The air whirled in circles, threatening to create a tornado with Fero as its center.
His pale brown hair flailed around and his extra large shirt on his chubby small body tugged at his tummy.
But despite the world trying hard to make him feel like a protagonist, Fero felt dumped like the third-class side character whose chick got wooed by the protagonist.
A rock blew up, riding the strong wind, and grazed past his cheek decorated with a fresh, bloody hand print, making him hiss and ground his teeth, 'Shit... why did this happen to me? I planned to propose to you today, Malty! Were you always such a gold digger bitch?'
He held his swollen cheek with teary eyes and glared at the two walking onward toward a brand new Buggati.
"Shit..." Fero clicked his tongue, scowling at another peeble striking him in the forehead, "I guess, in a way, its good that I found you out early."
He heaved a breath and looked up into the sky slowly being besieged by dark clouds with blinding golden flashes booming ferociously.
Suddenly, indignation bloated his chest, threatening to choke him. His fists gripped together and he pierced a shaky, burning pair of eyes toward Malty, "Enough... I won't shed a tear over you Malty... but one thing I will do is," His fingers delicately traced the burning mark on his cheek and, with large strides, he dashed after Malty.
The clouds up above instantly sprang into action and started circling overhead Malty, a sphere of golden light started to dance atop her, without anyone's clue.
Fero zoomed behind Malty and drew his hand back, mustering even more force than he would for a hard poop, and slapped her on the back of her head before revelling in a hysterical laugh as she battered into the concrete face-first.
The boy next to her instantly leapt in fright, "OYE!" He turned and stared in horror as the curses spewing out of Fero's mouth only allowed intervention through his own cackle.
Suddenly, the condensing lightening in the air reached its completion and, exploding with a soul-crippling boom, struck down, where Malty should've been, and ended up zapping the Fero flashing her his middle finger.
The world turned black and white, space itself looked to shatter momentarily, sundering the world in two, before silence and numbess brought a chilling composure to Fero's mind.
As his charred body, blackened, and cooked alive, lost all strength and the rich brat's breath sucked back in horror, his limping legs casuing his butt to slam without so much as a breath out of his mouth, Fero found his sights drifting slowly toward Malty's arching fat ass, 'Aw~ If only once I could have tasted that cake.'
A light pair of claps echoed from the side, dragging Fero away from the movie of his last few moments of life.
His eyes glistened, filled with tears, as he stared at the Jester cosplayer flashing him a wry smile.
With words muffled in sniffs and cries, Fero pitifully looked at him, "So you were about to punish Malty with that bolt of lightening? For her evil? And I ended up saving her, Sir J??"
J, smiling sheepishly and nodding, tried hard to suppress his laughter and ended up with a twisted face twitching from time to time.
Fero took a deep breath and looked up into the castle's ceiling, "Alright... Before I died by mistake. So now let me die willingly." He smiled, giving his heart comfort, before hurriedly starting to choke himself. A series of muffled curses broke out from his lips, making J sweat and laugh.
"Don't torment yourself pointlessly, you can't kill your own soul." He smiled and motioned toward his assistant, a succubus whose smokey body was the only other thing Fero had stuck around for, and ordered her to hand a glass of water to him.
Fero took it gratefully while ogling at her smooth soft peaks tumbling forward as she leaned slightly.
Seeing him stare, she winked and blew a steamy breath into his ear before sashaying off.
"Ahem!" J coughed seeing Fero's gaze spinning in wrong places with such determination as if even the delay of a second would be fatal and would cost him a terrible cost.
Seeing the abashed junior giving him a helpless sigh and tediously staring at him, J smiled, "Alright, shall we start the introductions then?"
Fero frowned and shoved his pinky in his ear while grumbling, "But you told me you are J, Sir. J!"
J smiled and shrugged him off, "I told you just J would do.
"Anyways, let's start the real introductions," J glanced toward his assistant once before proceeding, "I am an angel and this pretty lady is my assistant— an archangel."
Fero's lips spasmed. He took a good thorough scan of J—dressed and booted up as a clear cut circus Jester— and the assistant, who, with all the fantasy fiction knowledge he had amassed, looked a succubus.
But that wasn't even the main issue!
"So... an archangel... who is higher ranked than an angel... is working under an angel?" Fero glanced at the assistant playing with her pointy, triangular tail.
J, baffled, turned his sights to his assistant, "Is that so, my dear wh–assistant?"
She glanced up and shrugged, "Who cares. Quickly proceed." She shooed him off and directed her alluring eyes to her sharp, long edged nails.
J smiled and nodded, "Well spoken." He turned towards Fero with pride, "Learn from my assistant."
Fero grinned, "I would love too."
J coughed dryly and flashed a stern face, "Alright. This matter is of utmost importance. So be serious."
Piqued by the sudden change of pace, Fero blinked cutely and straightened up.
"Because you are an unfortunate soul, I, the magnimious, King of–"
"AHEM!" The succubus coughed her lungs out and turned her back to Fero, directing her large, trembling eyes to the sweat-adorned angel.
"This place reeks of scams." Fero felt a shudder run down his spine.
J, quickly composing himself, and lowering the tone that had started to turn stentorian and prideful earlier, spoke in his easy-going, and push-over pace, "Yes. So I was saying that I will help you reincarnate in a world that is totally random. Rejoice!"
His brilliant assistant timely appeared behind Fero and popped the party-crackers.
A standing ovation was presented earnestly for Fero, as he, speechlessly, saw a metal bingo cage with enclosed walls be placed on the front table.
"The planet you shall reincarnate to will be decided by this!" J. exclaimed.
Seeing him stare in space. His assistant leaned forward from behind the sofa and seductively grabbed his hand, jolting him dumb.
"Wh–Wha–" Fero, still befuddled and feeling the heat rush to his head, saw his hand latch onto the handle and make a spin in a swift motion.
The air froze as, Fero excluded, everyone held their breaths.
Without much rattling sound of the balls, a crumbled piece of paper fell down from the opening and onto the table.
Fero frowned and reached out his hand, just before his fist could snap shut on it, J's greedy fingers quickly cleared it away and started flattening it out, muttering to Fero's stupefaction, "The table's expensive... this might be too heavy for it."
"Woohoo!" J exclaimed loudly, raising both of his arms like Fero he had won the lottery.
And the archangel once again did herself proud in unleashing the party-crackers at the perfect instant, showering Fero from behind.
With an elegant flip with the sofa's backseat as leverage, she flumped besides Fero, and gave him a quick smooch on the cheek, "Congratulations dear, you won the lottery. This is the best planet to reincarnate it. Tch!" She pouted and looked away, "Why wasn't it me instead of you?"
Fero, despite being entranced by the smooch, wondered internally, 'But you didn't even look at the damned paper.'
With glazed eyes and listless movement, he reached out and spun the bingo cage again and waited... and waited more. But only air dared to peek out.
"Ho-Hoho!" J snapped his fingers and the table was swiftly emptied by his assistant, "It's a bashful little thing."
Fero felt his heart quiver, 'Oh brother... which devil's abode have I found myself in?'
"Alright!" J beamed a wondrous smile, giving Fero a chill, and waved his hand. Throwing a large scroll in front of him that unrolled mid-air and adjusted itself neatly on the table.
"As every good isekai person... it is but the norm to make you overpowered." J nodded assuringly, "So choose away at your leisure one of these op powers for your taking."
Fero's fists tightened, with a heart fluttering like a leaf in a storm, he peered down while sneaking glances at the two angels that were standing on each his sides.
'Let's see,' Despite everything, Fero did feel slightly excited to see what this op-ability-for-the-taking had to offer.
As his eyes scanned the list of abilities, his breath hastened like a person jogging down a mountain, and his hands quivered as he traced word by word the names of the abilities presented to him.
"Invisible Jade Shield: Unbreakable by any force!"
"Villain Master: All the villains shall become your fan."
"Great Winds: Wherever you pass, the winds will kneel in submission to you."
Fero's lips spasmed. What the heck was this?
"Is this for... real?" He turned his head toward J.