"Why would I spoil the fun?"

 

With a snap of her finger, a shimmering rift opened before Hamza, revealing an old-school retro-style game opening screen. It hung suspended in the void, its nostalgic design adorned with pixelated art. The background depicted a haunting image of his demise, sending a shiver down his spine. As a tingling sound reached his senses, his focus shifted toward the screen's vibrant start button, practically begging to be pressed.

 

[Start]

 

“Do you take me for a mere plaything?” Hamza's voice dripped with disbelief as he directed his incredulous gaze at the observer. Giggles escaped her lips, betraying her amusement.

The goddess stared at him. Her calm demeanor faded away as if it was the wind passing by. This made Hamza tense, and he shifted his focus to the screen, well aware of the unease brewing beneath his tough exterior.

 

"You're fucking with me, right?" It felt like the goddess is just being a bitch about it. Even now she was giggling for some reason as he asked the question.

 

The goddess responded with an amused laugh. "Oh no, this is completely serious."

 

"Of course. I'm serious about the issue at hand, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun teasing you along the way."

 

Her calm demeanor suddenly vanished, making Hamza tense. He shifted his focus to the screen, well aware of the unease brewing beneath his tough exterior.

 

The goddess stared at him. Her calm demeanor faded away as if it was the wind passing by. This made Hamza tense and shift his focus on the screen. No matter how tough he could act deep down he knew all too well.

 

 All it would take is a thought for me to be blinked out of existence by her. I just know that as a fact. I need to be cautious. It’s like I’m walking a paper bridge. The feeling of some animosity came from her. Yandere vibes. She's acting a little too clingy and I don't know for what purpose.

 

"What? You're making a big deal out of this." Observer tilted her head as if he had annoyed her. Hamza knew he needed to maintain his composure. In situations like this, it was better to play it off rather than apologize. He understood that this entity was keeping him around for entertainment value. 

 

"Just send me back, you goddess. Deal with your own problems. I'm not bored or foolish enough to embark on dangerous adventures like those brainless main characters. I have a life to live," Hamza stated, voicing his thoughts. 

 

"Oh, the lonely depressed life? With no girl?" the observer said holding her laughter.

 

"It's a cozy lifestyle. You won't get it. Also, I don't see anyone here so yeah who's calling who lonely?" Hamza said with a sly tone. Though he needed to be cautious. Something just made him want to do a back-and-forth.

 

Hamza was getting more and more frustrated with the whole situation. All he really wanted was to go back to his usual life. It's not like he didn't see the upside, but with the increasing danger, he wasn't so sure anymore. He had already put his violent past behind him, all he wanted now was a life of peace.

 

"Ahaha, cute. The deal is sealed, and I require your... ehm, assistance to combat the looming threat, after all."

 

The goddess's stumble in her words unveiled her genuine intentions. Hamza sensed her deliberate attempt to provoke him. Despite the blatant bait, he couldn't resist responding. The notion of being belittled irked him, especially by this entity.

 

I can’t put it in words but it feels nostalgic. I don’t know this feeling. This banter. It’s reminiscent of something yet I can’t put my mind to it

 

"You were about to say 'entertainment,' weren't you?" Hamza retorted.

 

By now, Hamza was resigning himself to their fate. The power to escape was beyond his reach. It felt as if he had descended into his own personal hell, his peace obliterated.

 

What kind of karma did I have to deserve this? 

 

 "Cheer up, my pet," Observer chimed touch a pat on Hamza's back.

 

"I'll be accompanying you, you know. No need to face this journey alone. It could turn out quite entertaining. Ahaha."

 

The laughter carried a sadistic undertone that sent shivers down Hamza's spine.

 

Fuck no. not with this thing

 

Without hesitation, he furiously mashed the button, desperate to proceed solo. Whispers intruded into his mind, distinctly different from his own thoughts.

 

I can read minds?

 

For some reason, he had read her thoughts and knew that she was planning to act annoyingly. She was clearly enjoying his suffering and teasing, making it all a game to her. Obviously, she would make his situation even more chaotic in his journey.

 

"No! Find another idiot to do your stupid task. Hell no. I can read your thoughts now." Hamza's voice tightened, a mix of frustration and determination coloring his words. He jabbed a finger toward the goddess, his eyes ablaze with defiance. "You'll purposely act like a pain in the ass. This is like a game to you. A freaking game. You just did this to spite me."

 

"Aww, don't be such a buzzkill. You've got a chance to live a life of adventure and experience amazing things. C'mon, you'll even have women accompanying you. A special lady, exclusively for you" Observer quipped, striking a seductive pose and attempting to entice him through her obvious physical contact.

 

The black, curvaceous figure lunged for another hug, but he promptly erected a force field to fend her off. Her behavior triggered a sense of déjà vu within him, reminiscent of a clingy ex-girlfriend he had struggled to distance himself from for years. 

 

Meanwhile, the game screen that appeared before Hamza caught his attention from the observer and started to shake, and various items began rolling across it like a gacha machine gone wild. It began to shake and distort, and all sorts of items started tumbling across it as if a gacha machine had gone completely haywire. A jumble of noises spilled out, resembling a malfunctioning robot desperately attempting to recite the alphabet. Hamza found himself unable to tear his eyes away from this bewildering display, his mouth hanging open in astonishment – well, if he had a mouth, that is. 

 

"Duoyepohihctibuoykcidamkcus." The system said.

 

Is this thing having a seizure, or is it just trying to speak in tongues?

 

"Bingo, motherfucker! You rolled some good shit," the screen displayed a single message.

 

The system screen continued to squirm and writhe as if possessed by some kind of demonic entity. Hamza wore a concerned expression, thinking that this system was going to be terrible. As it moved even more erratically, the screen presented a new window of abilities that caught Hamza's attention. While he examined it closely, Observer finally hugged him from behind and began to tease him. However, Hamza remained unresponsive, completely absorbed in the absurdity he was reading.

 

I'm royally screwed, aren't I?

 

 

After absorbing all this information, Hamza found himself utterly speechless. He stared at the screen, his expression a mix of being overwhelmed and utterly defeated.

 

"Can you just do me a solid and end me?" he muttered with a dry chuckle. The realization that he was being played with like a ragdoll was almost too much to bear. He had a sense of dignity that he'd meticulously built up during his time on Earth, and he took pride in rising above his orphan status to become the dependable man he was. And now, well, he was just a plaything. With a resigned sigh, he muttered,

"I really despise my current afterlife."

 

"Why? You are so gloomy? I think not. Anyone would die for a chance like this. But you, you are different Hamza. That's what I like about you.” The figure replied, her voice dripping with a little sarcasm but her words had somewhat made Hamza flinch. Whether she was acting or not was still up for debate.

 

Bullshit

 

"Your existence has been remade into something beyond. The concept of death doesn't even apply to you. So we are pretty much a couple now for all of eternity. You can’t even go back.”

 

“So I can't even die. You… are despicable." This was his reality now. Can’t even commit seppuku. Can’t even go back. Might as well make the most of it and annoy her. It’s not like I lose anything for doing that.

 

"You really fumble the bug with choosing Mcs huh" Hamza retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm. What’s there to loose.

 

"Just think of yourself as the most fortunate, idiot" the figure retorted, her voice laced with condescension.

 

"FUCK YOU," he said out loud. He was tired of it. At this point just start the damn journey already.

 

They both did not have faces but Hamza could clearly imagine the PETTY smirk on the observer somehow.

 

"You want to?" Observer purred with a sultry grin, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Though we can't indulge here. Such a shame. But fear not, darling. The other verses offer ample opportunities, where we'll have flesh and bone to play with." She arched her back and thrust her hips forward, adopting a mockingly seductive pose that oozed confidence.

 

Hamza's discomfort was palpable as he blurted out, "Why are you so damn horny? And what in the world do you see in me? Why pick me?"

There was no immediate answer, just a heavy silence hanging between them. Her eyes, like sockets, stared at him, unwavering. He couldn't shake off the eerie feeling she evoked. What was wrong with her, he wondered, this mixture of perversion and unsettling presence? All he yearned for was his own world, a return to the peace and quiet he had always known. Instead, he found himself trapped in this twisted nightmare, haunted by her unsettling desires.

  

 

The system screen abruptly transformed, revealing a button with a blunt message:

 

[Bitch, can we move on? You're wasting my time. Quit bitching for fuck's sake]

 

An awkward pause hung in the air, as if the system was struggling to suppress its own emotions. Hamza thought to himself that even the damn system had a surly attitude.

 

"Even the fucking system has its screws loose," Hamza muttered in frustration, feeling exasperated beyond belief.

 

Driven by a fit of irritation, Hamza attempted to punch the screen in a momentary lapse of reason. To his chagrin, his hand passed right through the display, as if it were a mere illusion. Defeated, he lowered his head, his shoulders drooping under the weight of his despair and embarrassment.

 

Acting on impulse, he reached out and pressed the button, his movements sluggish and thoroughly demotivated.

 

Beside him, the goddess had her hand over her mouth, shoulders quivering with suppressed laughter.

 

"Pff," she let out, a mix of amusement and sheer enjoyment at Hamza's predicament. It was unmistakably clear that she derived pleasure from manipulating him, reveling in his discomfort. As Hamza sighed in defeat.Observer muffled her laughter, but she could not contain it, as she watched Hamza's futile attempts to punch the screen.

 

"You just tried to punch the system because you were mad, or maybe it hurt your sensitive feelings. AHAHAHA," she said, sneering at him.

 

".........." Hamza was silent with annoyance boiling

 

"You’re sometimes stupid but cute" Observer taunted him.

 

I won’t let you have the last laugh. If my life is going to shit, I'm not letting you have the fun. Obsessive goddess.

 

"HEEYY!! What's wrong with showing affection to my little pet? My name is Observer. Also, are you curious? Want me to spoil the surprise? The ending to our journey before it even began? Keep in mind, the journey will become completely random and the events will become 100 times more dangerous." Observer said, approaching Hamza.

 

"Not interested. I'll manage somehow. I don't want to complicate things more than they already are," Hamza replied, pointing at Observer. "What's with 'pet'? Seriously, I'm not a pet, and stop reading my mind," he added, annoyed.

 

Observer pointed at Hamza's chest with her black fingers and said,

 

"It's not so funny when your mind is being read.”

 

"I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. It just happened. I can't control it. I know you said I am a god but it’s hard to control myself." Hamza said.

 

"Your existence is now something beyond comprehension. You're not human anymore. So don’t think like one. You can pretty much do anything right now at least in our own domain. This is the origin void. A place where nothing can exist. It’s beyond concepts, imagination. Where incomprehensibility resides. We are that kind of entity”

 

“You could read my mind because you wanted to. And that’s why. There are pretty much no limits because the concept of limits doesn’t exist here. No time no space. Just the white void. “Observer said.

 

"But I guess I can't leave," he added, resigned.

 

"Jeez, you’re such a party pooper. Just enjoy the ride"

 

"So you don't like women?" she said to tease him

 

"It's not that. You look like a discount mannequin at Walmart" Hamza responded. For some reason Hamza felt that he had died right now yet he was still here.

 

What was that?

 

Hamza just stares blankly thinking what he felt right now. Staring into the void as observer got annoyed by his remarks

 

Of all things, I could have gotten. I got a Yandere god that is a sadist to boot. Ugh

 

Hamza's face palmed at the absurdity of his circumstances. It’s just as hard to swallow this reality pill. This thing should not be happening. Especially when he comes from a world where he had read novel series with similar themes. It was like the matrix version of choosing the pill but this thing gave me a blue pill to choke on it.

 

"You say as if it's a bad thing," Observer said. She was still reading his mind as it was amusing to listen to his banter.

 

With a slap on his back, the goddess chuckled.

 

"Just enjoy it.” She said with a joyful tone.  “We won't be staying in this form when we travel to the other verses. That would literally destroy that verse from existence. It would be a pain to reset it back in the Omni-nexus for me," she said, her tone laced with annoyance.

 

 

"Loading the stats. Integration started" the text read. Hamza was now interested as to how they would proceed.

 

"5:00 Minutes BABY. Just let me cook." the timer ticked down on the hologram screen in front of him.

 

Hamza watched the timer, his mind racing with questions.

  

"Now it responds? This system is so slow." Hamza grumbled, clearly frustrated with the slow progress. Most of his frustration was with observer just clowning and bothering him. he just wanted to end the banter and be done with it.

 

The observer chimed in on the conversation.

 

"That is not the case, actually. There is no time or space in this place. This is just for you to integrate with your system. It would be instant but hey you have some time to think.” 

 

Just how powerful is she?

 

At this point, Hamza had grown numb to the absurdity of the situation. He just accepted the explanation and moved on.

  

The game screen changed, and the text reading:

 

"Loading the game mechanics. Will take some time."

 

"Do something interesting, your questions are stupid. You're a god now. I can't believe an idiot got such power. You only have 5 minutes. You can do anything. I would have had so many wom-" the system displayed another message.

 

Before the screen could display anything more, a hand reached out and grabbed it, as if it were just a piece of paper.

 

"Awooo," the system growled

 

"You were saying something?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

 

The system quivered in fear, its words coming out in a panicked rush. "I'm sorry! Ahh! Please stop it, Madam Overlord Observer. I made a mistake. ahhh!."

 

The observer slowly started tearing the sentient game screen apart, a cruel smile on her face. "Don't give my pet any funny ideas," she warned it with her icy cold voice.

 

"Sigh," Hamza exhaled, feeling like this was just the beginning of a long and torturous journey.

 

He was being forced to play along with the whims of a clingy goddess who seemed to be obsessed with him and constantly belittled by a hateful system.

 

"Jeez, I'm still hoping this is just a dream,"

 

he muttered to himself, trying to hold onto the hope that he would eventually wake up and escape this nightmare.

 

But deep down, he knew that this was his new reality, and he would have to find ways to survive and thrive in this with all the dangers this journey will present.

 

Well at least it won't be boring