SUPER_WEIRDO

*Excerpt*

"I am thinking of taking out a loan," I rolled my eyes, and thought to myself secretly, 'what an idiot but I can help this idiot!'
I began with my lecture, educating a dedicated 'servant' is the duty of the 'master'.
"A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank you are out in 10,"

"Ah...erm...Di'ordi what's with your head?"
I felt puzzled by this, I mean my logic is sound!
you don't have to worry about food and shelter in prison. I mean my 'servant' is decent enough to become a big boss while in prison.

"Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back but my accomplice got caught the fool spent 10 years in prison but now she's out and living well."
Ah, my last life but she will never know.

"f*ck!"

"No need to spout such filthy words, I haven't beaten you to a pulp or anything,"

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Di'ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved and surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, those men had been repeatedly suppressed for the past hundred years but because they are in fact his shattered soul made flesh weakening him, he had granted them a boon to stay by her side as her friends.
Upon her death, his fracture souls were then bonded to her wandering soul and followed her to the thousands of light-years away planet to be reborn and join her once again.
The issue is, it became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances.
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When I growup

I don't understand, I seem to always be caught off guard. My dads and their punishment make me wish to tap out like a wrestler in the ring caught in some complicated lock.

I just wanted to heal myself a bit and get rid of some frustrating energy, I mean I had been so considerate of my opponent this time. So soft, holding back eighty-five percent of my strength, but Lo and behold, this lil one was still blamed. Yo! It's fifteen percent of strength, fifteen peoples! (no error in spelling)

Is it my fault that this so-called person possessing innate power is too weak?

Maybe he should focus on his physical fitness a little more. I mean even though you have a gun you can still be disarmed or caught off guard.

I looked down at the slow rise and fall of my opponent epically speechless.

Interschool event begins!