The Ultimate Mouthpiece: I Make Billionaires Cry from the Start

A pure comedy novel

Packed with laughs and nonstop fun.

[After I died, the King of Hell complained: “That mouth of yours was a menace when you were alive, and you're still a nuisance when you're dead!”]

I got angry and signed a contract with the Divine Insulting Bureau. Mission: verbally slap sense into the world's show-offs.

Reward: resurrection and ten divine titles.

Penalty: soul obliteration, then reincarnation as a pig.

So I returned to the mortal world and began my career as everyone's mouthpiece:

I sneered at a billionaire: “Your son is using your urn to save money.”

I scoffed at a fake filial son: “You spent your dad's life-saving money on a pair of AJ sneakers?”

When the truth is spoken, karma takes care of the rest.

Showing off feels great for a moment, but then comes the face-slapping and the funeral pyre!

Only, no one told me: why is the same wisp of black energy wrapped around everyone I've talked sense into?