John picked up the small alien’s corpse and began to idly chew on it.

~Hmmmm. This system thing. Clearly it’s some alien tech. Maybe I got it from eating those aliens? Either way. It provides a prime opportunity to grow stronger.~

John swallowed his piece of alien flesh.

“Isn’t money and power basically the same thing with this system? It’s something that you get by working hard and being Lucky. They have the same qualities.”

John took another bite of Alien. He chewed for a bit then swallowed.

“I always said. If I ever became rich. That I would find my mother.”

John took a bite of alien. He looked off into the distance, his eyes wistful. He swallowed the alien and spoke again.

“You know. I never put in effort to find the mother I never knew. Working was just too hard. I didn’t have the drive to get rich. But now….”

{Name: John Turner

Race: Human

Height: 7”2

Weight: 600 lbs

System: Glutton system

Stats: Strength 440 (Simplified) | agility 3 (simplified) | toughness 240 (simplified) | Cardiovascular endurance 9 (Simplified) | Consumption 100

Skills: Ultimate guzzler

Current bmr calorie requirements: 3967 (This does not factor in exercise)

110,00 / 396,700 daily cals consumed.

extra cals to next stat boost 110,00}

“It’s right in front of me. How can I stop myself when it’s right there staring me in the face?”

An ambition ignited within John. A fire to do the impossible.

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“That’s it. That's what I’ll do. I’m going to get as strong as possible. So strong that I can use my strength to find my mom. I’ll make this screen show a titan.”

John grinned.

“And there’s only one way to do that. I need to start hunting.”

John unhinged his jaw. His mouth because so wide that it was almost a gaping casam.

He lifted up the small alien and placed it in his mouth. John’s gyrated his throat and skull. The alien slowly slid down his throat and into his gut. \

{Stat point gained! +1 strength +1 toughness}

John grinned as he felt slightly stronger. He looked down at his arms.

They looked slightly bigger than they were before

“Okay. I think the nebriough upstairs has a gun.”

John sighed.

“But I’m too heavy to go upstairs. If I do that, I’ll just fall through and hurt myself!” Yelled John in disappointment

~I can just hunt with my hands then.~

John walked to one of the pink-tinted windows of destiny's apartment.

He look through the window. Right outside his apartment was a group of aliens. They stood in a circle around a small fire. Cooking above the fire on a spit was what looked like a human.

John turned to look at the aliens. The large aliens were all garbed in swat gear. Each of the large aliens held an assault rifle.

“Dammit.” John said to himself.

Each of the aliens was armed with assault rifles. John was not narrsasstic enough to believe he could defeat even one person with an assault rifle.

~I’ll have to take a herd-hunter mentality. I’ll watch for ones that are sick or weak or separated from the pack. Then I’ll eat them.~

John blinked.

He hard a loud whistling sound.

~What is that? Is someone making tea?~

*BOOM!*

John was not given an opportunity to comprehend that sound further. The glass of the window shatter.

John went flying back.

“SHIT!”

He wasn’t even given a moment to think as the roof collapsed on top of him.

……..

Weight. Pressing upon John was a heaving titanic weight. John could not see a thing. He knew only darkness.

The pressure of this darkness was suffocating in the most literal sense.

Pressing atop John was the weight of a world.

~I can’t breath. I can’t speak.~

For but a few moments John sat in silence. True silence. He heard his heartbeat. His blood rushed.

~I’m going to die….~

John did not feel afraid. Strangely he was slightly okay with that idea.

~It would be a relif.~

It was the natrual cycle of humanity. We live, we breath. And then we die.

The calm sudenlly vanished from John’s eyes.

Crinkling at the back of his mind was an old story. An old amalgination of memories that must be forgotten.

It was destined to be striken from the record.

~Stop. Stop! STOP!~

The trumpets began to play the memories began to unfold.

John felt blood seeping onto his hands.

“NO!”

All the sudden a titanic force was produced from John’s body. It was a force that was incomprehensable. A force that could not be thought about or believed.

The weight was pushed. The sound stone crashing against stone echoed.

John stood. No he didn’t just stand. He leaped.

John rose from a pile of rubble.

Surrounding him was a world that was shattered and runious.

Where there were once buildings there was now just piles of rubble. The streets were littered with bent and broken cars as well as charred corpses.

There were ashes blowinng through the streets.

As John looked at this he couldn’t help but grin.

“You know. This reminds me of an old saying my dad says. ‘When humans rise. They don’t do it through light, nethier do they do it through dark. They also do not rise through love. Or hate. Humans rises they do it through a single thing. Humans rise through ash.’”

John looked out at the broken cityscape before him. Charred bodies. Broken buildings. Twisted vehicals. And most importantly…………..

Ash.