I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

A ghost, a dead body and a deranged—former overpowered—now overworked, were ready to escape the prison.

I know. This setting sounds like it's straight out of a webnovel that has over a hundred thousand views but the only comments it gets are the thirst trap scammers seducing the author to promote their novel with their help.

Anyway, the ghost was Jack Mihoff.

The dead body also belonged to him.

And the overworked man was me.

I had removed the four screws that had been inside the metal board since even before the birth of Christ's family's pet, and then I found out that there was no need to do all this as the big lock on the cell's door opened just by one pull of my hand!

I wasted five hours in that shit only to see that the lock was rusted and was only hanging on the door out of obligation, just like people do jobs but won't bat an eye if someone stabbed their Boss. The lock was just like that.

Nevertheless, I am not someone to cry over spilled milk. In fact, the type of family I have, I love when the milk spills over. Especially my dad's.

That's why, even after being furious at the lock, I didn't let it linger on my mind like the girl who spat on me because she said I looked like a d!ck.

Anyhow, I got ready to move towards the next steps.

Jack and I sat side by side, like two best friends in the same bathroom stall and the dead body laid in front of us with its feet facing our faces.

"What now, pal?" Jack asked.

I looked at the gate of the cell. "The door is open. We can leave this cell now. But I need to know the structure after that. Where do the guards stand? Where is the entrance for the above level? Are there any female prisoners wanting to be rescued? Where is Erect and Sexis? Where is the main exit or any exit of this prison? And most of all…"

I rested my elbows on my knees.

"Where is the Jailer?"

Jack frowned and then his eyes widened.

"Yes! Damn, I forgot about that. This prison has a jailor. He lives on the first level. I heard about him seventy years ago from a guard who was telling his wife about him when I was peeking my head through their bedroom, but I think that jailor must be retired now."

"If he's retired then it's a bigger problem."

"How?"

"Malthus won't allow this prison to run without a jailor and for that, he must have chosen a jailor from his soldiers. And I am sure as hell that he must have chosen someone who could kill all the prisoners alone with one hand behind his back and the other hand pleasuring Malthus."

Jack gulped.

"Then he will be your biggest challenge."

"Your, huh. Not our, this time. But yeah, you are right. Everything would pass through you so you don't have anything to worry about."

"You are wrong, pal. Even if I cross the exit of this prison but you get left behind, then I won't be able to move further as well. Since, my dead body would be with you. If I have to leave, you have to leave too. So I am worried as well."

"That's good to know. Alright," I slapped my knees like a husband venting his anger on his wife. "Let's get going."

I stood up and Jack did the same.

"Did you make a plan?" He asked.

I nodded. "You will stay in the front and I will be at the back, dragging your body. You will tell me the situation and then I will think of something along the way to find the exit of this shit hole. Got it?"

"Alright. But what would I do if the guards asked me what I was doing? Heck, what if we met the jailor just after taking one step? I am terrible at lying, I must tell you. I wasn't able to convince kids as well because of this bad habit of mine."

"... So that's a bad habit for you. Anyway, if a guard asks anything just say you are roaming around for fresh air. You are a ghost so I doubt that guards won't pay that much attention to you since they know you can't do anything. And if by any chance we get into a fight with a guard, you have to use your mind reading skill on him to help me out. I don't care how you will manage, you just have to do it."

"What about the Jailor? What if we meet him? What if he dropped his pants before I could? Why didn't you say anything about that?"

"Because I have no answer for that. If we meet him, then he will be the doer. So just hope that we don't meet him."

"So we relying on hopes now?"

"We always were."

"Fine. Let's do it. Whatever happens, happens. If you die, then I will also try to find a way to meet you in hell because we both lost the right for heaven as soon as we gave in to our lust."

"Or," Jack added. "You could do the ritual too and we can both live as ghosts now."

"That sounds more like a MLM scheme than a ritual. And no, I don't want to become a sexually frustrated ghost who drools over any hole regardless of its gender and physical state. Heck, If you were on earth, I am sure your cause of death would be electricity because you would have inserted it inside a socket."

"... I don't know what all that means so I would take it as praise." Jack smiled and I ignored him.

I held the ankles of the dead body and lifted them like the cart handles I once lifted that carried a dead body of a woman who suicided and now would finally prove that she could be useful even after death. Then I circled around, my back now faced the door of the cell.

Jack had already passed through the cell and was waiting outside like an angry husband.

I back stepped towards the gate of the cell and letting go of one leg of the dead body, I slowly opened the door, making sure no noise rings in the prison. No noise at al—

KREECHH!!

Da fuck?

The metal door cried like me when I suffered a pepper spray for the first time and Jack instantly began looking left and right.

"What are you doing, pal? Don't make such noises!"

"I am not making them. It's the door."

"Then stop touching the door!"

"Then how the fuck would I get out of here?"

"Do the ritual, die, become a ghost, then pass through this."

"Stop selling me that crap! Look out for the guards. I am going to open the gate in one swing."

"Shit. That's so risky, pal. I won't be able to hold back the guards if they come."

"Just keep an eye and shut up!"

"If you say so."

Jack went silent and with a deep breath and courage, I decided to give a final push to the gate like a pregnant woman in a hospital bed.

I placed my hand on the gate and… pushed it.

SCREECHHH!!

TUNN!

Bloody hell!

The door made all kinds of sounds, the sound that could even fail the morning bark of the hen's husband.

But the door was finally open and I wasted no time to come out of it along with the dead body of Jack.

I was finally outside the cell and Jack's back was in front of me but as I stared at his holographic transparent self…

I saw the scene on the other side.

And on the other side, for the first time, the grass didn't appear greener to me.

I clenched my jaw.

"You nanny fucker, why didn't you tell me the guards had arrived!?"

I yelled at the ghost and after a second, the ghost slowly turned around, his eyes squinted.

"You just told me to keep an eye on them and I did just that."

…

I hate myself.