What will you do if you have a brutal gacha system that gives you absolutely nothing for free?
To get any help from the system you need Casllay. But to get Casllay you need sex. But again, how do I get sex in the first place?
While walking through the corridors to find my class, those were the questions I was asking myself.
When I arrived, it was pretty fancy to look at — the green, heavily crafted curtains that can shut out the heat or cold when closed. The thick but clear glass sections on the windows.
Outside the windows were clouds, straight up, small ones, but that tells us how high up this university is.
The walls were made of polished wood and brick, everything was clean, clean as if the dust never existed.
The benches were separated for each student, to give the feeling of being personalized. There were at least 50.
As soon as I entered the room, every girl made a disgusted face. I’m popular in a bad way, of course.
Then I spotted my future wife, Saelith, just by the window side, reading a book. How do I get in her panties?
Even in uniform she looks snatched. Gray suit and skirt with a black underline. Under that suit, a tight white shirt which is shaping the forbidden watermelons. Just slightly on the left, her rank is tailored, Rank Z. And a tie.
After appreciating her beauty, I decided to just sit down at the far back of the class. I did catch her noticing my presence, which is nice. At least I’m not invisible.
Like the big companies say, any kind of visibility is visibility.
"Hey Elias. I heard you and your friends got beaten by girls in the bathhouse. Very suitable for a loser like you."
I just sat down, and trouble walked in. There was a brown, muscular dude with bland hair in front of me, with his two friends. They were all Rank A.
Wait. David? He was my school bully. This guy must be the alternate version of him.
"What are you looking at."
He got angry for no reason and punched my back, disguised as a friendly dab. Which hurt a bit.
Back when I was a mommy’s nice boy, I used to see the good in everybody and thought people could change. So in a moment like this I would simply just tell the teacher or endure it.
But now the question is, what would asshole-me do in this situation?
"Yeah dude, they beat us so badly, us losers were practically paralyzed. You know how they started?"
I raised my voice, standing up, as if I was going to start a performance for the other students. Which I was totally going to give — I kicked his balls without a second of hesitation.
His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened like a hentai girl’s, but a bit more on the painful side. He dropped to the floor, hands on his balls.
His friends and everyone else in the room were in awe. Shocked, as if I had committed a crime. Wait, did I? I don’t want the bell treatment again. Please, no.
"You phunk! Do you even realize what you did? How dare you hit a Rank A."
His friend got angry, grabbed my collar, and shouted at me like a pitbull. I’m outnumbered and the short one here, but something inside built up when I kicked alternate David.
Satisfaction and pleasure. And I want more of it.
"So? Does being Rank A mean you shit gold? Surely you have more mana. But that’s just because your rotten brain needs it to function at a normal level!"
The guy was stunned, so much so he froze. The whispers among the students grew louder, and I began to wonder, did no one question the system before me?
Disappointing.
"You got some nerve. But what will you do when his father calls the higher-ups and gets you kicked out?"
He said with an evil smile, expecting me to just lick his shoes. The look on his face after I started laughing was something to frame.
"Seriously? You three are daddy’s princesses. Even if you tell your parents and manage to kick me out of here, it will not change the fact that I kicked his balls, you see."
The guy was now so stunned and confused that his grip on my collar was loosening up.
"But we are Rank A."
That’s something people say after losing an argument. Those who don’t debate fairly will never get a fair response from me.
"I mean this in the nicest way possible. I don’t give a fuck about your rank, money, or mana. If you want to fight, then let’s do it. It won’t be a fair one, because you don’t deserve one."
His hand left my collar and he literally took a step back. I wasn’t aware how cold I could sound. But I was more than satisfied with the results.
"Hey Elias, what are you doing, buddy! Why is this dude on the floor."
That’s Lior’s voice. I turned around and our gang is here. Too bad, they’re late, the performance is over. Lior is the dumb one here; Wendel and Mossley know exactly what they walked into.
"Nothing. I was just handling these guys. They had a problem with me."
Lior is slow, because what’s with that "huh" look.
"Leave him and his garbage friends alone. They don’t deserve our time."
Alternate David said, and his friends gave me space. I was actually looking for the fight, you know, but okay.
Then suddenly I smelled something sweet and familiar. I turned, and it’s my future wife, arms crossed and looking straight into my eyes.
"You sneak into the bathhouse and now you’ve started a fight. What are you trying to pull here?"
"I’m trying to pull you, my la–"
Shit, my tongue just slipped at the wrong moment. Maybe because subconsciously my brain was in attack mode. Why am I trying to reason it out? I’m cooked.
"You amaze me. You are either full of big talk, or you actually have something in you."
Her elf ears shifted and a smile curled up on her face. But her eyes confirm that she is amazed.
Is she the type who likes bad guys? If that’s the reason, I’m going to cry. If being bad means girls will throw themselves at you, I would have turned bad in my mother’s womb.