So hearing this bastard's words, I couldn't help but hit him one more time before hugging this asshole while speaking: 'No asshole, you can't get happy like this. Remember how hard you worked for such a miracle, while I, on the other hand, just got it from a mere roadside? You can't do this to me. Tell me how much you envy me, and show how much you crave my blood for getting something that was meant for you!'
Hearing my words, he began to look at me with pity while speaking in a sighing tone: 'Kid, even after visiting those gods, you still didn't get such a basic thing, huh?
It was never about hard work or efforts; it was always about fate and importance, no matter how hard a side character like me worked, the person who is writing our stories would only give miracles to those whom he wants. You or I can't do anything about it, and I am living proof to you that hard work only suits those who stand in the front row, not those who stand at the sidelines!'
Something harsh but more real than my own story; it was right because it was always about the frame, not the efforts. If the presenter wants, then he can glorify a mere pebble-lifting as an impossible deed.
But if he wants, then he can even make lifting a mountain a mere small deed. So I couldn't even argue with this jerk in such a thing, so I spoke while pulling this jerk up: 'So what will we do now? We both can't stay in the same world, and that asshole will again interfere with us.'
Hearing my words, he spoke in an indifferent tone while pointing at someone: 'Are you talking about him? He came here a few moments before only of your arrival and was acting a bit weird, so do you know him?'
Now looking at his pointing finger, i glanced at that side, and my face turned pale, because that bastard was really some hardcore god; that wasn't looking like a good news, so i quickly pulled his hand down, and spoke in panic: 'Creep that bastard is none other than time god, the same jerk that pulled me back to this timeline, don't even think about insulting him; even my abilities aren't working right now, so make sure to stay put!'
Seeing me panicking, he broke into laughter and pushed me a bit to the side while speaking in a provoking tone: 'Brat, did you go soft in your timeline? Since when did we even think about such jackasses? These trashs are still the same; nothing is different in them. They are nothing but cheap spectators in our lives, so why the fuck would we even worry about such a jerk—'
Before this creep could complete his words, his throat was in the hand of this creep, who was nowhere near looking like a pushover, but this bastard was still not backing down in his curses: 'HUH, you puny god, you still can only bully a poor soul like me; you can't even touch the assholes who are your size. Same fucking creator, as their same fucking creations, all of you know nothing other than bullying like us, huh?'
Now this was what I could call balls of something that even couldn't be described, like this jerk was fucking normal average old coots, and he was already in the grip of such an overpowered god, and yet instead of backing down or feeling pressured, he was still cursing him.
Well, such a kind of courage, I had never seen before. I always praised others for such courage, but I never thought that my real-time jerk would be this cool, like, really, it didn't matter now if he would survive or not.
But cursing a god directly on his face was something that I couldn't even see in my entire life, but soon its result started to show its effects, as the screams began to echo in the surroundings, while his body was still looking the same.
Fuck this asshole was really using his time's authority over such a old and weak person, now i couldn't even feel bit of pride of meeting the gods, but atleast not all gods were like this, but this bastard was really forcing my hand, but this jerkish system was still not listening to me, and my cultivation was no where acting in my body.
Such a thing was really something else, but I couldn't just let this bully ruin my poor self of another timeline, so I tried to look around for something, but there was nothing but some pebbles on the ground.
Feeling my helplessness, I sighed and lifted them. While trying to throw them at this jerk, the stones didn't even manage to touch his protection barrier before they were turned to ashes, and in the next moment, my throat was lying in the hands of this creep.
Fuck this was something that i never hoped for, and soon my mind turned blank, and the images of past started corroding my mind, those memories, that i never wished to even glance back, were now being repeated countless times, and funny part, instead of just playing like video clip or images, this bastard was forcing me to relive them.
That's why old people said to never never curse a god, but i couldn't see a fucking god, all i was seeing was just some bully who was using his powers on weaklings like us to boost his ego, such fragile ego that got hurt even in mere few words from such random mortal.
Well, the pain was immense of those memories, and only a fool could think that nice memories could replace painful ones, because painful memories stick with you for much longer than any good could ever.
So this was now feeling like an endless loop, until I saw two women who pulled my hand and threw me to a nearby building. Fucking without powers getting hit to the building was the worst feeling.
And due to that jerk's time magic, i was also hit by mind, but i tried to focus on my senses, and looked at front, where the woman were talking something to that jerk, well this was something new, because i couldn't imagine anybody that could stand against time god for me, other than those two!