"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…"
Man, these words are simple yet very true.
The one who said these words must have really been.... "corrupted" he he he.
Does power corrupt?
Maybe, but why? Is powers very nature to corrupt?!
If it's true.
Then does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? If they are then how much.? Partially, slightly, or fully.
Who is the most corrupt, then
Is it the police? Who has the power of law over the people who break the? Law?
Or is it the military who can use the power of Hot weapons?
Or is it the politicians that control the police, the military, and the red buttons?
Or is it the people who fund these politicians? The people that control everything from the shadows.
To know who is the most corrupt, we need to understand.
Who is the most powerful?!
If I asked any random normal person,
Who is the most powerful being?
Then he would probably answer me with one word..." GOD"....
Well, it does make sense; I mean, god HIMself says in HIS holy scriptures that HE is the source of all power. He is the most powerful being there was, is, and will be.
If HE is the source of all power.
And if power's very nature is to corrupt, then "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption!
Probably not, but then again, Angeles are the second most powerful beings besides GOD, and They worship GOD. They can't disobey GOD.
Well, in Islam, They can't, but in Christianity, they can, so I don't know, maybe.
But what about the people who believe in God?
there are plenty of radical people who believe in God I mean,
I have seen people in the news blowing themselves up in the name of god.
People kill others in the name of god.
Some people even believe they are the chosen people of God, so they kill others in the name of god.
So are they believers of god or corrupted by the devil or enlightened people that see something that my dumb ass doesn't understand.
Man! I don't know about hell, but after all those blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God will let me be in Heaven.
Now everyone might be thinking, then why are you talking about these blasphemous thoughts?
Well, it's my grandma's fault.
Well, what did she do?
Nothing! It's not what she did, it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, then think about GOD," so it's grandma's fault.
Although she might have not meant how I am thinking of God but hey I'm still thinking about God so… love you, grandma.
A/C: if you're grandma know how you are thinking about God. She might get a Hart attack out of shock.
Well now you might be thinking why don't you have anything to do well because right now I should be "Dead"
I opened my eyes and looking up, I saw the seeling. It's not a room seeling, more like a weird cave seeling.
"Damn, am I in hell" That's the first thought that comes to my mind.
Well, if I am in hell, then where is the fire? Where are the demons? Where's the punishment? Well, if I am really in hell, then this might be the last time I get to rest in eternity.
Maybe everyone is being a little considerate of the new guy. They're giving me time to adjust my mindset. I am a new guy in hell so maybe.
I closed my eyes and started recoling my life. Giving my imaginary audiences a brief rundown on my backstory.
"We're moving to America " are the most hated words of my life.
My home country was a small, still developing country in Asia.
We had a big family, my parents, my grandparents, my uncles and aunts, and my cousins in one big house.
My dad was an engineer, and my mum was a stay-at-home housewife, I was happy, but my father wasn't.
He wanted to live life like a dream, "The American Dream," so he decided that we were moving to America, the land of democracy, the land of freedom.
A/n: Damn! I can almost hear the cry of an eagle Ha ha ha.
"One thing in life that is constant is change"
So everything did change my Big family became a small family, from having a lot of friends to having no friends. Heck, I couldn't even talk to anyone because I didn't know English that much.
I had to change and adapt to the new environment; it was hard, but I managed.
Not everything was bad, the Streets Ware cleaner,.
But the people were filled with garbage.
Americans have a superiority complex.
They think themselves better than the rest of the world.
Don't believe me. Most idiots who believe in the flat earth theory are Americans. Even though the first human landing on the moon was done by an American, they even took pictures of Earth.
They even suspect the Apollo 11 space mission saying it was staged, a bunch of idiots.
School Started after I learned some basic English. I got into middle school, and then I realized why being defiant wasn't a good thing most of the time.
I stick out like a sore Thum. I was different.
I was short. I wasn't black or white.
I wasn't a genius like a stereotypical Asian kid, and I wasn't a dumb idiot. Plus the fact that I was a Muslim made the situation worse.
Like American people really hated Islam with passion in the 2010s, like, come on.
Guys, it's not like Muslims attacked 2 of your most important buildings with 2 airplanes full of hostages right…right?
Damn, they did.
Good job guys. Because of you, every time I meet my neighbors, instead of greeting me, They stare at me, holding my backpack like I was a terrorist hiding a bomb in my backpack. Sometimes they would even call the police.
Now you might be expecting me to say I was bullied in my school like a typical Isekai anime protagonist. But no, actually, it was quite the opposite . People were actually terrified of me at school.
At first, it was normal people didn't care about me; I didn't care about them.
But then… well, I was young and kinda stupid, so I kinda had a crush on this girl in my class. She was flashy, and I was blind, so…. Long story short, she noticed told her boyfriend about it, who was a grade higher than me.
So the boyfriend and his friends started pushing me, putting garbage in my locker, the girl called me a creep in front of the whole class, one guy even punched me in the eye. Damn, that hurt.
The teachers didn't do much, it's like They didn't even care. My mom and dad were too busy adjusting and blending in with everything, so they didn't have time to care about their son's bullying.
So I did what I had to do, showing them why everyone called me the devil incarnate in my home country.
The flashy girl found something on her desk that made her puke in the class in front of everyone.
The boyfriend found his and some of his friends' shoes missing after football practice. And the one that punched me in the eye found Tham tags in his shoes.
The teacher found himself stuck on the class chair because someone poured super glue on it. I wonder who it was.
Fun Fact: it was me he ha ha. (evil laugh)
Everyone knew who did those; I mean, the whole day, I was giving them the biggest shit-eating grin I could muster. Haha ha ha that was fun.
The school didn't do much. I mean, a foreign kid gets bullied and then fights back against even the teacher.
Making a big deal out of it was not a good idea; if word got out, it could bring a lot of unwanted criticism that could tarnish the reputation of the school. Plus, there was no clear evidence, and if the police got involved in this, then it would not be good for the school.
So they called all the parents and settled everything among each other.
My dad wasn't happy, but hey, he doesn't care when I am not happy, so why should I care?
The bullies wanted to teach me a lesson, but every time they did something to me, I would go straight to the principal's office crying and screaming like I was mad crazy or something and exaggerate everything by 10 fold. Ha ha ha ha, I still remember the principal's face, the guy looking like he had taken a bite out of the sourest lemon possible. It was hilarious ha ha ha ha.
Sometimes I would go just to see him making that face. It was fun. He he
A/N: You're a Demon.
The bullies decided it wasn't worth it, so they stopped bullying me. Instead, they spread bad rumors about me.
Like I was a psychopath, was a lunatic; I was a madman, I was possessed, I was a creep. As such everyone stayed away from me I almost felt like Gojo Satoru
Nobody could touch me.
Life continued. I graduated from middle school.
My parents became distant after my mom got a job. She started changing, and she made new friends that taught my mom how to be a strong, independent woman.
My parents started arguing a lot; one time, my mom even called the cops on my dad, and my dad was furious.
I thought it was hilarious ha ha ha ha.
The guy wanted to live the American dream but he didn't realize that his dream had become a nightmare. The American nightmare.
The situation was quite amusing, to say the least; my dad couldn't believe what was happening to him. Where did it all go wrong? What was so wrong for him to want to have a better life? What did he do wrong? He just wanted to make sure his kids had a better life than him and a better environment for them to grow up in. A better education for them.
A better life than his.
It's funny to me.
"He thought he was planting seeds for a brighter future, but all he nurtured was distance and misunderstanding."
In the pursuit of a dream, he lost his reality.
Later, we found out Mom was cheating on Dad. I wasn't really surprised, but what I was surprised about was dad didn't react much; I thought he was going to freak out, but he didn't. Maybe he had his guesses or that's what I think.
My parents were about to file for divorce,
I was about to graduate high school and get the hell out of my parent's house.
I thought about going back to my home country, but in the end, I decided not to because of a certain discovery I made about myself.
What was it?
I'm glad you asked; you see, I really irritated people like… really irritated people like my Meir existence made people mad with irritation, and I actually kinda enjoyed it. I found it hilarious every time someone got irritated because of what I said or did. Was I a bully?
I decided to figure it out by bullying a bully. It turns out I am not a bully. Also, I was not strong enough to block a punch nor fast enough to dogh it. "ouch!" I got a black eye for two weeks…. that was… painful.
So I didn't like to bully people physically, but …mentally,. Ooh, you don't have an idea how much I enjoyed it.
So was I a sick bastard who gained
the pleasure from tormenting people psychologically,?
Kinda, maybe, probably…
Anyway, I decided that most people in my home country are already living a difficult life.. so I won't make their life harder. Plus, I got addicted to pizza, and they don't have it back home.
Those were my plans, but as someone once said, oftentimes, plans can never keep up with the changes…
What happened?
Well, I died.
How?. well that's another story.
Did I talk about Billy? …. No… Well, let me tell you about Billy.
Well, Billy was a year senior of mine in high school. He was a big white guy.. like really big.
He was the type of guy who did things without thinking about the consequences first. Or that's how he is I think.
So you know a brout.
He played on the school football team.
Not the other football but American football.
I always found it annoying; I mean, why do you have to call it football yeah, sometimes you kick the ball in the game, but most of the game, you're not kicking the ball; you're just holding the ball and running and tackling each other like how is that even football.
You could have called it handball hell, you could have called it tackling each other with the ball in hand, and it would have made more sense, but no… you had to call it football.. so that the rest of the world can get confused.
Anyhow, Billy was a football player on the school team and he was great. I mean, the guy was big and strong and liked fighting, so he was great until he… wasn't.
You see, Billy might have hit his head too many times or that's what I think.
Billy started to ignore the coach's orders during matches, and so the team started losing matches. The coach spoke with Billy, but the guy didn't listen, and after losing Another match, the coach decided to remove him from the team for now.
And obviously, Billy didn't like that.
So, in Billy's naive or more like stupid mind,, he thought .. the coach had a personal vendetta against him.
So a few weeks later a video spread of the coach's daughter giving a head to someone. The whole school everyone in the school that had a phone got the video.
A/N: if you don't know what giving a head means.. you're an angel. 😇 We need more people like you.
Eventually, the coach found out about the video. And got really mad like really mad.
So he asked his daughter "nicely" who the guy on the video was, and she told him it was Billy, that son of a b**h.
It turns out that after the coach removed Billy from the football team, Billy decided to retaliate by seducing the coach's daughter and then making a MMS and spreading it in the school.
Well, it worked. Billy got his revenge, but, unfortunately, it worked too well. The coach was he wanted to call the police.
So he called the police. The cops showed up. Put Billy in cuffs and we're going to press charges on Billy for distribution of child pornography.
But the school didn't want the police to be involved in school matters so they intervened.
So The school called Billy's dad, who was a rich businessman, and the coach together to sort things out. And They did. Turns out you can get out of trouble if you have a rich dad who is willing to pay to wipe your ass out of trouble.
Well after that Billy was suspended and nobody was allowed to talk about the incident openly.