Running as fast I possibly can while not murdering all those around me, I make it to my first class, Race Biology, in record time.
This class is my all time favorite because it shows all the different races that have spawned 580 thousand years ago on some backward dirtball of a planet. I think they called it earth or something like that. Can’t remember.
All I know is that there are 14 different types of Avian creatures, seven types of Elven variants, 22 different Lycanthropes, humans, 8 Aquarian types, 60 different elemental types, and then there is those like myself: unknown types.
Not to mention that there are several different courses here on Chaos Prime that I so desperately want to g. But unfortunately, with the death of my parents, I am no longer eligible to go unless I get married to someone like the twin terrors I just ran from.
Shivers in fright.
I blame my Mother for my phobia of the fairer gender.
Heading into the classroom, the teacher looks up and me and frowns.
“I thought you all would take all day to see what your special abilities are” he asks in confusion.
That caused me to stop in my tracks, do an about face, and get to the auditorium as fast as I can.
Once I got there, I realized that I missed the talks that would normally be held as my name was called. After saying that I was present, I went to the nearest teacher and asked her what was all said before I got here.
“It all boils down to everything that is found out concerning what species you are and what abilities you have will be marked down for the police, military, and any other agency that will need to know about you to take you down if there is a need to.
“There will be a one on one with scientists to give you the most privacy afforded. But didn’t your parents die in a nuclear explosion in space? I think you were about three right?”
I just nodded and left to get in line where they called me to. I hated answering about then. All I know is that something was shot at their space station that they were staying on. And then I fell into a coma while my body changed into what it is now.
Now that I am in line, I start to get antsy. I know a rough general idea what I can do like enhanced strength and speed. But then again, they have a system that they use to tell the more approximate area of how much the individual has.
Normal – 1-5 Regular humans that go all the way up to the most athletic human.
Exceptional – 1-5 Different racial creatures that have better senses and reflexes than normal individuals.
Super – 1-5 Individuals who can do something close to what is called “magic” or something similar like being a psion (something I am oh so glad I am not).
Demi – 1-5 Individuals who have the abilities to surpass normal longevity (200-350 years of age these days), as well as almost unlimited power.
God – 1-5 unlimited power, abilities, immortal (for lack of a better term), can live anywhere (including black holes).
As far as I can tell right now, I am on the average of Super-2. Unless there is something else that will go wrong which might be the case since it looks like I am about to get a female doctor.
I can already see myself passing out. How pathetic is that?
But if I want to get my galactic massage license, I need to get over that idea. And what better place is there to do such an epic heroic adventure than college!?
I plan to get laid as often as I can get while I am there.
Oh crap! It looks like I daydreamed too much. Looks like it is my turn. Has it already been 40 minutes?
Walking into the room that is being dedicated to me, I see not just the female nurse, but four other female doctors.
My smooth gate (robot walk) turns into a wooden gate (I swear I had bones before coming in here).
They all turn to see me and begin to giggle setting off my danger meter further into the red if that is even possible.
Being told to sit in a chair that looked like a metal torture item from a million years ago, the strap me in as if I was going to run for my life.
Which I was going to do given a chance.
Then they attached probes to my head, chest (after cutting my shirt off. By the way. Why are the gasping and drooling?), arms, and fingers. I feel something pull from me, while at the same time sending something into me.
“Don’t worry Mr. Ryu. We are just sending an awakening liquid into your blood to awaken your bloodline fully. Try and relax okay sweetie?”
Trying to watch my favorite anime series in my mind, I began to calm down a little.
Next thing that happened, I felt an explosion of some kind happen in both my chest and mind.
System Activating
Huh?
Activation Complete
Neurological Analysis Complete
Blood Archived
Name
Rick Ryu
Age
17
DOB
12/12/582046
Bloodline
Dragon (Valkyrie/Kitsune)
Gender
Male
Married
No
Attributes
HP
19000/19000
Mana
7800/7800
STR
44
DEF
27
SPD
71
STA
89
INT
56
WIS
62
DEX
59
LUC
23
Elements
Dark
100%
Light
100%
Rebirth
100%
Fire
100%
Water
56%
Lightning
58%
Blinking at what I am reading, I can only assume that means that I am about the same as I thought I would be.
At least I see the screen thingy start to buzz out and a new text was added to the list.
Name
Rick Ryu
Age
17
DOB
12/12/582046
Bloodline
Dragon (Valkyrie/Kitsune)
Gender
Male
Married
No
Lvl
7
Class
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Mystic Swordsmith/Swordsman
Attributes
HP
19000/19000
Mana
7800/7800
STR
44
DEF
27
SPD
71
STA
89
INT
56
WIS
62
DEX
59
LUC
23
Elements
Dark
100%
Light
100%
Rebirth
100%
Fire
100%
Water
56%
Lightning
58%
Now I am getting even more confused. What the hell is all of this?
Looking around, I can see the females standing near me all but drooling on me. I tried and failed to get away from them, only to be reminded that I am still currently tied to their doom chair.
From the looks in their eyes, I feel like a perfectly cooked ¼ pound steak that is being dangled in front of hunger she-wolves.
Just as I thought it could not get any worse, one of them literally rips my jeans off (I really like those jeans) showing off my boxers that have foxes running all over them (what!? I love anything that is cute and fluffy!)
And that is when I hear something that sounded like the trumpets of heaven blaring outside the room that I am in. An explosion. That explosion caused the restraints on me to undo allowing me to escape.
Unfortunately, I forgot that they fully awakened whatever it is that is in my blood. So when I jetted off at what I thought was full speed, less than a second later, I made a perfect imprint of my body. And for some odd reason, my hands were up giving devil horns as I hit.
When I able to get myself out of the crater I made, I saw something metal-like being thrown around my neck. From there, I reacted violently. Not only did I thrust my head backward, but I also made sure to aim towards where I thought the head of the doc or nurse is located.
Thank god for hard heads.
When my head connects with the head behind me, I heard a yipe like that of a dog followed by a thud on the ground. From there, I left the room and see half the auditorium and most of the school gone.
I then see the twin terrors that constantly make me turn tail and tail and run.
As a matter of fact, I think almost all of the fights that I have been fought over like a piece of meat, they were there.
Now I am really scared and for some odd reason, my legs refuse to move as they look at me from a distance. But why is their face so damn red?
Millions of scenarios go through my mind that helps me escape them, but that can’t happen for as long as I am rooted in place.
I am brought out of my panicked state when a bullet past by my head making me not only duck in response but also to turn and run for my life.
Younger Terrors POV
Wow, that boy is hung like a fucking horse! I wonder if that is real or not. Meh. Whatever.
I just have to pop out a few and mom will be happy. Wonder how something that big will feel.
Looking at mom in the morning after her nightly fun with her harem of men makes me think it is well worth dirtying myself. Wonder if it tastes good.
Turning, I look at my sister who is so red right now, I stifle a giggle at how cute she can be at times. Guess I am going to have to blackmail her about the types of porn she watches. Who would have guessed that the best assassin in our family is into some really kinky shit? I mean, male Lycanthropes in their beast forms going at it?
I wonder if her bribe to the directorates will be good on getting us his information.
A shot from what sounded like a carbine of some kind sounded off and I see a piece of my hair flying off.
Ok. Not I am mad. It took me 45 minutes to brush out how I like it. And this piece of shit just shot it!
Looking around behind me, I find the soon-to-be-dead culprit in a few seconds. Marching my way towards the bitch, I can hear my sister say something about how the culprit wasted so much time this morning.
Getting closer, I can see that the creature is a male. For some reason, that makes me even madder.
I can see that he has a happy expression in his eyes as he is firing away, but soon turns to fear as he sees me approaching. Good!
Turning his rifle towards me, he pulls the trigger. But it only clicks since the weapon is empty.
Grabbing him by the throat, I practically shout “do you know how long it takes to get my hair straight and silky in the morning!? 50 minutes worth of a shower, then another 30 minutes to dry, after that I have to spend anywhere from 45 minutes TO A FUCKING HOUR! AND YOU JUST SHOUT MY FUCKING HAIR YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”
The Kitsune’s POV
I hate this retrieval business.
There is a rumor going around that a boy not in any of the clans is running around and living by himself. And I, who hates all things with a fucking dick, has to go and get him. Not to mention my bitch of a mother wants me to breed with this lowlife.
What did I do to become nothing more than a lowly breeder for my clan?
Sighing, I head towards to place of his last known position according to what the local police told me.
Walking into the school, I head towards where lots of kids are standing and sitting around to ask a few questions. Only to hear something explode and a door hit my face and body.
The Goddess my really hate me.
Ryan’s POV
Since the school is under attack, I thought I would run all the way to my house and shut and lock the door.
Along the way, I hear screams from the women around me (but for some reason, the sound more like whistling) with the men yelling out things like “I am going to fucking kill you, you bastard!” and other things along those lines.
Taking a few minutes to calm myself, I try to bring up my status page?
I used every thought imaginable to try and open it. If anyone walked in and saw me, I would most likely die from embarrassment from the poses I am making.
So, anyone can see why I became so pissed when I just thought about it and it popped up again. But this time more different.
Name (this is what you are called)
Rick Ryu
Age (how many years of stupidity you have acquired)
17
DOB (you’re a boy, who cares)
12/12/582046
Bloodline (practically the only thing women care about)
Dragon (Valkyrie/Kitsune)
Gender (^, enough said)
Male
Married
(rich – check
Hung right – triple check
Good looking – check)
No
Lvl (must I say it)
7
Class (unless you are a rare specimen, don’t bother mentioning this)
Mystic Swordsmith/Swordsman
Attributes
HP (how long you live before you die)
19000/19000
Mana (how smart you are)
7800/7800
STR anything less than 13, kill yourself)
44
DEF (how well you can take a kick between the legs)
27
SPD (how fast you can run from your fate as a slave)
71
STA (how long you can please your mistress)
89
INT (over 20, no women will want you)
56
WIS (over 13, you are a freak of nature)
62
DEX (how well you can be put in a suitcase until you are needed)
59
LUC (how lucky you can help your mistress succeed)
23
Elements
Dark
100%
Light
100%
Rebirth
100%
Fire
100%
Water
56%
Lightning
58%
Staring at the screen, I can only feel anger. And for some reason, I feel that I was injected with something that is supposed to go to a girl.
So why do I have the unbearable urge to punch the screen?
Sitting down in my Lazy Boy, I pull up the internet to see what the standards for the level I am currently at for my bloodline. And just like I thought, there is none.
So I go for the two races that are in parenthesis and found out that I am indeed a freak of nature. 1 in a hundred thousand is born male. And they typically die after 175-200 years of age. Looking at their typical stats, mine were seriously abnormal.
And since I am curious by nature, I looked up the female stats and cried. Even for their stats, mine is higher. I am just glad that I can just run if they ever find me since my speed looks to be about 4 times the normal for their races speed.
From the biography of both races, males are regarded as sex slaves and have no real authority. They are both matriarchal. The males on the Valkyrie side don’t have wings while the males on the Kitsune side don’t have no more than 4 tails. And that is on the rare side.
Since I have 4 wings and 10 tails, I need to make sure I remain scarce around them. Or at least hide my appendages from them.
Sighing, I get up to have IHOP make a delivery since my stomach is vowing to cause me internal pain.
The Valkyries POV
I swear I am going to gut this bastard! No male should this amount of fucking luck in escaping me! once I am done dirtying myself and bare him a few damn brats as my grandmother ordered, I am castrating him for life!
Grabbing the first adult I find after getting to my feet (why the hell did I get hit in the face with a fucking wheelchair of all things), I demanded that he tells me where this Ryan Ryu kid lives.
After telling me, for some reason he gives a prayer for his safety for some odd reason. Must be a male thing. Whatever. I have more important things to do. like catching a winged male Valkyrie and cutting his damn dick off first before cutting his wings off.
Now that I have my priorities straight, I start to head out when I get a call from my mother.
“What mom. I’m busy!”
“Just making sure that your priorities do not including cutting off the pleasure tool for your nights.”
How the hell did she know I am thinking of doing that?
“By the way. Your grandmother said that if a single blemish of any kind is found on that part, she is giving the position of clan head to your sister.”
I hear the phone disconnect as I am standing there in horror.
Back to our regularly paid program
2 minutes later, I am about to pull up my bank account when I think about my bodies condition.
Accounts
USD
65,125,406.16
YEN
19,112,342,116.44
EURO
78,123,366.66
Ailment Status
Head
Typical male sickness
Torso
Specimen at optimum yummy
Arms
Needs more lotion
Legs
Needs more sun
Hands
Male material detected
Feet
Clip nails
Butt
Nice and firm
Penis and testicles
10-billion-dollar bounty
I smiled at my account balances but frown at the ailment status page. Who the hell uploads these damn things?
As I am trying to divine the answer, someone knocks on the door. Me not thinking, opened the door to get my food, only to scream a high C note that women would kill to have as I slam the door shut.
My next door neighbor and her fat fucking daughter are standing outside. That gets me into gear about trying to think of which one of my many escape routes I want to take. The price I pay in both time and cause wince I have 15 of them, I think.
Now the door is rattling on the hinges from their beefy hands pounding on them.
They continue on like this as I run to my bathroom to climb into the small panic chamber I had built several years ago. Climbing in, I neglected to notice that the pounding stopped. Only to be noticed as both go flying through my house and destroy my ceiling that I am hiding in.
Wide-eyed and in full panic mode, I turn my head like that of a machine towards the reason for their impromptu flying instructors. Seeing their instructors, I just break down and cry.
Standing there is a 4’ 10” tall brunette hair babe that goes just past her ass with 7 tails with slick fur. Her dark black eyes look like onyx’ from the abyss. She has this Victorian secret body that I know for a fact should make me happy, if it wasn’t for the looks she was giving me.
Next to her is a barbie doll Valkyrie standing in about 5’2” tall with blonde hair that goes to mid-thigh with a matching baby blue eyes. Even her looks are giving my nightmares nightmares.
And the icing on the cake is the terror twins. Both elves from what I can piece together. Both have green hair going down to their knees. Emerald eyes that should sparkle if not for the death glares they are giving me.
Then my death decided to appear. Mrs. Hampton. A 4’1” tall loli 23-year-old. Her cyan colored hair is rumored to pool around her feet. With cyan matching eyes that are sparkling with untold amounts of humor. Why? Don’t know.
They begin to walk towards me in perfect unison, making me shiver in fright to a whole new level.
“I am taking you to your new home after you finish your college at Chaos System University” they all said in at the same time making me piss myself.
They stop and look at each other in confusion, giving me time to escape this place.
Exit, stage left.
Elder Terrors POV
I am still mad that this bastard I am to marry had a fucking boner when he exited that fucking room. And why the fuck was he in his damn boxers?
Just thinking about is making me even madder. Without thinking about it, I started walking towards the shit stain and see him quivering in fear. That made me a bit happier.
“I am taking you to your new home after you finish your college at Chaos System University” I said to him as I approached. That made him piss himself. He was at a 47, now he is at a -200.
Then it hit me as to why, raising his now abysmal rating to 30. All five of us said it at the same time.
That’s not good.
Turning to the others, as they turned towards me, we get into a bitch fight about who gets him. Thinking that this will turn into a fight, I pull up my stats that all women get when they turn 5.
After seeing all my stats are as they should be, I take to an offensive stance and get the same from the other. As expected from these damn skanks.
Talking telepathically to my sister, I have her go for the boy and run back home.
“Um, sister. He’s not here anymore. He ran as you all began to argue with each other.”
I stop speaking mid-sentence to turn and see that the boy is indeed gone.
“SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. WHY IS GETTING THIS BASTARD SO FUCKING HARD!” I exclaim in fury.
“But sister, you got to admit that he had a very nice look to him” my sister says while turning beet red with a shy smile.
Seeing and hearing this reminds me yet again of him standing there in fear for his life in his damn cute and fluffy fox patterned boxers with his dick (that looked to be about 14 and a half inches long with a 4” girth) hanging out. So, I have to ask him if that is 100 % real meat that he has hanging or if it is an operation.