Chương 2: Will you be my First Wife?

Jason slumped on the floor, singing melodically with his snores. The apple-sized dent in his head began to return to its normal state, and the hate reader flipped toward his side, continuing to drool.

"Buff…Promise," he murmured illogically in his sleep. "I wanna be…buff."

A beautiful blond woman grabbed him by the waist and slung him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The captivating lady's curvy long hair swayed with the wind, and her pale, dewy skin glistened in the sun with an air of nobility. She walked toward her velvet throne adorned with rubies and sat confidently like a queen.

"Why is he here?" the mysterious woman asked curiously as she twirled her hair. "He doesn't look like a murderer or thief? He seems more...average."

She tossed the teenager to the floor beneath her with a loud thud, and the impact instantly jolted Jason awake.

"Hey man, that's not cool! Why would you do that?" he shouted as he rubbed his butt gently.

Wiping the snot from his face, the black-haired teenager anxiously glanced around the room, analyzing his current situation. His gaze slowly fell upon a mystical throne which floated among the clouds, causing Jason to tilt his head in confusion.

"Wait, where am I? Surely I'm not dead? I must be dreaming."

He rubbed his eyes once more and pinched his right cheek, trying to wake himself from his dream. He winced at the tugging sensation, and his eyes opened wide with fright as he understood the gravity of the situation.

"NOOO," he screamed as he stumbled backwards. His hand quivered, and his body trembled. He pulled his hair hard, searching for an answer, and suddenly, a radical idea popped into his mind.

'Hmmm,' he thought to himself rationally. He had never been one of those weaboos that believed in the logic of anime, but the scene before him had completely shaken him to his core.

'What if I got reincarnated as a handsome man?' he pondered. 'You know, like those ones with immaculate charm and a huge harem.'

He squinted his eyes and focused on the beautiful figure in front of him.

"Yes! I knew it!" Jason shouted gleefully as he ran toward the throne. "Today is my lucky day!"

As his gaze landed on the (breasts of the) sexy blond woman, Jason jumped for joy, a hearty smile growing on his face.

Before the woman even had a chance to respond, the black-haired teenager bowed his head low and got on one knee.

"You are a beautiful young maiden. Will you be my First Wife?"

Immediately, a roar of thunder rumbled in the background, and a flashing white streak of light brought Jason to the floor.

"You, a mere human, dare to propose to the Goddess of Retribution?!? I, Nemesis, who have overseen and judged mortals since the Greeks were in power, am being proposed to by...THIS??" the woman sneered.

Though he had no idea what was going on, the searing pain in his ribs told him that something was broken. Foam dripped from the teenager's mouth as he clutched his stomach, wriggling on the floor. Barely able to breathe, he gasped for air and crawled on all fours in the opposite direction.

"Oh, my little Jason," the goddess mocked sarcastically. "Don't tell me you're going to leave me right after proposing?"

The blue sky flashed grey once more, and a second bolt of lightning struck Jason in the leg.

"W-Why? H-How did I even offend you?" he screamed loudly before adding. "Miss, you know you can just say no, right? Geez, no need to be so harsh. "

But silence was her only response as the vicious goddess glared at the teenager with a deathly stare. No longer able to move a muscle, Jason grit his teeth and closed his eyes, prepared to meet his inevitable end.

A flash of light glowed brightly, peering through the man's closed eyelids as a second barrage of lightning crashed down on the poor soul.

'Crap. Crap. Crap,' he chanted like a spell of protection. "It fucking hurts, god damn it! How am I not dead?"

Nemesis roared with laughter at the young man's confusion and replied with a smirk.

"Retribution is relentless, and revenge is long-lasting. How can I let you off the hook so easily?" she hissed. "Death doesn't exist in my realm; torture does."

Screams and pleas echoed throughout the throne room, but the blond woman had no intention of stopping now.

"HAHAHAHA," she screeched as she snapped her fingers once more.

At once, spears of lightning sparkled and sped toward the frightened teenager, who laid face down. Tears poured from the man's eyes as the spears pierced into him straight through his heart.

With a loud scream, he convulsed uncontrollably on the ground like a lightning porcupine until an angel the size of a palm tapped Nemesis on the shoulder. She whispered something into her ear and handed the goddess an obsidian black envelope.

"Fine," Nemesis said with a sigh, waving her hand.

Immediately, the strikes of lightning stopped as she continued.

"Enough with the games."

In a voice dripping with condescension, she boomed, "Jason. Male. 18 years of age."

Pausing for a second, she opened the letter and released a murderous aura, her eyes flickering an obsidian black.

"Ahhh, so that's why you're here," she said, her voice turning cold. "Jason, you are the only person on Earth who dared to insult my disciple."

Buckets of sweat dropped from the black-haired teenager's face as his life's memories flashed before his eyes.

"Please! Spare me! I haven't insulted anyone in my life. Why should I be tortured like this?"

A sharp silence dispersed across the room as the goddess asked her next question.

"Have you ever heard of 'The Farmer that rules the world'?"

The color immediately drained from Jason's face, and a rush of memories flooded his mind. Jason remained silent as sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

"My disciple is rather furious at your lack of understanding for his masterpiece and has asked me for your death," the goddess continued. "However, as expected of the wondrous writer that I chose myself, he has come up with a second, more interesting option for you."

"You will be sent to the Isles of the Gods as you are now. There, you will be the weakest being, devoid of martial capability and magic potential, but that alone would be no fun, would it?"

"The author has proposed that you will be given 1 additional life for every sentence of hate that you wrote, so that not even the sweet embrace of death can save you."

Nemesis turned her back and walked toward her throne, a sly smile forming across her face.

"Oh, and I almost forgot," she added in a rush. "There are two curse conditions, but of course, I'm not going to tell you what."

Fantasies of Jason's suffering swirled in her mind, bringing a wide grin to the goddess's face. She knew that his suffering would lead many eventful and tragic ends and couldn't wait to enjoy the show. Nemesis drew her leg back and released a swift kick, sending Jason down a red kiddy slide to his new world.

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