Reborn In A Perverse Monster World! My System Adapts To Everything! Chapter 1: Prologue

Jason was a wannabe codian but of course, as you probably guessed it, he was anything but funny.

However, he had a strong support system right from his upbringing with a lovely family, his parents were supportive and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say they were the ones who made him feel like he could do anything he set his mind to.

Jason often watched Matt Rife and Kevin Hart, he laughed at their jokes and oftentis, attempted to rewrite and tweak it to fit his situations.

He had no trauma to draw from and his sheltered life ant he couldn’t relate to that world.

"Yo Jason, there is a show in the bar downtown, I think you should give it a try," A big breasted woman urged him.

This was Anna, Jason’s girlfriend for over three years, he was a bad codian, not a bad-looking man.

Jason’s eyes lit up but at 27, this was becoming more of a dream than an actual career path and Anna knew it.

But she supported him either way because he promised her this would be the last year and she had no reason not to believe him.

"Thank you Anna! You are the fucking best!" Jason kissed her before checking the location.

The show was for tonight and it was because the act they had set up wasn’t available so they needed a codian to fill in at the last minute.

He was ready to fulfill that role and quickly used X to contact them. He had a small following but it was decent, a little over 2,000 which was better than other small acts.

But he had his younger sister to thank for that, she promoted him but most of his followers were simply n who wanted to use this act to start a conversation with her.

A few interact with his posts but it was once in a blue moon and rarely related to his cody.

Jason knew he had to hop on and he got a response within minutes, he had to get his material ready.

Anna wished him luck and Jason was on his way, he arrived there in little over an hour with about an hour left until the show started.

The mont he stepped foot in the bar, it barely had anyone in it but Jason assud it was because it was still early.

"Jason?" A woman asked with a clipboard.

Jason nodded with a smile and the woman led him to a room to interview him.

He was nervous but looking at this woman, she had clear skin but her body was sothing else, she was hot.

"What is such a woman doing here?" Jason asked himself but once again, he was a good-looking man.

The woman was confused why a man like him was here but gave him the gig based entirely on his looks because this was a beatdown gig.

She told him to see her after it was done for his paynt, sothing Jason had no problems with.

-

He stepped out on stage and the crowd didn’t increase all that much but even all top codians had humble beginnings.

Jason stepped on stage and picked up the mic, the jokes playing in his head and the reaction it would instill.

"Do you know what pisses off about bars? I cannot lift them," Jason said while flexing his biceps.

The crowd looked at each other before returning their eyes on him.

"Don’t make angrier than I already am, punk," A man in the crowd blurted out. Jason couldn’t make him out due to the corner he was seated in.

"Crowd work?" Jason thought to himself, this was an opportunity for him to try sothing different.

"Angrier? Soone call the Avengers because we have a hulk here," Jason said, expecting at least a chuckle but all he heard was silence.

It was like soone put silence on the speaker and blasted it on full volu.

"Tough cro-!" Jason couldn’t complete his sentence before a flying glass cup ca crashing in his direction.

This was followed by hurried footsteps in his direction, where he saw a man standing at 6 ’6, a disgusting mass of muscles with a shaved head.

"Damn! You really were the hulk," Jason muttered to himself before he was knocked unconscious with a single blow.

-

Jason woke up in the backroom where he did his interview, he expected to wake up in a hospital at least, he slowly ca to it and looked above his head.

He saw the woman seated right across him, her mini skirt showing her voluptuous thighs in all its glory.

Jason didn’t think too much about this, he got up from the chair but his head rang with pain.

"Well, that was a bust," Jason muttered under his breath but this was a constant, the crowd never laughed. It was beginning to feel like he was the opposite of a codian.

"I hope the other acts had better luck," Jason muttered under his breath but the lady didn’t say a word.

Jason noticed she had undone a few buttons from her top, revealing the top of her breasts.

He looked at her and noticed she was focused on him.

Once again, Jason was not a bad-looking man, quite the opposite as a matter of fact.

"Is there sothing on my face?" Jason asked but the woman only smiled before getting up from her feet and strandling him all in one fluid motion.

"Um..." Jason muttered awkwardly because he knew what was about to follow.

You see, life had a way of ssing with Jason. A codian who isn’t funny and a handso man with a very small... Well, you guessed it.

She began to move her hips in a circular motion and noticed there was sothing small poking her, she stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

"Hey, you started that little fire, not ," Jason said before slowly pushing her off.

The lady sighed in disappointnt but Jason noticed there was no money in sight.

"Hey, where is my money?" Jason questioned.

"Money? You owe us for breaking the mic and the stand," she responded.

Jason sighed before looking at his shirt, he began to push his shirt to the side to reveal the collarbone.

"Is there any way I can pay?" Jason questioned, like he was in a porn scene where so hopeless girl was asking if she could pay with her body.

The lady didn’t say a word and simply equipped a tal bat and Jason didn’t need to be told she didn’t find this funny.

He went for a gig and left with a black eye, that was funny.

She used the money she was supposed to pay him to repair what he had broken.

"Fucking hell, what a day," Jason muttered under his breath but his phone’s notification soon sounded, not once, not twice but in quick successions like a gatling gun.

"Um..." Jason wondered what this could be only to see so brat with over 200,000 followers had tagged him, it showed him making that very bad joke before being knocked out.

[[Deron345: What a fucking loser!]

[[Pu88y_Squirter: Hahaha!]]

[[RussianBear: I hope his fist is okay]]

[[User_Na_Triple: Hey, this looks like a scene from my book...]]

Jason couldn’t believe his luck but he noticed sothing, his following was increasing gradually.

"I guess there is no such thing as bad publicity?" Jason thought to himself.

But he soon received a strange link in his DMs, he expected it to be spam or soone making fun of him but it was a link.

"Malware? Like I’m stupid enough to fall for that," Jason said but he accidentally clicked the link when trying to leave the page.

"Fuck!" Jason muttered but before he could rectify his mistake, he was directed to a closed Reddit thread, it was private with only him as the viewer.

Jason let curiosity get the better of him and he viewed it, to his utmost surprise.

It was a thread of perfectly coordinated jokes, these jokes included pauses and how to deliver it.

Jason chuckled when he read the first and chuckled louder at the second.

He quickly returned to his socials and noticed the account had disappeared.

Jason didn’t pay enough attention to it so he had no idea what the na was.

He quickly returned to the thread and saw it was still available, he quickly saved all the jokes in them before it disappeared as well.

He was desperate at this point, this was his final year to make a breakthrough and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.