Blessed for my Struggles.

"Why!"

I screamed as blood dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor of the dojo that my Stepmother's family had passed down in her family for ages as she straddled a tattooed man and the father of the guy who had made my life hell for the last year. As he was next to him with his friends, enjoying getting their dicks sucked by my stepsisters and friends, along with the girl that I loved.

"WHY! AOI!"

I screamed. I hated coming to this country now, I wished my father never remarried and made me live in the U.S., and he goes and does three years into the marriage, leaving me to this fate I fucking hate. As I try to stand with my arms tied behind my back, I get hit in the head from behind.

The tattoo stood up, carrying my Stepmother as he still had his dick inside her, standing above me as he moved to make my Stepmother Himari Adams as she had taken my father's last name. She turned her head away out of shame or guilt as the guy fucking her spoke.

"You only have yourself to blame for being weak; humanity is eat or be eaten. You just lay there and watch as everyone you used to love betrays you and enjoys the dicks of the ones that have done this to you." 

My eyes went red with rage as I used the little strength I had left and pushed off the ground and sank my teeth into his thigh, biting as hard as I could and making him yell in pain as he dropped my Stepmother on me and forcing me to pull a thick chunk of meat as I swallowed it and began to laugh.

"It's not the pound of flesh owned to me, but it's a start!"

Everyone froze, and the bully and his friends got up along with the man's goons and began to kick me and hit me. I laughed the whole time, not grunting in pain as I rode the high of finally getting something to soothe this wounded heart. 

The beating lasted for what felt like an hour before I passed out, only to wake up to the cold air as I hit the pavement, and I looked around well as much as I could with both my eyes poorly swollen. I hear people talking.

"Hurry up and tie those cinderblocks to the rope so we can through this dumb fuck into the river and get out of here."

I tried moving, but my body responded to my commands as I felt myself being lifted and put onto a railing. I felt my body fall feet first, and the cold winter water hit me, knocking the air out of me as I felt my body sink. I kept sinking for a minute or two, wondering why my end had to be this.

I wondered if anyone would even care as that feeling swiftly began to be replaced with hate and rage, cursing those I called loved ones and vowing I lived to make them experience the true meaning of hell before killing them. Maybe not the girls, as I could use them to relieve stress. I wonder how beating someone while fucking them would feel. 

But those sorry sacks of shit, I will cover their flesh off and eat it in front of them like a five-star meal. As my mind started to black out, I could see a silver light shining as the feeling of the cold water went away. 

 (Player, please choose your class.)

I looked around and found myself in a bright silver room with two boards with words on them. One had a list, and I began to read the phrases warrior, wizard, warlock, etc.

There were hundreds if not thousands; then I looked at the other Unique class.

"What is this Unique class?"

(Classes have levels common-> uncommon->Rare->Epic->Divine. The board on the left is common, and all can level up to Divine at the right level. Unique classes can't be leveled up to a different rank but can also be extremely strong or weaker than the "normal" classes. If you choose Unique, it will be a choice of fate and your life up to this point if you meet the requirements for one. They could not get a class if they didn't meet the unlock. So only the crazy or egotistical people choose this option.)

I looked at the board and broke out in a sinister laugh as I walked in front of the Unique board. I pressed it as I watched the wheel spin. It stopped on a word, and I smiled. The pound of flesh made me laugh.

Level 1 (Devourer of Flesh.) is unlocked for eating the flesh of the player's own race.

(Passive ability, the being the host, eats as 100% of their stats transferred to the player.)

(Active ability has a 25% chance to gain the class of the being host eats. Class levels will be added if the host eats in the same class. Can be leveled up when levels are added to (Devour of Flesh).)

"GOD REWARDS THOSE WHO SUFFER!!!"

I broke out in glee as with this, I can become the strongest, and when I get back, I shall rip their flesh off and devour it in front of them.

(I shall review the rules for what's to come, player. One day in your world is one year in the Infinity Tower, and you can only leave if you die. There isn't any coming back to the tower after you die, so this is the only chance the player can gain the perks of the tower. Dungeons will be opened on Earth after the last person leaves the tower. As this is awakening and we have chosen 10% of Earth's people to unlock powers, the longer you last, the stronger you will become, as the experience from the dungeons won't be on the same level. Humans will get abilities from breeding after this. With those that have been to the tower.)

"Can people have more than one class?"

(No, you're different as it's a by-product of your Unique class. Only someone with a Unique class can bend the rules, and only 0.1% of the people have ever picked that board. No one on Earth but you has taken that leap of faith or... Madness in your case.)

(Any more questions?)

"Do we keep items we get in the tower?"

(All the things you pick up or want to keep will be held for you; all you have to do is say storage and *give* whatever item you want to take out. After you leave, a storage bracelet will be given to you, and only you can open it.)

"Is there a reason for that?"

(Simply put, this isn't your body but your soul; once you leave, the items will be transferred to the space your body rests inside. As there is a storage box inside it.)

(Anything else?)

"What's the point of all this?"

(To test your people's abilities and to see the limits of what your people can do.)

"Don't you fear that humans will turn on you?"

(If it comes to being, then that was our limit. And humans had a greater limit.)

"I have nothing else then."

(Have fun then..)

The room begins to turn black...

Sixteen years later to the date.

A woman with lightly gray hair is sitting in front of a home shrine, praying at a picture of a teenage boy with blond hair and blue eyes. She looks at the picture with sadness.

"William, I am sorry there isn't a day I don't live without regret for being a coward."

"Oh, come on, Mother. He was weak, tried to fight back against Koda, and paid the price he should have known his place."

Himari slammed her hand onto the floor.

"Shut up!"

Her daughter smirked as she spoke again.

"You didn't regret it all those times you begged Koda to pound your pussy. Now, you want to get forgiveness? At least I know the reality of the world; he died trying to change his place. I know my place, being bent over by Riku. The son of the guy that killed your little stepson."

Two other girls are standing in the back of the room, one looking sad and the other looking indifferent, not caring about the whole thing. She had dead eyes like part of her was already dead. As more girls started to come in, ten women were there. All had different looks. Some were sad, others didn't care, and some struggled to understand their feelings.

"WE WILL STILL ASK FOR HIS FORGIVENESS!"

She started to cry as her daughter shrugged her shoulders, but at that time, a blinding light lit up the night sky, and the Earth started to shake as they ran out of the dojo and looked over to the river. A column of light lit up the night sky and faded away.

People gathered around the river to see a silver sphere floating on top of the river, pulsing energy. 

"What's taking so long? To think a Japanese person could last sixteen years. We can hold our heads up high and become the world's superpower. No one will look down on us."

Said a guy that didn't look like someone you would want to bring home to meet the family.

But, people started to leave as it was taking hours, and they couldn't wait that long. As the days went by, the government blocked off the area, and the news had 24-hour coverage as they waited for the sphere to melt away.

Hamiri watched the TV as part of her could feel that something was about to change in her life, and she couldn't place it as her daughters, granddaughter, and grandsons also watched as it was winter holiday and they were visiting as she sat in front of the alter. She did this for an hour every day.

The daughter with the dead eyes finally spoke up when it was just the two of them.

"Stop beating yourself up; we all failed back then and will have to answer for it at some point, be it during our lives or when we are judged after death. You are only making your life hell, mother."

She sighed and stood up, going back to the house. As the family was watching the news, she looked over to see that the sphere was finally melting away and stopped in her tracks, as did the daughters. The four of them began to quiver in fear at what they were witnessing, and the grandkids, who ranged from 16 to 14, all looked at their mothers and grandmothers.

"TAKE THE KIDS AND RUN!"

Hamiri yelled as the person that was on the TV was William, but his eyes were full of blood and thirst, and she knew who he wanted to kill. But before anyone said anything, a voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Why are you all leaving? This is a wonderful family reunion."

Hamiri looked at the TV, and the boy who had been there one moment was gone. She slowly turned around, as did the other adults in the room.

Hamiri looked the young man in the eye. His eyes weren't blue anymore but dark blood red, making her sweat. As she looked him in the eyes, a sinister grin began to spread on his face.

"So I take it these children are the bastard children of those sacks of shit?"

I looked at the teens, eight of them, six girls and two boys, as I walked past a mirror. I looked at myself; I hadn't aged a day from sixteen years. But I did get more jacked. I look at my bare chest flexing as I wait for their reply, and the first one is the oldest.

"Spare ou-"

I teleported in front of her, landing a hit on her stomach and making her throw up on the floor.

Asami, she looked dead inside from her eyes. She didn't have that once caring look in her eyes as I kicked her, holding back almost all of my power, making her still fly across the room, hitting the wall as the youngest Fuka ran over to her and checked on her.

"Please, William, they hand no play in this. They are innocent."

I looked at my Stepmother. Time hadn't been kind to her, as her eyes were filled with regret and signs of self-destruction. I could tell she had been beating herself up for a while, maybe not right at the start, as people tend to run away from their regrets, but I could see they had caught up to her. 

"I will make a deal with you; I will only kill the boys and enslave the girls till their dating days. Six of the eight will live, and I will meet you in the middle. But that's only to them. I want you four to become my playthings until your dying days, or you kill yourself, whichever comes first."

"You got to be out of your mind!"

The one who yelled was the middle stepsister. We always had a problematic relationship, and she had taken pleasure in my suffering. She is the one I want to make suffer the most. The other three were just cowards unable to stand up for themselves, and I don't hate them to the point of killing them, but I do want to make them suffer dearly in my way. But this cunt, deserves to be played with in the cruelest of ways.

"Naomi, was I fucking talking to you? No, so shut your whore mouth, or should I break it?"

"WH-"

Before she could even finish the first word, I moved and punched her right in the front teeth, making her swallow a bunch of her teeth. The two boys stood up as I threw her across the room, and I smirked. They are her children; I pulled out a sword and not one of those Katana. Those shits are overrated.

A broadsword is the best sword; I shall use it to cut their heads off. I rushed then like a flash of light, taking their heads clean off as they spun in the air before landing in front of their mother, and their bodies fell to the ground in front of their grandmother, making the girls scream.

"How could you?"

Said one of the teenage girls as she fell in front of the body of one of them.

"Simple, I just wanted to."

"So, Mother, do we have a deal, or do you want to watch all of your grandchildren die one by one."

She fell to her knees before the other body, and tears started to fall before she finally began to speak.

"Fine, I agree."

At that moment, runic words started to wrap around all the women as they began to bind their bodies and souls. They wanted to fight it, but when they tried, only horrible pain was what they met.

Naomi finally woke up to see the heads of her two sons lying in front of her as she screamed out.

"Oh, you're away. Now, the fun could begin. Tell me where my "friends" live now as I wish to visit them."