Earth
Stonehenge city…..
Rocky walls central high….
‘’Ugh my head, wait my head?’’
Inside the male washroom a fatty could be seen staring blankly at the air, a confused expression plastered on his face as he grabbed the side of his head The throbbing ache all over his body screamed for his attention, however, he had no time to be bothered about that as he was still in disbelief.
“Did I actually survive the spatial tears? I really did survive haha……’’ throwing his head back the fatty started laughing.
‘’Falling into such a chaotic spatial crack with a soul as feeble as mine yet i still survived, haha i bet that old man would pull his hair out if he learned that I actually survived!’’
Naturally, this fatty was none other than the Demon Monarch who had somehow survived and even managed to possess someone's body!
‘’Wait a minute, why do I feel so heavy?’’ he was still reeling with joy when he suddenly felt that something wasn't right. Finally he glanced down at his hand and instead of the long slender fingers he had….
‘’The fuck? sausage fingers!’’
Pale, soft and slightly greasy,Carlos couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at his fat fingers, yet the sight before him was as true as it got.
“...What the hell?”
As if thinking of something he rushed to the window and there he was finally able to see his full reflection in the window—round cheeks, double chin with some loose hair, and a school uniform straining at the buttons.
‘’I’m… fat?’’
As if he had made the realization of the century, Carlos' expression was as incredulous as it could get, he quickly calmed down though. For people at his level the concept of reincarnating was something they understood more or less so he was able to quickly sort out his emotions.
‘’However, this body is a little bit extreme….. I can hardly move my legs!’’ Glancing at his arms and legs that seemed like huge, meaty logs of wood Carlos exclaimed. The fat on his face jiggled in response, further irritating him.
While he was ecstatic at another chance at life, being fat wasn't the most interesting option he would have chosen. One had to know that he, the Demon Monarch, was hailed as a paragon of beauty and handsomeness back in the Nine heavenly realms.
This was an unforgivable injustice to his persona!
Right then he suddenly felt a stream of information rush into his head, realising that it belonged to the previous owner of the body he decided to learn more about this world first.
Closing his eyes he somehow managed to fold his meaty legs into a lotus position as he started to absorb the memories.
Not long after he opened his eyes as a flicker of surprise and understanding flashed past his eyes.
‘’No wonder….’’
Surprisingly, both he and the fatty…cough previous owner of this body actually shared the same first name, obviously they had to have something in common for him to even have a chance at possessing his body.
However, that was where all of their similarities ended!
Does this guy even exercise?
Looking at the flabs of flesh hanging off his arms, Carlos suddenly felt like getting lost in the spatial current would have been a better choice, regardless he focused on going through the memories. The more he looked though the darker his face became.
BANG!
Suddenly the door was kicked open causing sunlight to flood the previously dark room as a rough voice shattered the precious silence he had been enjoying.
‘’Oi fatso you're awake? Good, good get your ass over here for this daddy!’’
Hearing that gruffy voice, a surge of rage rose up in him. Instinctively, his body shuddered as the voice seemed to trigger a subconscious fear and extreme hatred in him or rather the soul of the original owner of the body.
Tilting his head a bit he was met with a rough looking teenager that was roughly around nineteen.The guy was gruff looking and had a bunch of muscles that he was obviously proud of showing off judging from the folded sleeves of his uniform.
By the side of his neck was a half hidden tattoo of what seemed like a naked lady hugging a pole causing one's blood to rush a bit. Overall he was giving the’dreaded’ school bully' vibe.
Looking at the teenager in front of him he finally understood why the previous owner of the body feared and hated him so much as fragmented memories came to his mind— he was a bully.
And not just any bully but rather a sadistic one, in fact, the only reason Carlos was even able to possess this body was due to the heinous injuries inflicted by him resulting in the death of the original owner of the body.
Seeing that Carlos was standing on the spot seemingly in thought, Burt was utterly infuriated, he was already angry and only needed a suitable place to vent, it seemed like this fatty hadn't learnt from the previous beatings he gave him!
“Oi boy, just because I was merciful not to break your bones the last time makes you think I'm soft eh?”
As he said this the
Walking closer to Carlos a sinister grin appeared on his face as he drew his sleeves even higher. Behind him, the three students that were his followers all had gloating looks on their faces as they watched their boss about to deal with the fatty.
Rubbing their palms together they couldn't help but feel like they were the ones doing the beating instead
“Take one more step and I swear you'll die.’’
Right when he was about an arms length away from reaching Carlos, he suddenly heard something that made him freeze on the spot. Even the goons behind him had their eyes fly wide open, their jaws dropping to the ground.
“What the hell did you say punk?”
Finally realizing that he was being threatened, Burt's face instantly turned dark. He was the one that threatened others, not the other way round. Despite asking a question, his hand was already turned a fist hurtling towards Carlos, head.
Beat first, question later that was his principle!
‘’I said…..”
Slowly Carlos raised his head up allowing Burt to see his face. Instead of the fear and trepidation he was expecting though all he saw were two infinitely stretching pools of darkness.
“go fuck yourself!”
The words he said didn't really register in his mind, rather it was the eyes. As he stared into them, endless palpitations filled his heart, it was like his soul was about to be drawn into the very depths of hell!
“Ahhhh’’
Unknowingly, his fist was about to reach Carlos face, however, he wasn't able to advance a single step as could sweat poured from his a forehead. Before he knew it Carlos simply sidestepped causing him to miss and fall to the ground at the same time a foul smell filled the courtyard as a wet patch appeared on Burt's trousers.
“Humph pathetic!"
Looking down on the shell shocked burt, Carlos simply spat before waddling away his buttocks swaying comically.
Usually, the three goons behind Burt would have been laughing but they couldn't even bring themselves to do so as they hurried to their boss.
“Boss what happened, you suddenly screamed and fell down…ugh what's that smell?"
Rushing to their boss the three were about to help him up when they discovered that he had actually soiled himself causing their confusion to peak even more.
Burt on the other hand was oblivious to this, the only thing in his sight were those cruel black eyes. He had a feeling that if his fist had hit Carlos he would have died on the spot!
Finally after a while he stood up, shakily he turned to the three confused fellows behind him.
“Don't mention a word of what happened here, understood?"
"Yes boss!”
Despite not really understanding they knew that their boss always had a reason for whatever he did.
Looking in the direction that Carlos had walked out from his heart froze again as he remembered the feeling from earlier. It was like the person standing before him wasn't Carlos but some other celestial fiend that had descended into the mortal realm. Quietly, he swore to never come close to Carlos again!
What he didn't know was that it truly wasn't Carlos but the infamous demon Monarch!