their most fearful experience.

Wrathful General: Impressive, a ghastly being, a version of me.

Young master: What's a ghost?

Tardo: It's a spirit.

Young master: Are you a cultivator too, but spirit only?

Tardo:...

Tardo is speechless. He knew about novels and stuff. ' don't tell me that version of me is an arrogant young master?' he asked himself.

He still couldn't believe if this was real or what was happening, suddenly...

Doctor Quack: Hey guys, I made an amulet. It can make any woman feel aroused and become crazy in love with you. So show it to the girl you like, young master kiddo. Steal the main character's harem.

Young master:...

Doctor quack: are you still there?

Young master: Last time, you made something like that; it didn't work.

Doctor quack: ugh.... *Speechless*

Without the admin's knowledge, the group chat is still working and used by them. Especially the young master who knew his fate, seeking help from the shaman.

Shaman is also some kind of anomaly that all his works would work on their respective worlds. But that's just what he believes it was.

Vengeful Fatty: I wish the thing works.

Doctor quack: It works, but it only had one day till it expires, just show them to your targets.

Tardo the vengeful fatty was suspicious. 'Let me look at that'

He full screen the medallion.

"Ehrrmmm!!!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of a woman from his back.