Jack shouted at me—like a vegetarian who got onions in his chicken—while saying that I shouldn't be dragging his body.

He said that I first put it on fire, then I made it lose a leg, then I used it as a weapon, then I threw it a guard and now I was dragging it like it was a girl starring in the slave genre.

He said all that and I just sighed.

"Sorry, but I still don't understand why you are angry."

Jack's eyes widened.

"I just said that lengthy dialogue and you still don't understand why I am angry? Is your brian in your urinal gland?!"

Wow. That was one scientific insult.

[ Not scientific. Anatomical. If you want to do fuckery then at least do it right. ]

The system corrected my mistake for no reason like the first hooker when I had put it in the wrong hole but I only focused on Jack.

"Look man, just tell me the damn thing. What is your problem?"

Jack clenched his fist. "I am saying don't drag my body like that! My problem is that. Get it!?"

"Oh."

I say that as if I didn't know what Jack was talking about before. I knew he would raise his voice— like the salary of the most viewed pornstar—against this dragging of his body but I have ten levels to escape and if I drag his body like this, then it would make it easier for me to hurl the body at the enemies.

Also, I didn't have the strength to carry this body till the first level. Besides, it was on fire.

But I can't say all this to Jack as he would get angry—like a monkey, who, no matter how hard he tries, just can't taste ginger—and again threaten me to betray.

That's why…

"I am dragging this to help you." I said.

"How are you helping me like this?!" Jack didn't buy it. As expected.

"I am doing this to put out the fire that is on your body. If I drag it, the fire would die like people die after taking a drag of expired cocaine."

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"You fucker! The front side of my body is on fire and my back side is being dragged. How will that kill the fire!?"

Shit. He is smart when it comes to his body.

Fine.

"You didn't get it, Jack." I said, smiling like a detective who solved a case only because he was the killer himself.

"Then tell me!" Jack demanded.

"Sure." I took a deep breath and summoned the confidence of all the MLM employees before they find one more poor soul to join their scheme.

"Your front body is already on fire. So I am dragging your body from the back side to make sure that it doesn't catch fire. This way, only your front side can keep burning while the back side of your body stays safe. And all these talks doesn't matter because it is already a dead body for fucks sake!"

Shit. Calm down, Racis. Emotions got the best of me as I ended my speech.

And the real reason I was dragging Jack's dead body on his back side was because if I dragged it by the front side then the fire would die and I would lose my flaming weapon. I don't want to lose it. This fire was the thing that made me get away from Johnson. I would milk it like—girls milk their deep cleavage till they get a million followers—until I found a proper weapon.

Jack stared at me after hearing my lie and his eyes looked like he just saw a fat woman rejecting a man because he doesn't go to gym.

"Do you think I am an idiot?"

Yes.

"Of course not. Why do you ask?"

"Because you told me that shit of a plan and are expecting me to believe that!"

"That is not a shit plan. You want your dead body to catch fire from the back side too? The fire on your front side will reach your back side very soon. That's why I am dragging your body like this."

"You perverted moron!"

"Hey! Don't you dare call me…" I clenched my jaw. "A Moron."

[ ... He called you perverted too. You fine with that? ]

"Alright. I am sorry for calling you a moron, pal. I shouldn't have used such a disgraceful word for you."

[ And he apologized!? He called you perverted but moron is a bigger threat for both of you!? What kind of fcuked principles is this? What is wrong with both of you!? ]

Ignoring the system, I focused on the argument with Jack again who rebuked like a dog who found out his master copied his sex position without paying him.

"Forget about keeping my back side safe. Just drag my body by the front side to kill the fire. And if you can't drag then carry it. I don't care. I don't give a fuck. Just don't drag my body like this!"

"I won't carry it. My hands will burn. I want to squeeze things. I can't afford to lose my hands."

"Then drag my body by its front side facing the floor so that the fire goes out and then carry it. Why are you delaying this so much?! Are you a dotted condom? Or are you perhaps planning to use my body as a weapon in other levels too?"

"Of course not. That was just a one time thing! That was just a hook-up."

"Then do what I say. Drag it in such a way that kills the fire. Johnson is planning to follow you even while burning. I can hear his thoughts. He is enraged like a kid who saw his father fcking his mother. He won't let you leave! So just do something fast!"

Shit.

I looked behind Jack and indeed, Johnson was getting ready to stand up. He wasn't rolling on the floor anymore. His hairs and chest were still on fire but he gave up on extinguishing the fire. Guess, I made him overcome his fear of fire. That's not the type of motivational speaker I want to become for god's sake!

I looked at Jack again.

"You know what," I said. "Fuck everything. Don't betray me and I will make sure to make you and your body escape this prison one way or another. Just don't question my methods and don't stop me. Think of your body like a struggling porn star who is willing to go extremes to win. Believe in me and just dive in!"

My voice turned loud and loud as I reached the end of my decision and before Jack could ask something, I turned around, tightened the grip of my right hand on Jack's left leg and…

"Run!"

I dashed.

I dashed like a man who just heard a woman was going to become a statue for thirty minutes without clothes.

The dead body got dragged roughlier than before, Jack cried louder than before but I couldn't care. I ran like a ghost was behind me, which really was, but I was more afraid of the alive man behind the ghost.

I didn't look back as I ran in the empty dark corridor like a kid being followed by a clown and while running, something barged inside my eardrums.

TUNNN!!

TUNNN!!

TUNNN!!

Three gongs rang from somewhere and my heart threatened to quit its job.

I tried to calm it down and would have won too if not for what followed after the gong.

"ATTENTION! A PRISONER has escaped his CELL! He is reaching the NINTH level. Don't let him Move Higher!! CAPTURE HIM ALIVE! OR DEAD!"

Welp…

I gladly accept your resignation letter, heart.

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