MTLNOVEL Chapter 1: chapter 1 : A Humiliating Death
Chapter 1: A Humiliating Death
Narrator's POV
"Hahaaa… haa…"
The peaceful silence of the night was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of difficult breathing.
The culprit is a young man around 19 years old, dragging himself painfully through an alley.
"*Cough*... I... I shouldn't have messed with that bitch."
The young man couldn't hide the frustration in his voice, but he tried to find a decent hiding spot.
After a short rest behind a dumpster, he began to check his condition by removing his winter clothes.
"Shit, they didn't miss me." There was a huge wound on his stomach, and it wouldn't stop bleeding if he stopped applying pressure.
Johnson Moriarty.
That's the name of the young man currently sitting on the snowy ground of the alley.
He's an ordinary member of a small gang operating in Marseille, France.
He didn't choose this path out of pleasure or greed, but because he had no choice.
His father had died, leaving him with numerous debts to some unsavory individuals, and his mother had left her husband a long time ago.
She had the wisdom to flee and start her life over when her man became violent and a drunk, but she didn't take her son with her.
Perhaps because Johnson physically resembled his father?
Unfortunately, he would never get an answer.
"Hahaha… well, boss's orders."
A mocking and familiar voice echoed at the entrance of the small street.
Johnson tried to control his breathing while pressing his hand against his wound to slow the bleeding. But his attention remained fixed on the person standing before him: his childhood friend turned enemy, Jean-Pierre Portier.
"I know you're disappointed to end up like this because of some pussy, but it's your fault."
"You should've controlled your pants better."
*BAM!*
Jean-Pierre suddenly fired a shot towards a rat that had emerged from a trash can, believing it to be an ambush by his former friend.
"You know what, Johnson?"
"I'm not the only one looking for you."
'Shit. I need to calm my nerves, or I'll end up making a mistake,' he thought, scanning the cold and damp alley with an analytical gaze.
Johnson knew he was screwed, but he still hoped for a miracle.
Jean-Pierre had been Johnson's best friend, and he was the one who had recommended him to their gang leader.
'I'm wounded and exhausted, and Jean-Pierre is in better shape, but...'
He had nothing to lose.
He pulled out his knife from his jacket and quickly made a snowball around a stone.
When Jean-Pierre arrived near his hiding spot, Johnson immediately executed his plan.
He threw his fake snowball at him before rushing towards his former friend and colleague.
"Ow, son of a... " He tried to deflect the snowball, but it contained a stone.
He didn't even have time to curse before his former friend tried to stab him.
*Slash* *Bam* Drops of blood spread on the snow.
"Little bastard... *cough*... can't you just die alone?"
He had been seriously wounded by Johnson's desperate and unexpected attack, but he had still won.
Johnson fell to the ground with a dull thud.
He had no more strength left due to the injuries inflicted by some gangsters before arriving in the alley, but Jean-Pierre's bullet was the final straw.
"One last word... for old times' sake?" Jean-Pierre asked, pointing his gun at Johnson, lying on the ground, helpless.
"It was you... right?"
Johnson's question referred to the leak of information about his romantic encounters with the gang leader's ex-wife.
Jean-Pierre remained silent for a moment before looking around.
"You're not completely stupid."
He sketched an extremely disgusting and contemptuous smile while looking at his former friend on the ground.
"Yes, I fucked that bitch several times," he said as his locs covered his eyes, but didn't prevent Johnson from seeing his mocking smile.
'Damn, my friend has always been an NTR protagonist!' Johnson mentally cursed after confirming his suspicions.
"Believe me, I didn't want to use you to cover my tracks, but you were the only one desperate enough about girls to try and taste this dangerous milf."
He shrugged exaggeratedly before putting the gun back to his skull.
"Rest assured, it's better to die a virgin than to eat the remains of a n*gga."
"I've already knocked up my little brother in her, which is why that idiot boss could no longer satisfy his ex-wife."
After exposing his plan like a second-rate villain, Jean-Pierre finally pulled the trigger, ending Johnson's insignificant life.
…
Narrator's POV (Dandadan World)
"I'm sick of playing nice!" a delinquent yelled before suddenly grabbing the chubby teenager by the collar of his uniform.
"Either you give me your pocket money, or I'll destroy you!" he said, clenching his fist.
"... I... I got nothi-" The chubby teenager couldn't finish his words before receiving a violent punch.
He was thrown towards his desk before losing consciousness.
The other students witnessing this didn't react; they just ignored the scene as if it were usual.
"Didn't you go a bit too far?" another delinquant said to his friend.
"He should've just minded his own business."
"Tomorrow, I hope to get my protection money."
He didn't check on his victim and left the classroom with his gang.
"Hum… Damn Jean-Pierre…" Kinta Sakata
The chubby teenager got up painfully, pushing out some moans of pain from the wounds in his mouth, but this lasted only briefly.
He had an incredulous expression before starting to touch his face, especially his temple.
'I clearly remember getting shot in this spot,' he thought while getting up.
As he noted this strange phenomenon, a violent migraine hit him, making him collapse to the ground.
…
POV of Kinta Sakata
"Yes, miss, I'm a victim of bullying," I said honestly while answering the nurse's question.
However, I can't help but wonder if this nurse's outfit is really regulation…
"Those bastards, they're gonna hear from me!" she declared with a spark of rage in her eyes.
As I continue to observe this provocative nurse's outfit, she regained her composure and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll have a word with the principal and their parents."
I nod softly, trying to produce a satisfied smile. But apparently, my attempt didn't have the intended effect.
"Why are you making that pervy face?"
*Bam* I got hit on the head and was unceremoniously kicked out of the infirmary.
"You can go home in peace, I'll take care of everything," she added behind the closed door.
I leave the infirmary with one less worry ,But my self-confidence has suffered .
The bullies are temporarily resolved, but I must quickly find an effective solution to survive in this universe.
"I still have trouble believing the situation, I've become Kenta in Dandadan."
I wanted to refuse to accept this at first, but I wasn't in a dream.
I could feel the wounds in my mouth, and the nurse's charming appearance proves that my memories as Kenta are real.
"Since I'm in Dandadan, I have two options as an ordinary human."
The first is simple:
Ignore the supernatural and lead a mundane life. Honestly, it's tempting, since I've never had the chance to have an ordinary life like the current Kenta.
But the other option is the one I think I'll choose:
"Getting involved with the supernatural is the best choice if I don't want to end up like in Marseille… or like a generic human."
The problem is obtaining a power.