I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

Through Jack's ghostly body, I saw more than ten guards standing like they finally found the man who gave all their wives aids.

Their numbers and builds were enough to cover the corridor and feature in digital playground movies, and behind me was just a wall and the only way to move was forward.

And now that I saw it, the cell I was in was the last cell of this level. Supreme Man sent me here at random? I am doubting that now. He should have at least chosen the closest cell to the exit of this tenth level.

But before that, I clenched my jaw.

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

Jack heard me and he slowly turned around like a ghost, his eyes squinted.

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

"You idiot. I wanted you to warn me that the guards are coming!"

"You told me to shut up too."

"... Are you taking revenge on me for telling you to shut up?"

"Maybe, maybe not. That's the mystery of the ghost life."

"Angh! You created more problems than PornHub pop-ups! Are you with the FBI?"

Jack sniffled. "C'mon, pal. That door made more noise than my aunt's bones after zumba. Of course they'd come. Even if I had told you, what would you have done? Hidden like a scared virgin? No. You're a sigma male. Embrace the grind set."

"Great. Now I am getting TED talked to by a ghost. The downfall is real."

"But I am not wrong. You have to agree with me!"

"I literally died just by unscrewing the screws. How the hell do you think I can make my way among these hideous guards?"

"You can use my dead body. It smells, right? Throw that at them. They will run away."

I still had the ankles of the dead body on my hold like it's Black Friday at the necromancer mall and Jack's idea wasn't that bad.

And he was kinda right too. The guards would have arrived anyway andI wasn't crawling back into that rat-hole of a cell. It was do and die now. Wait—die or die. Still wrong.

Screw it, I'm Batman.

I tightened my grip on Jack's corpse-legs and was ready to yeet—when—

"Wait a second, people." One guard spoke.

I stopped.

Jack came beside me and now finally, I saw the guards clearly.

All of them looked strong, they had armor on their body and mostly all of them had spears and shields as weapons. That's just lazy writing if you ask me. That's the basic description one could give to guards. Though, two guards surely have a metal rod… in their mouth.

The corridor where I stood was narrow and if I had to get out of here, I really had to face all these underpaid warriors. The ones who get casted as background soldiers for big budget action movies featuring wars.

Anyway, one guard asked us to wait a second. What does he want?

And wait… Can he see me? Shit. I forgot about that. I am the Hero king. They shouldn't recognize me. I want to be famous all my life but now I regret not specifying exactly what I wanted to be famous for. It'd be over if I get recognized. This prison is right under Malthus' house.

I gulped and asked:

"What is it, guard?"

"It's just… how the hell there is a dead body, an alive human, and a ghost together in one cell? And who the fuck are you?"

Thank god.

He didn't recognize me.

Must be the darkness helping me. But there was a fire torch burning just a few steps ahead of me and if I went near that, I would be recognized instantly since the light would fall on my face. That's why I never walked past to police stations, one look at the molester list and bam, I am recognised.

Anyway, right now should I just stay glued to this wall?

"Answer me! And how did you even open the lock?" The guard roared.

I looked at Jack.

'Use your skill on him. Read his mind. Do you hear me?'

"I will try, pal."

'Good. Do it. Till then I will indulge in talking with him.'

Jack nodded and stared at the guard standing in the front.

He stared well, he was serious, he was motivated, he would do i—

He blinked.

Five seconds in, and he already lost.

For him to read anyone's mind, he had to stare at someone for five minutes straight and I hoped Jack would be able to do it but I am already depressed.

"Don't worry, pal. I'll try again. You focus on yourself."

I sighed.

I had no choice but to believe in Jack as there were more than—I don't know how many—guards standing just a little far in front of me.

And the guard who had asked me stared at me intently. Like I was the man whom her wife compares to while he makes love with her. He must have figured out my position from my shouts at Jack and I am glad he couldn't see me because if he did, Malthus would have been already jizzing by now.

And I am sensing some cozy and chill vibe here. The guards aren't that eager to fight, they just want to know what's up.

Though, they are Malthus' soldiers and they don't like to look human to me. Some of them really had three eyes, no eyes, no face.

If there were any Humans I would have asked for help on humanitarian grounds. But fine.

Here goes nothing.

"How are you, guards? I hope you all are fine?"

"Cut the crap. We know you're escaping," the guard snapped.. "But we're more shocked at the combo here. A ghost, a corpse, and... are you even alive? Step into the light. If you're handsome, we're sending you to Johnson. He likes pretty boys."

I gulped. I knew this would happen. This is a prison after all.

"Is Johnson a prisoner?" I asked, my voice filled with dread.

"Oh. No. No. He is a guard."

My brows shot up.

This is just taking one step further. Even the guards?

But at least now I know whom to stay away from the most—Johnson. The guard.

"Thanks, man," I smiled nervously. "Appreciate the heads-up."

"Nah, don't mention it."

"No, really. You saved my cheeks. What's your name?"

The man grinned warmly.

"I'm Johnson."