Prologue

I don't know how it happened…

What happened to me…

"Where am I…" I muttered as I walked through the cold rain in my bare feet, bruised and bleeding from the deep cuts of the rough gravel-ly concrete pathway which dug deep into my foul feet.

Looking up I see buildings tower over me.

The rain washed the blood from the streets.

With each step I take blood drips, with each splatter of blood, the rain drifts across leaving a stream of red liquid flowing down the slight slope of the road.

What happened there, wasn't I just an average student a few years ago, where did that all go…

Everyone wishes to be the most outstanding person in the world, but truth be told, many of us are just average, nothing more but a failure to our tall dreams.

I was just ordinary, there isn't much to say about an average guy is there? I guess I could say I was decently popular and was pretty handsome for a mediocre guy… 

What was I doing here?

Roaming the streets in my bare glass splintered feet, in the rain with nothing but the blooded and stinking sweat infested T-shirt which I had worn for the past week. I regret everything now that I am standing here.

What could I have done better, what would the main character in a light novel do… But truth be told I'm no main character, they wouldn't have ended up in a situation like this in the first place… Ah—

I had only been homeless for a couple minutes, prior to that I was still living a blissful life. Sure it wasn't what you would imagine the word 'blissful' as, but for me that was more than enough.

What happened to my life… A life where I needn't to worry about anything. Despite being a fat blob shut-in with a face looking like a monster from video games, full of scars and acne…

I'd still say my life wasn't so bad...

Sure it wasn't a perfect life;

Sure I never went out;

Sure I never had anyone to talk to...

But who can really blame me on that. 

All I can blame is myself…

***

It should have been around 8 o'clock. Today, I was mid-way through my episode of elf hentai, wanking it to one of those r*pey elf videos, my relaxed body laid down on the bed where filthy clothes and unfinished packages of chips laid, my hips arched, humping the air with my laptop on my belly.

I was on the edge of getting my first load off, with my back fully arched and the fapping sound of the lotion and my skin echoed in my dark room… That's when I heard my front door slam open, Who has my key? Did I drop it somewhere? I looked over to the deck and sure enough my keys sat there, safe and sound. Probably just the debt collectors… I then heard the breaking of glass and some other sounds of things breaking in my small apartment, but I couldn't care less… After a while of the sound of things breaking, some randos dressed in black barged into my room, maybe it's for my long due rent or something, I thought. I saw some of them holding crowbars, others held baseball bats. Even still I basically ignored their whole thing, looking back down at my elf hentai. 

Just let me jerk off in peace, fucking weirdos.

"Fuck off..." I mumbled under my breath as I continued my fapping under the blanket sheets.

Crack—

It was then one of the men snapped my laptop, the same one on my belly. It wasn't something I'd think they dared to do, I had never thought anyone would dare to do… That triggered me. Oh yeah? Did you just break my treasured laptop? That was what rang in my mind. 

***

Once upon a time in the long past, I was a martial artist.

I trained under gramps before he died on the day of my fourteenth birthday, I never knew my parents, it's said they died in a car crash when I was like, barely a year old.

Back then I would say I was a pretty good fighter, I was at least the best in my school, or maybe even the whole state, I won't really know as I never really have an actual experience outside of the tiny neighborhood. I learned all types of arts, from being a black belt karate master to a under fourteens fencing champion, you could say I did it all. You can also say that I was pretty confident in my battle prowess, maybe I was a bit too confident…

***

I tried to throw a punch at the man that destroyed my laptop, but my motions were floppy, my body was not what it used to be, throughout these 'blissful' years I have probably gained thirty plus kilograms of just fat, not that I would know the exact amount...

I never dared to measure my weight.

My attempt to punch the man failed, it failed miserably, as he easily dodged out of the way, leaving me to tumble forward crashing face first into a wall next to my bedroom window.

I was banged onto the floor, as multiple others came, they held me down against the wooden planks of my floor. They beat me up pretty roughly, I felt powerless against them.

As they continued to beat me up I had no choice but to whimper in pain while they destroyed all my belongings. In the end I was dragged out of the house, and thrown into the middle of the street with nothing but the blooded clothes I was wearing.

"Fucking degenerate piece of shit…" One of the men muttered.

They shot looks of disgust, as if they were looking at trash, sure I was a shaggy shut-in, but what the fuck did I even do wrong? I was going to pay back my rent sooner or later, just let me wank to my elf girl porn in peace.

…

What was done, was done, I guess I don't have a home now. I just accepted that as a fact, I have no drive to fight back and get back what I have lost. Thinking back I was pretty pathetic back there wasn't I? Getting thrown around and beat up like a flabby punching bag without even the slightest chance to fight back… Rain was pouring outside, the water on the streets were filled with gunk. Was there an oil leak somewhere?

A car sped past, skidding water as it went by, the oily gunk sprayed onto my shirt. 

"Fuck you punk!" I cursed at the driver holding up a plump middle finger at the car as it sped into the distance… To be honest, I couldn't care less about the grime splattering on my shirt, it was already pretty dirty before, a little oil leak mixture wouldn't change much.

What was there that I can do now? I stood there in the middle of the footpath, the pedestrians walking by shot looks at me, revolting looks, pedestrians with kids shied away, walking on the side of the road to avoid me… I look down at myself, my previously white anime T-shirt, now covered in blood, sweat, semen and gunk from the sewage water, my arms and legs covered in spots of blood and patches of purplish bruise marks… I was lookin like something you would see in a horror movie, I think I even heard a kid say 'Frankenstein' before their parents pulled them away.

What should I do? 

I knew what I could and should do, the simple answer is to find a job, then rent a room, then actually live an average civilian salaryman life. But what I don't know is how I do this, sigh… I wish I had paid more attention in class now. Well, according to some unreliable sources on the internet, first I should go find a job agency and give them my resume, then they will do the rest and find me a job, finally I would have to go to an interview and if I was to be lucky, I would land the job. 

I flipped my pockets out… Empty… So now what am I supposed to do? 

This time I actually don't have an idea on what to do, if I had some money I could at least eat food from the convenience stores and last like a month. Am I just forced to be a beggar now?