BXBX NOVEL Chapter 436 It is enough. [1/2]
When I was human, the mark of success was having a high-paying job, eating in expensive restaurants, driving fancy cars, and getting the prettiest girl. By that standard, I was a failure in every way imaginable.
I was poor, in debt, fat, ugly, and still a virgin at 26. I\'d be lying if I said I didn\'t imagine myself to be the complete opposite. Many were like me. As a result, wish fulfillment stories were all the rage.
Of course, when I tried to think of those who had succeeded in life, my mind drifted to my former best friend. He wasn\'t overweight, he was extremely rich, he had the lifestyle I wanted, and he had the girl I dreamed of marrying.
But when I became a Reaper, I found that the things that brought me the most happiness were the things I took for granted. Instead of being satisfied with having more money than I could spend, I appreciated being able to do things for the people I loved.
Instead of the prestige of being in the top 1%, I found peace in the fact that I was just hanging out with the guys from Hellsend. I didn\'t have any desire to be the object of worship by the common masses. What I was proud of was when people trusted me enough to willingly lay down their lives in my defense.
The Sirens\' beauty had little to do with why I was so enamored of them. It was more because they were loyal to me. To a point most would consider as being dangerous.
However, these girls would die for me if I asked them to. Of course, the fact that my battle harem was extremely sexy and attractive was a fucking bonus.
Right. By my old definition, I was now extremely successful. But having arrived at this point, what I valued was not the superficial things, but something deeper.
Harry, for all his wealth, power and looks, remained an insufferable bastard. He hid behind his status and expected the world to bow down to him just because he wanted them to.
Caroline was nothing but a gold digger. A high-class prostitute, if you wanted to be exact. To know about soul cards, she must have slept with reapers on more than one occasion.
Somehow, being reunited with her showed me how different I had become. What I had wanted for as long as I could remember was no longer valuable. Instead, I now sought something more precious than gold.
The Sirens continued to insult and taunt Harry. I couldn\'t blame them. The man was drunk and kissing the ground. His butt was raised to the sky, imitating a fountain.
Even though he was wearing pants, a stream of brown liquid kept squirting out of his ass. Anyone who knew what it was like to have stomach problems would even sympathize.
Disgusting would be the only way to describe it. Having your own shit dripping down your legs was horrible. Add to that the humiliation of having your excrement seen by others and it was beyond mortifying.
"Ugh! What the hell, Harry! We are eating!" "I think I\'m going to puke!" "Have some class you fucking asshole!" "Can somebody get him out already?" "Fuck! What kind of garbage has that bastard been eating?"
A foul smell reminiscent of sewage filled the air. A puddle began to form around Harry. Still muttering nonsense, his face was already in contact with the brown liquid.
Whatever dignity Harry Evans might have had would probably die with this. Just then, a bright light flashed. I saw one of the Hellsend waiters taking a picture of the man of the hour as he defiled himself in public.
With the advent of cell phones and social media, these things spread like wildfire. Probably thinking they could capitalize on the moment, everyone pulled out their phones and took pictures and videos.
If random people had their lives destroyed by such videos, what more could an heir to an international company?
I could help him, but I had no reason to.
Normally, when shit like this happens, Harry\'s friends and loved ones would come to his aid.
\'Yet, no one is coming forward.\'
Even Caroline just stood awkwardly at the corner. She didn\'t even try to stop those who were taking videos. Somehow I found it sad. That was all her loyalty amounted to.
"It\'s over John. I love Harry now, he makes me happy. If you really love me, let me go."
That was what Caroline told me all those years ago. And though she claimed to love him, the woman was now abandoning him in his hour of need. Caroline may have looked like a heroine, but she was anything but.
As everyone mocked and ridiculed the human shit sprinkler, I once again lamented the futility of it all.
Experience tales at empire
These people used to praise Harry and bend over backwards for him. And now they were all deserting him because he was broke.
From the former girlfriends he slept with, to the guys who served as his lackeys, to even those who worked for him.
None of them saw Harry as worth more than cleaning his literal crap.
The best thing to do would have been to drag him to the nearest toilet and hose him down. Instead, they all took videos and laughed as Harry committed social suicide.
"..."
I looked over and saw my girls all having a good time. They were jeering and mocking the man who made me miserable. But for some reason, they all stopped laughing and stared at me.
Unlike Caroline, these girls would never abandon me if the same thing were to happen. Perhaps sensing the confusing emotions running through me, the Sirens waited silently.
Forget cleaning up my shit. My girls even challenged a Revenant to a brawl.
They fought against Reaper armies, floors of undead, and a fucking greater demon. They protected my family. They also terrorized Harry and Caroline for their sins against me.
I couldn\'t stop looking at my harem with affection. Like a tsunami, love poured out of my heart as I remembered how different I was from Harry.
Shit was all it took for my ex-best friend to be left for dead. On the other hand, not even a greater demon could stop Hellsend and the Sirens from coming to my side.
"Everyone, do you mind if we leave now?"
At my words the girls, half of them had enough, the other half didn\'t.
"Lead my love and I will follow."
"I agree dear. With the highlight of the evening over, there is no reason to stay."
"Well, that was fun! Where to now, Possum?"
"Hmph! I still think it would be better to break his legs. He hurt Darling, I will never stop hating him!"
"Ignore the nut job, Mr. Code. This night will effectively mark the figurative death of Harry Evans. Our revenge is complete."
"Husband, do not worry. Even if he tries something, I will protect you."
"Ara ara. Should we just finish him off instead? What do you think, Shujin?"
They were as different as the continents they came from. But they all loved me unconditionally. Unlike Caroline, who only came to Harry out of greed.
"It is enough. Thank you, but from tonight on, do not bother with him anymore."
"Are you satisfied with just this, darling?"
It was obvious why Jo was asking such a thing. It stemmed from both her desire to fuck up those who hurt me as well as her sadistic tendencies. Still, it was heartwarming to feel that someone was getting angry in my place.
"That\'s not it Jo, I just don\'t find it worth my time anymore. It\'s like getting angry about a dog shitting in the street. In the end it is pointless. I would rather do something else."
"And what do you want to do now, husband?"