Mama Lupe wasn’t looking so great today, like yesterday.
I talked excitedly as usual.
She must be tired. I mean, she had that job after all, so I did my best not to pry. I want to know, but I don’t ask. I only talk about fun stuff.
Her affection for me is exploding. I’m gonna wait for her until she says she wants to be my wife, you know.
“What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?”
When I patiently continued the conversation, a good question came up. I’m good at talking about the future. And I wanted to tell her about it.
“I want to punch God.”
I want to rebuild the world into a better place, and I have an effective plan to do so.
Frankly, I don’t think I’ll be able to punch out the demon lord even if I spend a few hundred more years trying. But I think I can sock it to that joke of a god—if I train more.
And I’ll change the world’s system. I’ll reevaluate how skills are allotted. And when I do that, I should take away the gap between the sexes. I need to lift up the bottom of humanity. If I do that, even the demon lord will start to feel the heat. And it’ll make Mama happy.
So I’ll make God get it all done. It’s his responsibility in the first place. I’ll pop him one to wake him up. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can do that.
Mama Lupe started to cry, she was so moved. Dang. If she takes me that seriously, I really have to do it. But I bet this was a critical hit. She must have fallen for me now.
Still, I think it’ll take some time. I get that I’m talking like a dreamer. And it’s not like I train so hard every day; I’m sure I’ll have some setbacks.
But if you’ll wait for me... If you’ll root for me...
“Are you really going to hit him?”
I took her little hands in mine.
Someday I’m going to save this other world (and you). Just watch me.