My father was a military type, with a real hard on for guns. By his twenty sixth year around the sun, he reached the prestigious rank of nirvana. By his twenty eighth he was found dead by a new kind of infected, they named after him, the Mars class infected. It is my dream to hunt and slay one of these infected.
The city of hope is my home, out of the few cities left it is the most reliant on cultivators. We have the world's biggest sect, the Falling Lightning sect. Though I could never become a member no matter how hard I try. Six failed attempts at their entrance exam. All thanks to sergeant fuck face.
I cross my arms, throwing my feet onto the table. "I'm telling you Guanyu Zhen, when I get my hands on that fucker, oh, I am going to tare him a new ass hole."
Guanyu's thug-like face looks up from his food. "Cheng Wu, you fuck." He pounds the table. "You knocked over my beloved An Na sauce." Guanyu grabs at his limited-edition sauce packet.
"Pop artists are lame, man. It's time you get with the times and try the exam with me." I am so tired of this shit. When I find a chance, I will teach sergeant fuck face a lesion.
"An Na is not some average pop artist, she is a once in a lifetime figure, who will define our generation." Guanyu takes a bite from his Little Back hamburger. Speaking with his mouth full he glances around the room. "An Na deserves none of your wimpy ass disrespect."
"What did you say?" I lean into his face.
He leans into mine. "I said you're a wimpy ass bitch, what are you going to do about it?"
My fist moves off instinct colliding with his raised arm. Guanyu kicks himself out of the chair, flipping through the air and landing softly upon his toes. "Fire." His leg spins performing a flying spin kick.
"Hey, we can talk about this!" I raise my arms.
"Smoke." Like lightning, his kick smashes into my arm, pushing me with the force of a truck, and sending me through the Little D's wall. My back skids across the floor, sliding to a halt under a really short skirt. Pink, what a choice in underwear.
"You pig." A foot plummets into my dick, sending a rush of pain to succumb my body
I twitch, reaching for my destroyed testicals. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Screaming, I roll around on the floor. "You bastard!"
"Serves you right." She flips back her long black hair. "Don't mess with me."
I stand, calming my face. Damn she is good looking, like someone took a doll and brought them to life. It makes me mad. "You think just because you're good looking you can go around busting people's balls."
She raises an eyebrow. "For one, that doesn't mean what you think it means, and two why should I care about some ugly peeping tom?"
"Bastard." Guanyu comes storming out of the hole in the wall. "You knocked over my second limited edition sauce."
"I did not." I complain. "You kicked me into it."
"Was it, or was it not you who knocked over?" He crosses his arms.
"I mean I guess it was my body, but…" He cuts me off.
"Guilty as charged, I shall now perform the execution." Before he could even finish his sentence I brake off into a run.
"Cheng Wu you bastard, get back here." Guanyu chaises after me.
Ha, the big fuck, isn't so fast on his feet. Not so nice begging Guanyu now is it? I laugh sliding around a corner. Jumping from one wall to the next, I land on the roof top. Jumping from one roof to anther I leap through my window landing right in bed, closing my eyes.
Knock, Knock. The door opens. "Cheng Wu." My mom walks in. "Time to get up, today's the big day."
It was, I turned eighteen two months ago, and every year there's a coming of age ceremony. In which one must head out of the city and enter the dead lands, many don't make it back, but it's a cost the brass sees as necessary.
I pretend to rub my eyes. "Morning already? I had such a deep sleep." My sleep was fucking terrible, I was way to nervous. I mean a week in the dead lands, why wouldn't I be nervous.
"Come down and get breakfast." She shuts the door behind her.
Walking down stairs, I plop down at the table. A disgusting plate of vegetables sit in front of me. "Where's the food?" I ask.
"That is your food." Mom walks around the table sitting opposite me.
Fuck man, this is a tough day and I am going to be set off with a plate of greens. This is shit luck. I mean real shit luck…
I glance up at the gate, shit luck indeed. What the fuck. Dozens of people stand at my sides.
"I am vice Admiral Ling Fang." An older gentleman stands in front of us, his grey beard flowing in the wind. "My cultivation rank is Tarrocta."
The ranks go like this.
Outer disciple,
disciple,
Peak disciple,
Core building realm.
Sentinel,
Terracotta,
Lordship,
Monarch,
Nirvana,
And the currently highest rank achieved, babble.
He looks at each of us. "I don't expect all of you to return. Frankly I would be surprised if you did. Each of you will receive an arm band, it will track your location and progress, as well as your vitals. It is best that you leave them on, so we may retrieve your body. All of you will be gifted the standard issue LLX anti infantry pistol. If you score high enough, we are willing to personally offer a place in the military." He salutes, before being replaced by a group of people handing out guns.
I take the small revolver, flipping it open, I stare at the mana core. A small blueish stone, that gleams in the light.
"Hey." A voice comes from in front of me. I look up at the female soldier. "I recommend you bring a sword." Her, and her golden hair walk away.
Another good-looking swine. Is today really my unlucky day?
"Gates open in ten." A voice yells from the tower. Sirens begin to blare, as the man counts down. "Five, four, three, two, one."