Before I died, I had four simple wishes:
To count so much money my hands would shake, to own more houses than I could live in,
To switch between a Mercedes and a BMW every day, and have handsome men orbiting me.
But I died before any of them came true...
Well, dead is dead. I accept it. If I can't have it in this life, there's always the next...
Sure, I'm a bit greedy for money, enjoy looking at handsome men, and like daydreaming about men together, but I don't think I've ever done anything truly awful...
So why did the King of Hell, that little brat, beat the daylights out of me for no reason after I got to the Underworld?
Damn it! I admit your technology in the Underworld is more advanced than the human world's! But why invent some lousy time machine and use me as a test subject?
The future? Fine! You shoved me into this whether I liked it or not. I can't afford to mess with you right now, so I'm going!
But fortunes change. Today it's your turn, tomorrow it's mine! You'd better pray you never fall into my hands, brat...
...What the hell is this place? The future? You think I'm an idiot?
No food! No water! I finally dug up a golden pill, and didn't even get to taste it...
What did you say?... Me? The King of Hell? And only an acting one?
It turns out that this is the legendary sofa~~ (touching chin) Very good, keep writing! I'm optimistic about you~~