ILY,LF! [#1]

[Title; I Like You, Let's Fight!]

"..."

Tall. Possibly 7 feet? Big and muscular too- maybe more than 300 pounds of muscle... With scars across the entire body, a darker tone of skin, and black tattoos on the arms, neck, legs, and dick. Piercings on the nose, ears, dick, and balls too! The person before him looked very punk, very rebel-like with delinquent vibes too. The hair on his head was a sharp red color, and it didn't quite look natural at all... Which was weird, because as far as he knows, he has never, ever, ever painted his hair before.

"Ah."

Also, he has never worked out, never bulked, never had piercings on his dick either- and he wasn't tanned, he spent his entire life inside buildings! He was a twink through and through, what the fuck? Although the person in the mirror looked familiar, he doesn't remember well where exactly he has seen this rugged, scarred face before- a large burn scar on the left side of the face with the edges having been tattooed over with black lines of what looked like magic runes, and a dick the size of a horse's... He is pretty sure this wasn't his body yesterday when he was... Run over?

"Oh. I died."

He was surprisingly chill about it- I mean, he at least got off of that world! Imagine how bad it is for those who were still there? Here, at least he has his dream body! He always wanted to be tall and muscular, the dick and piercings are just an extra factor, the skin color doesn't matter, and the hair? Eh, he'll let it go back to its natural color and maybe style it differently? It looks a bit wild to him! He patted his own eight pack abs, his hand sliding down his rathee very large and a bit hairy body, a shiver going down his spine.

It felt weird, like he could feel his entire body all at once.

His tattoo at the shoulders were ordinary circular tattoos with lines connecting them to the ones on his chest and abdomen ones, with those leading down to the ones on his leg and dick, but there were two words tattooed alongside an arrow poiting down- it was right above his dick, the words [Bitch Breaker] with a downwards black arrow pointing directly at his horse sized dick: "Huh... accurate?" Well, he didn't know, because he was a virgin! A complete, utter virgin who would blush at the mere mention of having sex with someone else- He was a shy boy, okay!? He tried getting out of his shell, but he just couldn't do it. "Oh no." Realization broke him in half as he looked at his new handsome but scarred face- Seriously, how can someone look hot with almost half of their face covered in a burn scar?

Oh, where was he?

Right! "I am so fucked." He kinda recognized the face in the mirror in front of him: A very, very hated character of the rpg slash fighting and dating game known as [I Like You, Let's Fight!] that allowed you to both create a character that you could customize to a degree- three main classes with three different subclasses, to be exact -and fight against other characters of the game! The storyline was complex, but he didn't learn it at all- in fact, he never played this fucking game. He only knows about it because his sister would gush about the way the "main character" could enter a Harem Route and how the "annoying villain obsessed with them" was.

She would allways curse the name-

"Master K'than? Are you alright? You've been staring at yourself in that mirror for way too long-" A voice broke the man out of his thought, making him turn atound to face the speaker- unbeknownst to him, his face was scrunched up in concentration as he tried to remember anything about the game lore he was now trapped in, but it made him look like he was pissed off. "-I deeply apologize for the inconvenience, Master K'than, but Lord Algakan is requesting your presence." The servant deeply bowed, so deeply he hit his face against the ground, making K'than pause for a moment.

His... father? He can't go meet the guy wearing this! Where are his clothes? Why did he even wake up naked in a luxurious bed in the first place? Oh, maybe this guy knows where his clothes are? "Get me some clothes." Oh, he didn't mean to sound so rude- was he rude? The guy looked like a servant, so he should know where his clothes are, right? Being naked is a bit awkward, but he feels like it is more than natural for him to be naked in his own room. '...why isn't he moving?' K'than frowned- the guy was just frozen! Nervously and unsure of what to say, K'than said the first words that came to mimd: "Now would be a good time." And like magic, the man got up from the ground, shivering, and ran out- it was like he was running for his life!

Damn, what did this K'than guy even do?

Quickly enough, he was given black robes. Just black robes with embroidered golden symbols all over the surface- so he shrugged and wore them, thinking that his clothes were going to be given to him, and when the servant began guiding him out of his room, he followed. Soon, he was introduced to a large dining room, where his father and siblings sat... He thought they were getting him clothe? Silently and nervously, K'than approached and sat down by the table, not looking at anyone. "Ignoring your own family, K'than?" The deep voice of his father made shivers of fear go down his spine, and he slowly turned to look at his dad- which looked like a glare of anger because of his resting bitch face! "Oh? You're still made about your little punishment?"

"..." K'than did not answer, unaware of what punishment he supposedly was under: "No." A single answer was all he could muster without stuttering, but to others at the table, it sounded like a blatant lie! "Oh? So you have learned your lesson, then?" His father looked different than him, yet very alike- tall, muscular, handsome, wearing only robes, and absolutely having scars all over his body! He was a warrior, and he looked the part. His hair, however, was a natural earthly brown, and a few of his siblings were sharp gray to soft brown, his own being red was eye-catching indeed.

"No." Another answer was given- what lesson did he learn? He has no clue!

"Then- would any of you like to enlighten your brother on what he had to learn?"

His siblings took the opportunity.

"Don't try to kill a bastard in broad daylight?"

"Don't get caught by the boyfriend of the girl you're fucking?"

"Don't try to threaten a fellow soldier using the family name?"

"Don't be ulgly?"

"Don't be stupid?"

"Don't start a fight you won't win!"

The eldest sister took a sip of her tea, his elder brother rolled his eyes, the middle child sister did not even bother looking up from her book, the twins were bickering and making fun of him, and the youngest child at the table spoke sharply about his mistakes.

"Well, yes- He was defeated by a knight and brought shame to our house." His father smugly grinned: "Being under house arrest was supposed to teach you more about consequences, but I guess you need more time to learn..."

'What is a good, like, villain response for this?' Because although K'than knew nothing about the game except very basic things, like the name of the classes and subclasses, a few items, and a few key heart events of a few characters. He only knew he was the villain, and he had to be the villain, because im various endings of the game, the villain K'than is killed. "Well, then I guess I have to make that guy my bitch then." Did he sound properly villainous enough? Did he sound evil enough? By the looks he got from the people of the table he did sound villainous, because they looked at him like he was crazy- which he might as well be! His father's eyes narrowed at him for a few moments before he said: "You? Making the crown prince your bitch?"

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck!?

"Oh, he's the prince?" How does he fix this!? Oh, he knows how! "Then I guess he'll have to be my queen then." Silence was all that greeted him for 10 seconds- pure silence that exploded into every single person at the table laughing like their bones were shattering. It was loud, obnoxious, and it made his skin crawl at the sheer mockery in their laughter. He stayed still and stiff, huffing away the annoyance as he took a bite out of this weird red meat thing- eh, it tasted good enough.

"Oh my gods..." His father wiped away a tear from his face, a sigh leaving his mouth soon followed by a chuckle: "Man, you know how to joke now, K'than? That's a first- you know what, for that, I will even allow you to get out and around, as a gift for making me laugh harder than your mother ever could." The big man chuckle a few more times, making K'than shrug and not say anything more and he focused on eating- a hand reached out for his food plate and he reacted before he could think. He lived in a small household, sharing his childhood with 8 siblings and being the youngest made it so most of the time he was he one being bullied- stealing his food was a common thing they did, so he learned how to snap at others like an animal.

His mouth had already latched onto the flesh of his younger brother's arm, one of the twins. He was about to release his teeth when he noticed that the little guy looked at him surprised: "Huh, did you awaken your class, K'than? You've never reacted to me stealing your food before!"

'Class? Like the Warrior, Mage, Support Classes? They can be awakened?'

[OPENING CLASS SYSTEM!]

'Wait, what?'

——

Name: K'than Cthon Zanork

Race: Half Titan (Descendant)

Age: 24

Gender: Male (Alpha)

Class Slot 1: [Warrior] - [Martial Artist Subclass]

Class Slot 2: [Select]

Stats -

Strength: 85

Endurance: 60

Agility: 60

[1] Class Skills:

[Empowered Unarmed Strike] - Empowers all your unarmed attacks, making them more efficient and powerful. Capable of breaking through rocks easily, and even break and bend metal and more with simple punches that break bones with great ferocity.

[Unbreakable Skin] - Makes your skin close to unbreakable enough to resist highly intense temperatures, fast projectiles, weapons, magic, and many forms of harm. Only magic of a high level can pass through this skin and affect the flesh beneath.

[Enduring Constitution] - You can endure everything. Harm, poisons, sleep deprivation, and even starvation for a long period of time never losing any significant downside. Your stamina is through the roof, allowing you to fight for hours on end with no break, stay awake for a week, and even resist Death Magic itself.

[Release Mind] - Can enter a serene state of relaxation, freeing oneself from debuffs. This also boosts one's energy recovery, allowing you gather more energy to use.

[Bloodbath] - Upon shedding or being covered in blood, your own or others, gives you a large boost in power, speed, and more.

[Defy Death] - Upon death, you can immediately recover from your dead body. All limbs are regrown and all injuries are healed, diseases are cured, poisons are gone, and all harm done to your corpse is nullified.

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"Meh." K'than just shrugged and went back to eating- he was famished, after all, and there wasn't much he could do about anything besides dealing with one problem at a time. There was a *shrrrk* sound as the blade of a small dagger tried digging into his skin only to bounce off in a shower of sparks like it was grinding against metal: "If you wanted to tickle me, brother, you should've used a sword." He made sure his response was unbothered as he tried really hard not to shit himself in fear- who stabs their own brother out of nowhere!? Apparently, his jab was seen as an invitation, because his brother pulled out a sword to slash at him- the blade flew fast, too fast, and shined with soft blue shimmer. The impact was instantaneous, but K'than felt no pain.

There was a clicking sound as pieces of the sword fell down, completely broken.

"...I was joking."