NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29: Comedy show (29)
Aaron laid there on the sofa of the dgp with a conflicted look on his face.
He had long since forgotten the food that he had lost and his body seem to be slightly in pain.
It seemed like he hadn't fully recovered from whatever beating that he had received.
"The jdp has started hasn't it," Ace said with his hands crossed around his chest.
Aaron in the hand look a bit annoyed.
"We have to help"Neon said suddenly getting up to which Aaron eyes just looked at her for a brief moment before he look away.
"This isn't the Djp, you ain't getting a crown just because you ar."Chirami tries to say to which Aaron opens his mouth saying"Shut your trap..you incompetent ass doesn't deserve to speak"
"How dare..."Chirami tried to say before he saw the eyes that Aaron was looking at him with and his body just started trembling all of a sudden.
"I dare you to say that...what are you about to call me useless coming from the dude that lost the game master vision driver that rich...I truly wonder how someone like you still has their job...the future sure seems like a pile of garbage if people like you still manage to thrive"Aaron said his voice dripping with an immense amount of venom.
"On a good note, they probably going to attack some sort of tradition that happen everywhere like the witch event going on down the street...so hey do with that what you want" Aaron said turning around on the sofa.
"Aren't you going to help?" Keiwa asked.
Aaron raised an eyebrow at Keiwa's request for help and replied with a playful grin, "Oh sure, let me just pull out my magical 'get out of trouble wand and fix everything. Oh wait, I left it right next to my infinite chocolate supply and my pet unicorn."
"This is not the time for jokes, people will die if we don't help" Keiwa added
"Fine" Aaron grunted as he got off the couch.
He then left the building before going to where he sensed the highest amount of stress level.
Not really him sensing it but his watch telling him where to go, this little gadget was very useful for him.
He walked somewhere until he arrive a place that was filled to the brink with Jamatoes....
Sheesh..they didn't even waste a second, as soon as Aaron appeared all the Jamato attention immediately fell on him
Aaron's eyes widened as he stepped out and found himself suddenly under the intense scrutiny of the Jamato. He felt like a spotlight had been cast on him, and it made him slightly uncomfortable, even though he was no stranger to attention. With a wry grin, he raised an eyebrow and mockingly struck a pose, spreading his arms wide as if welcoming their gazes.
"Well, well, well, ladies and gentlemen of the Jamato fan club," he quipped, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I hope you all brought your autograph books. But sorry to disappoint, my signature's not free, you know." He flashed them a cheeky grin before continuing, "And just a heads-up, staring contests are my specialty, so I hope you've all been practicing."
After those words left his mouth they all rushed toward him aiming to knock him out of kill him Aaron could see it they all wanted a piece of him.
He knew exactly who he pissed off for that to happen, he remember that crazy lady that he had pissed off a few days ago and that made him sweat a bit.
Who would of though that she would do this, she seem like a Tsundere.
Aaron's mind quickly connected the dots, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret with the universe.
"You know, I've always admired people with dedication," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But I never expected to have my own personal fan club. I guess I should be flattered, huh?"
He paused, as if considering something, before continuing with a sly glint in his eyes. "You know, dedication is one thing, but obsession? That's a whole different level. I mean, stalking is a pretty strong word, but if the shoe fits..."
He let his words hang in the air, a playful challenge to the mysterious woman who seemed to have taken an interest in him not really interested more like wanting to kill him but does this detail matter? Aaron was fully aware that he was throwing fuel on the fire, but it was all part of his game – a game of wits and words that he played with a twinkle in his eye.
He suddenly heard the sound of a Jamato gaining point and he saw a what the Jamato was doing before gaining the points.
Aaron's eyes narrowed as he processed the information about how the Jamato gained points. A hint of frustration flickered across his face, but then a mischievous smile slowly spread, lighting up his expression.
"Oh, so it's a point system, huh?" he mused, his voice dripping with casual nonchalance. "Bringing despair for points, sounds like a game show gone horribly wrong. But you know what they say, life's too short to be all gloomy and despairing. Let's add some variety to the mix, shall we?"
He glanced around, as if sizing up the situation, then looked directly at a group of Jamatoes who seemed to be reveling in causing distress. With a theatrical flourish, he began to spin a narrative that was both hilarious and absurd, turning the situation into a ludicrous scenario.
"Attention, everyone!" he called out, his voice projecting easily. "We've got a live comedy show just for you! Step right up and witness the incredible transformation of despair into uncontrollable laughter! Guaranteed to blow your mind, or at least tickle your tentacles!"
As he unleashed a flurry of jokes and witty remarks, the atmosphere around him seemed to shift. Some of the onlookers couldn't help but chuckle, and a few even broke into full-blown laughter. Aaron was intentionally challenging the Jamato's points system by turning the very source of their power – despair – into something entirely different: joy.
He was determined to piss off Beroba somewhat or another and this seem like the perfect idea for him.
What could she possibly do to stop him.