KhyaaL

I am Racist.


…

I mean, my name is Racis T.

I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.

One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.

That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.

Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.

But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.

All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.

Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.

But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.

Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.

Because, well—there was an afterlife.

And it was absolutely not what I wished for.
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I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I had a feeling Sexis would say something serious but I never imagined him saying:

For a moment, I thought I heard him wrong. It was like a McDonald's employee saying his body count is in double digits.

"What do you mean you have no Skills now?" I asked.

"I mean what I said. I have no Skills anymore!"

"But you had more than six thousand skills. How can all of them go away? Are you sure? What about your system?"

"I am sure. I have not even one skill now. And there is no system interface in front of me."

"How is this possible? What is going on, Supreme Man?"

I am terrified now. Skills were the only things keeping me alive against Malthus. And now that could be taken away too?

Only one man could explain this and that's why I asked the Supreme Man for an answer.

I waited for the sky to show some message.

This Chapter Hits. Malthus Can Confirm.