The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

Chapter 80 - 80 - The Fuck-Up

Jacob limbed through the door, attracting some gazes which he felt disgusted by. He didn't like those people giving him those gazes… why should they pity him? Who the fuck were they to him?

His friends had all deserted him… His family didn't want to see him anymore and… the one person he had given his heart and soul to wouldn't even recognize my existence anymore.

All because of that fat guy.

Jacob snorted and covered his face with his hood and went to the bar.

"Give me a bottle of whiskey." Saying that he sat over a seat.

"One whiskey bottle cuming right up." The bartender said while sliding the opened cap of the bottle.

"Now that I look at it again," The bartender continued, "You really got punched hard in the face, din't cha?"

Jacob clutched the bottle hard, "What the fuck does that got to do with you!"

The bartender's face turned a bit dark, "Just trying to make conversation. Seems like whoever did that must have been right in doing so."

"YOU!"

Jacob angrily looked at the guy, ready to fight. Then he calmed down knowing he was in unknown territory where fighting the local bartender probably isn't the best choice.

He looked at his drink, heavily regretful of all the choices he'd been making this past few days, "…This wouldn't have happened if I could have killed that fat fucker."

The bartender saw that look and understood it. It was regret, not at being able to kill him but at being weak himself. So he calmed down before he remembered something, "Yeah! This guy had been

"Just do it."

"What?"

"Kill me! I won't beg for mercy, I won't give you that satisfaction." He said with his face turning awful angry.

"No," I looked confused, "Why would I do that? I came all this way from Valint wasn't to kill you but to see how you were doing."

"What! Don't fucking joke with me." Jacob knew I was having fun with him. "This life is already fucked up enough for me, I don't need you to fuck it even more."

Seeing him already at the boiling point, I show my hands in surrender and say in exhaustion, "Alright alright, I give up. What got your panties so tight?"

"Oh yeaaah! It's me." I said seeing a vein pop up. "Okay, All serious now. So how are you doing?"

"Stop joking."

"Seriously man, what's up? What'd you been doing for this past few days except for roaming around and drinking yourself to death?"

Maybe because he had just had it or because he was ready to face his death so Jacob was honest, "Truth be told, I'd rather you had killed me back at that arena."

"Oh?"

"After you left, not only did my once great friends check back on how I am but right after I was up, they carried me like a bag and threw me out of their honorable camp… those Religias pussies." He spat on the floor.

"You're going to clean that up, cunt!" The bartender remarked and Jacob took that like a champ.

"Where was I… yes, after your fat ass fucked me up and fired me from my station, I looked for a job everywhere." He expressed while patting his leg, "But as you can see, nobody is crazy enough to hire someone… what was it that they said… ah, yes, a disabled. None of them wanted a 'disabled person' for work." He pointed with his hands.

"So here we are…"

"Here we are…" I said, "Me enjoying the labors of humanity and you… well you being one of those labors."

Jacob said nothing as he quietly drinks his bottle. Then he looked at me seriously, "So, what do you want from me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't fuck with me. I know that you wouldn't have come here searching for me 'just to talk'." He said and I couldn't help but feel proud of myself.

One hero who was going to be a righteous person fighting against great evil's back in the novel, has turned in to such a massive fuck-up and all that happened because of me. I couldn't stop the fake tear from dropping out of my eye.

"You're right, I have a job for you."

Jacob nodded like he knew this was coming, "It will be pricey but… I will kill Samantha Religias."