Guys, I'm not gonna lie, Nerdcore is honestly so peak. You really haven't listened to music until you heard someone rapping as an anime character and actually spitting bars. My favorite is probably The Stupendium or Rustage, but check them and the other people they include for yourselves.
I've also been thinking of a sort of upload schedule. I post a chapter of this fic, do the other two and then post a tri-fold update. What do you guys think?
Wait, my Webnovel readers won't understand this, uhh... INSERT CONVIENENT EXCUSE HERE!!
Anyways, enjoy the show!
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What is Hell even about?
My God, genuinely, what the fuck is even happening down here? I just left my house, just walking on the street having a good old time, just minding my own business and not even bothering anyone.
When I tell you, in the matter of 5 minutes, I was accosted by thugs and had to fight them all in broad daylight. Why are you robbing people, not only in daylight, but in the middle of the street? Nobody even helped, they just stood there and watched me mess those guys up and went about their business.
I know for a fact that some of these guys owned guns, they could've stepped in and done something, but they're just dickheads.
Thankfully, I could handle them on my own without transforming into the Roaring Knight, hell,, I even got the black ticket to show up and fly down into my hands when I was done.
Beat up three thugs without using any abilities or items with a stab wound
1x Silver Ticket
Damn, now that I think about it, I'm kinda cracked. My eyes did carry me along with my super strength, but I didn't even need to use my shadow armor or those daggers to win a fight. Roll me, baby.
[Expert Performance]
|Elite Skill|
You have the skills of an expert performer. You can play any instrument about as well as anyone can, and sing with a voice that impresses just about anyone. You can captivate large crowds with your performance, and imbue your emotions into your songs, you know how to sway crowds like an expert. You would be hailed as one of the classics and counted among the greats.
SHIT!
Without warning, my mind was assaulted by a demonic chorus of sounds and senses. My hands danced across the piano with a level of skill that even Mozart would feel inferior to, I sang so well that sirens would kill their brothers and sisters to even have a voice half as good as mine.
I acted in movies and plays so well that I truly became that character in my heart and soul. I sold out tickets to my stages in mere seconds with people rioting just to hear my voice even a little bit.
…Genuinely, what the fuck just happened?
When I came back to reality, I was leaning on a wall, holding my head in pain along with holding my stomach. Apparently, getting years worth of art-related memories crashing into your headband messing up your brain also agitated your stab wounds. I could never have figured that out.
Anyway, let me just try and find this mattress store or something. I don't even know where I'd find one in this place anyway, like in a mall or somewhere like that? Man, I always thought that these mattress stores were money laundering schemes, but now I can't believe I actually need one.
I mean, I guess I can go into that huge mega-mall in the distance. It kinda looks like those capsule buildings that Bulma made in Dragon ball, but it's all-white with a sense of superiority surrounding it.
It looked like the kind of building that middle-aged white suburban moms shopped at and laughed at all the poor people outside while sipping on mimosas and talking about their kids and husbands.
…Wait, what was I talking about?
Whatever, let's just get a mattress.
I walked to the mall, accidentally bumping into some random guy who looked hella pissed and finally went inside. The mall was just as I expected, a lot of rich people walking around (who were foursome reason all anthropomorphic animals) along with a big duck fountain in the middle.
As soon as I stepped in, the people closest to me looked at me like I was an animal, with straight disgust. I don't even know if it's because I was poorer than them or if it was because I'm black. I got 500 souls on both of them, though.
I ignored them anyway, heading out to explore this place to the fullest. I explored the bottom floor first, but nothing that I wanted was there. Hell, they ain't even have an Auntie Anne's or a Subway down here, what do these guys actually eat?
Man, who am I kidding? Everybody knows that rich people only eat the suffering of the poor for nutrients to sustain eternal life along with the innocent smiles of children.. And the children themselves. Man, rich people are just disgusting–
…Huh?
Something caught my attention, a store specifically.
Sawyer's Super Sex Trade! (ᴹᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵒʳ: ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗᶦⁿᵒᵎ)
There's…No way. There's no damn way that there are literal sex trafficking rings in broad daylight, right?
…Right?
With shaky feet I walk inside of the store. It seemed normal at first glance, obviously going for a cozy vibe with hardwood floors and candles everywhere, however, just looking at the inside would have you reconsidering everything.
It was crowded with people, all of them looking at a stage where a truly sickening site was there to behold. On the stage was a woman dressed in nothing but tatters of clothing, purposefully exposing her body in a "sexy" way, however, it only revealed the horrible bruises and cuts on her body with a burlap sack covering her face.
The supposed erotic site was sickening to the core, made even worse by the lanky red man standing next to her wearing a suit and tie while holding a piece of thick rope. Following the rope with my eyes, I noticed that the woman was actually standing on her tippy toes, a noose around her neck as a sort of twisted way of making her suffer I guess.
The man acknowledged me and began to auction off the woman, but I couldn't care less, stumbling out of the store while feeling sick to my stomach. No way, there's no way, there's no goddamn way that what I just saw was real, right?
Y-yeah, maybe it was… A punishment! Maybe it was just a sick, sick, fucking joke that her friends made her do as a dare. After all, this is Hell, people could just be really really fucking cruel… Right?
My hand reached up to my mouth, attempting to hold in my vomit. I always had a weak stomach to violent stuff or just plain horrible things. I know it sounds like I'm a bitch, but I couldn't even watch the Terrifier movies without hurling chunks.
So seeing this, seeing someone be sold off to slavery, seeing people gleefully go to buy someone that's obviously suffering bruises and signs of torture… It made my gut do flips.
I walked out on shaky legs to the other parts of the store, trying to see something, anything to solidify my view. I went up the stairs, looking around the stores, trying to see something, anything justifying my views.
Maybe I can see a sign saying that this was all for entertainment purposes only. People on Earth did some other shit like this, doing something deplorable just to get some clout on Instagram or something, maybe it's like that here too.
Maybe it's–
Sinner Meat, Hot & Ready! (ᴹᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵒʳ: ᴬˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳᵎ)
…
I aimlessly walked in, looking around and seeing another site that only reaffirmed the belief that I truly didn't want to exist.
On a table right in front of me, there was a group of 5 people just feasting on a body on the table. The man on the table was held down by various straps as chunks upon chunks of flesh were taken out of his legs, chest, and legs. Blood poured out of him like a faucet, but as much as he tried, he couldn't scream at all with the duct tape over his mouth.
This time, I couldn't hold it in, running to the nearest trash can and throwing up inside of it.
The people who sold slaves off with heavy abuse, the people who ate others alive against their will, the people who sponsored this and gave up these victims and the people who are allowing this to happen…
I'm gonna beat the fuckin' piss outta them, you hear?
SNAP SNAP SNAP
"Excuse me, sir, but you can't throw up here. Even the garbage in that trash can is worth more than your pathetic life." A voice said behind me, snapping their fingers like I was dog and speaking me with that stupid fucking condescending tone.
I didn't hesitate at all, summoning my shadow armor on my right hand and lashing at the person behind me, smacking them directly in the forehead with a loud CRACK.
His skull was most probably fractured, but right now I didn't really care. I wasn't going to kill any of them, but I certainly wasn't going to try and save them either.
MORALITY X OF X KILLING
The armor on my arm wasn't stagnant, suddenly covering my entire right arm as I hit my fists together, covering my left arm as well.\
My helmet formed over my head, snapping over my face as I stomped down twice, each leg being covered in armor before I made an X over my chest, the shadows finally making my chestpiece.
MORALITY X OF X KILLING
…I don't think that I'll ever regret what I'm going to do.
…Ever.
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THE END
Next Chapter: The Roaring Incident.
I'm not gonna lie, I recently found a site that gives out free games. I might lowkey have a virus, but I got Shin Megami Tensai 3 Nocturne out of it, so I consider that a fair trade.
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