The end of one tale sparks a new

17 March, 2021

"YO! OPEN UP!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The banging on the door could be heard throughout the whole apartment complex.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door was a man in his late 20's lying on an old and raggedy cotton couch with numerous oil stains on it. Surrounding this man that was lying half way off the couch were empty cans of beer and a few crumpled papers on a wooden table. This man's name was Mo He, a 28 year old recently unemployed drunkard that still somehow managed to keep a lean figure.

CRACK! SMASH!

The door got folded and in came the sharks.

"MO HE! you better have my money! Don't forget this was your last chance!"

When he saw Mo He leisurely asleep on the couch, he lost the last speck of patience he had.

After being kicked onto the ground Mo He finally woke up.

"Huh? what's this about mon- OUCH?"

Mo He was violently kicked again.

*cough* *cough*

"I don't have your *cough* money"

"Haha, my ears must not be working correctly cuz I thought I heard you say you didn't have my money, but that's not possible right AHAHAHA"

The shark lol'd at the notion but quickly realized Mo He wasn't kidding.

"Oh you're telling the truth aren't you. Well then, I guess we no longer require your presence. Little finger... take out the trash."

On the way out the door, the leader revealed a hard smirk.

"Hey woah woah woah we can work this out. I'll give you the money tomorrow, I swear!"

But his pleading fell on deaf ears and he secretly knew that it was over, there was nothing he could do but accept his fate.

Little finger began cracking his knuckles...

First he was discarded by his girlfriend, then by his job, then by society and now he was being discarded from life, a truly miserable situation.

At first, the pain was unbearable but eventually his body became numb to it as he quietly slipped away from consciousness. His last thoughts being "In the next life I won't be suppressed, I will become the suppressor. I won't be the discarded, I will become the discarder. If the weak are the lowest of the low, then I will become the highest of the high. Only then can I control my fate..."

As his lifeless body was met with the crimson brilliance of the floor, that signaled the end of Mo He: The Pathetic and sparked the beginning of a new story, that of Mo He: The Legendary.