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I always believed I was strong. I beat people up cuz I could. I bullied them cuz I was stronger. I was the best and I knew it. Or at least, that's what I thought. Beating up 20 members of a gang got me killed but I was content. After all, I lived like a boss. I always wanted to die like a badass. So, I had no regrets. If I went to heaven, I'd relax. If I went to hell I'd beat the devil up, and then relax. Either way, I had my retirement plans set. That's why, I was not amused when I was thrown into another world. Oh well, I'll just beat them up too.