Murder

I want to start this story by clarifying one thing: I am just a guy. I'm not a secret emperor, hidden prodigy, prophecized talent, or otherwise. I'm just Adam, a foul-mouthed, apathetic, pretty smart guy that the girls don't care about, but their parents love. I did not choose for the following events to happen, and while I don't regret the outcome, I like to think I was doing pretty well for myself beforehand. So before you judge me for the decisions I made, consider that I'm only a slightly more competent guy thrust into a situation beyond his control. So, without further ado, here's what happened.

My story starts quite simple. It was a Friday evening. I had just gotten off from work, an unimpressive but still well-paying job at a small IT company. I had just struck a deal for a raise and was feeling confident. To celebrate this joyous event, I decided to treat myself so, instead of walking home, as usual, I instead changed my destination to divine drinks, a small bar downtown known for their quality alcohol. While walking, I contemplated the irony of celebrating accomplishments by paying to poison myself but decided to spare pondering over my harmful yet somehow culturally accepted habits another time.

As I arrived at the place, it suddenly dawned upon me that I was about to spend my Friday night drinking alone, as I had no real friends or significant other. But I decided I was not going to let that stop me. I was going to get drunk, socialize, meet new people, make lifelong connections, maybe even get laid, but most importantly, I was going to have fun. And with that attitude, I walked into the bar.

A few hours later, and things did not exactly go according to plan. While deciding how I was going to spend the night, I had forgotten one key aspect of myself: I was a massive introvert. Without being dangerously drunk to the point of imminent heart failure, I could not for the life of me connect with people, and any attempts to do so would result in the most awkward conversations ever had on this planet.

Thankfully, or in hindsight, maybe not, It wasn't all a snoozefest. Relatively soon after I got there and had sampled some of the alcohol, which tasted fine, a strange man called over to me. At first, I thought he had mistaken me for someone else. After all, having healthy brown skin and dark curly hair, combined with the dimly lit environment, pointing out intricacies on my face would be an impossible endeavour. To make sure he meant me, I pointed at my face and, seeing him nod, I stood up and approached the man, still certain this was but a misunderstanding.

Instead of finding a look of disappointment at mistaking me for someone else, what greeted me was a warm smile plastered on a face that, despite my throbbing heterosexuality, I had to point out was strikingly handsome. With pale skin, a well-built face and body, and sharp blue eyes that radiated confidence, It was clear this man was popular at any social event. That being the case, it was strange for him to be alone on a Friday night drinking in a small bar. I probably should've been suspicious of this, but ever the introvert, I immediately responded to an invitation to conversation, a rare occurrence.

"Good evening, stranger. I noticed we're both pretty lonely, so I thought I'd invite you over", he said, a warm smile everpresent on his face. I returned his smile and answered.

"Well, I kinda forgot I was bad at socializing before coming here," I said bluntly. Where others would respond with a polite lie that kept the conversation flowing, I stated the truth like it was. This penchant for being truthful to a fault was quite liked among males, yet was disliked by females for reasons I never fully understood.

Instead of being startled by my bluntness, a regular occurrence that resulted in many an awkward silence, he laughed.

"Hahaha, I get it. I'm an introvert as well, you know." An obvious lie. so I pointed it out. "Lies," I said, smiling. I liked this guy.

"haha, you're right. I don't have any actual friends, though, so I guess we have that in common," he said, a smile still on his face despite the sadness of his words.

"Why don't you have any friends? You seem like a nice guy."

"Well, it gets harder the more successful you are, and I'm pretty successful."

"That explains why you're drinking alone."

"Ah well, it is what it is. More importantly, though..." And like that, our conversation. The man, whose name I learned was Luthor, and I happened to share many interests, one of the many suspicious aspects of the Luthor that I ignored. Of the things we had in common, the biggest of them was undoubtedly anime, so, unsurprisingly, that's was our next topic.

At first, I suspected Luthor to be a normie, someone with relatively basic knowledge about the culture of anime and who has watched a relatively small number of shows. That proved not to be the case, however, as he quickly showed his depth of knowledge that was as big as my own, suspiciously so. Our conversation went from our favourite shows, our favourite scenes, our favourite characters, waifus, and many more things. The conversation eventually went to isekais, and we started talking about being transported into another world.

"I think that, if I were to be isekai'd, I'd definitely want Gilgamesh's abilities. Think about it. The Gate of Babylon literally contains everything you could imagine. The power levels of some of his treasures are insane too. So unless you're in a world with DBZ/DBS like power levels, you could one-shot everything just by using ea. The versatility is endless too. You've always got something for the occasion. You can't go wrong with that. Plus, with Gilgamesh being like, 2/3 god, I believe, he'd automatically have stuff like superstrength, etc., right? So if I were to be in an anime world, I'd probably want the Gil package."

Upon hearing my hot take, Luthor adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Interesting. So, to which world would you want to take that skillset with?"

I adopted a thoughtful look as I thought about the answer. After what felt like hours, I finally decided.

"Well, I wouldn't wanna go somewhere too dangerous, because I still value my life, but I also wouldn't wanna go to a boring place. If I'm in an anime world, and if I had power, I'd want some action. So if we're going mild, I'd probably say, the my hero academia world. Forgive my normieness, but that seems like a good choice."

Luthor raised one eyebrow. "So your final answer is the my hero academia world with the Gilgamesh powers, is that your final answer?"

I gave him a confused look.

"Yeah, I guess? Why?"

Instead of answering, Luthor proceeded to stand up, his body being seemingly ok even after hours of seated drinking.

"well, guess I know enough." He said before promptly pulling out a gun and aiming it at me.

"wait, what the fück?" I said, rightfully confused.

"see ya later, bro," were his last words before he shot me in the head.

BANG!

And I was dead.

A/N. embodying the 2020 spirit of not knowing what the fuck I'm doing and making it up as I go (with one month left of course)

you'll notice I am one of the five people on this app that's actually able to speak and write the English language. if its good is another story (pun intended). hope yall like it. if you do it'll make me very sëxually aröused :D

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