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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Erect said that there was only one way to deal with Malthus.


The Hero was serious so I also decided to agree to that idea.


And me and Erect weren't alone. There was one more.


He was also ready to fight till we die but he said, 'Then it means we only have to fight for five minutes… or less.'


At this, me and Erect stared at Sexis like we have seen a female streamer who actually knows how to play games instead of showing cleavage.


"Because it will only take him five minutes to kill all three of us. Your heroes are dead. Every single soldier is dead. Now it's only us three. No matter how we fight, he will get the best of us."


"We are three and he is alone. We will be fine."


"Oh yeah? Tell me this, my human Racis friend, when was the last time you fought someone with all your being?"


Chapter 63 - "We Fight Till We Die (Which Should Be Any Minute Now)"