Samsara Tower...
There was always something addictive about them, something I couldn't properly articulate with words alone, but somehow, I was hooked, line, sinker, and all.
As much as I can't stand Chinese authors and their endless nationalism, their concepts and premises are often solid.
The problem is their mouths never shut the fuck up.
Every other paragraph they start comparing China to everything else, praising Chinese food while calling Japanese and everyone food trash, then switching to how superior Chinese products are, how China is fair and just, and all the other nationalist shit I can't stand.
If you like China that much, why the fuck are you writing stories set in other countries?
Just stick to a pure Chinese fictional world. Why even touch anime if you already think Chinese everything is the best?
But you can't argue with retards.
What's even worse is the flood of random Chinese names they force into every series: Harry Potter, Naruto, One Piece, you name it.
Names like Mo Chen, Su Shu, and a bunch of other shitty Chinese names that don't belong.
Imagine stuffing some guy named Mo Chen into Westeros or a British aristocratic school like Hogwarts.
What the fuck am I reading?
My day is ruined and my disappointment is immeasurable.
Most of the Samsara Tower and Hollywood stories I used to love got completely wrecked by these retards.
I kept hoping someday a savior would show up: someone who isn't Chinese, someone who can actually write a proper Samsara Tower story with real length and without the constant China-sucks-everyone-else circlejerk.
I fantasized about that day for a long time.
"Your wish is granted, son. Now, fuck off!"
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't given any time to adapt.
Noisy words were already buzzing in my ears.
"Have you heard about the Uchiha? We should choose Konoha and the Uchiha Clan," one boy said, eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement. "I heard their leader is really caring and gentle with his Will of Fire. Plus a lot of us could get the Sharingan as a bonus, and the Hokage entrusts tons of Uchiha geniuses as Anbu. It's basically a fast track to power."
"Yeah… I think we should go with Konoha too," another student chimed in, nodding hard. "They've got the strongest Hokage who's ever lived. Stronger than even the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara combined. That's saying something."
"And all of his disciples became the Legendary Sannin," a third voice added with pure reverence. "Jiraiya, Tsunade, Orochimaru… I mean, come on. The man trained three of the most famous ninja in history. He must be incredible."
"What a legend, right? I want to be just like him someday."
Overhearing their conversation from his seat near the window, the MC's eyes shot wide open. His face froze somewhere between pure disbelief and actual horror.
What the actual fuck?
Since when was the Third Hokage the strongest?
Since when was Hiruzen Sarutobi, the same old man who got his ass handed to him by Orochimaru, who let Danzo run around doing whatever the hell he wanted, who sat on his hands while the Uchiha massacre happened under his watch, suddenly the most powerful Hokage in history?
Stronger than Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi? Stronger than Madara Uchiha, the man who could control the Nine-Tails with a single glance?
Are these idiots just talking out of their asses? Do they have rocks for brains?
And more importantly, do they have a fucking death wish?
Choosing the Uchiha during the Third Hokage's reign?
That was basically signing your own death warrant in blood.
The Uchiha were already on thin ice with the village leadership. The discrimination, the constant suspicion, the surveillance, it was all building toward the inevitable massacre. And these clueless fools wanted to join the exact clan that was about to get wiped out overnight?
Good luck with that.
May the Goddess of Death bless their doomed little souls.
"What do you think, Yagami-kun? Will you also choose Uchiha?"
The voice was soft and melodic, cutting clean through his thoughts.
He turned his head and found a lilac-haired girl tilting her head, looking at him with a curious, almost playful expression.
She was cute in that delicate, aristocratic way: gorgeous, really, with features that belonged on a porcelain doll rather than a real human being.
Many of the boys in the classroom kept stealing glances at her, eyes full of longing and the quiet hunger to possess her.
The girls, on the other hand, looked at her with a mix of envy and protectiveness, like they wanted to keep her locked away from the world's ugliness.
Of course, none of them had the slightest clue about her true nature.
Her name was Arisu Sakayanagi.
And she was far more dangerous than she looked.
Of course, that never stopped me from focusing on the important part.
No matter how cunning or dangerous she was, nothing could change the fact that she was cute and gorgeous, someone I wanted to pin down, breed, and keep locked in my room.
Just imagining those pristine white stockings wrapped around my cock, her soft toes curling and stroking me with slow, deliberate intent while she looked up at me with pure lust and a lewd expression that completely contradicted her innocent face… it was enough to make any man's imagination run wild.
The thought of her delicate feet working me, those violet eyes half-lidded with desire, was pure filth.
A lesser man would have been completely undone by the image alone.
But despite the lustful fantasy running rampant in my head, my face stayed calm and collected.
My expression showed nothing but polite interest as I looked straight into her eyes, meeting her gaze without flinching.
"Why bother being born an Uchiha when you can just steal their eyes and sell them for Samsara Points?" I replied smoothly, voice casual and almost indifferent. "I believe we can transplant their eyes into our own bodies and use Samsara Points to erase all the drawbacks. No need to deal with the clan politics. Just take what's useful and leave the rest behind."
Arisu's violet eyes brightened with genuine interest.
A slow, appreciative smile spread across her delicate features, the smile of someone who had just found a kindred spirit in a room full of idiots.
"I think so too," she said, her voice soft but carrying a clear undercurrent of enthusiasm. "If we get the chance to climb higher floors and eventually reach the Naruto world, I'd choose a rival village and steal their eyes without getting involved in any of the plots. Go in, collect as many points as possible, and leave without getting tangled in anyone else's plot. But, I still need more information before committing to it…"
She paused, her smile widening just a fraction.
"Nonetheless, it's refreshing to finally talk with someone who actually has a functioning brain in this class, Yagami-kun. I look forward to working with you."
"Yeah, of course… Take your time." I played the part of the perfect gentleman, offering her a warm, reassuring smile while letting my gaze linger on her delicate features.
Her lilac hair framed her face like a work of art.
Her violet eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence and something more guarded underneath.
I took in the cute curve of her nose, the soft shape of her lips, the graceful line of her neck, every inch of her was a masterpiece.
Her cheeks flushed a faint, lovely pink under my stare.
She let out a soft, indignant little snort.
"Please stop looking at me like that, Yagami-kun. We are just classmates. Nothing more."
She paused, composing herself, then added with deliberate finality,
"Moreover, I already like someone. So please, keep your eyes to yourself."
Yeah.
That's what I hated most in the world.
That exact sentence.
That exact situation.
When a beautiful woman, someone I wanted, someone I deserved casually told me her heart already belonged to another man.
It didn't matter who he was. It didn't matter if he was worth a fraction of what I was.
The mere existence of that declaration was enough to make my blood simmer with quiet, cold irritation.
I lost all interest in continuing the conversation.
The warmth drained from my face, replaced by polite indifference.
I pulled back, physically and emotionally, creating distance between us.
Stayed away.
For now.
At least for now.
Because after all, she was just too cute.
Too perfect.
Too exactly what I wanted.
And I wanted her for myself.
Not some other man.
Not some nameless, faceless "someone" she claimed to like.
Me.
Just imagine it of her looking up at me with those violet eyes full of submission and desperate want.
Her pale, delicate body pinned beneath mine. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, trembling as I pushed deeper. Her lips parting in a broken moan as I filled her tight pussy with my seed, claiming her completely, flooding her womb and making her mine in every way that mattered.
My cock twitched and hardened at the mere thought.
Arousal surged through my veins.
I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, forcing myself to remain calm.
Soon.
I would have her soon.
A mechanical chime echoed through the classroom, cutting through the idle chatter.
[Welcome to Samsara Tower, Players!]
[All of you have been qualified at the minimum age of 18 for climbing the tower.]
[Fight and live. Be ruthless. Be crueler than anyone else. Only the ruthless survive while the weak perish.]
[Now, let the game begin.]
[Congratulations, Chad Yagami. You have been chosen as a player for the trial floor of Samsara Tower.]
[Trial Floor: Tokyo Ghoul]
[Difficulty: Abyss]
[Quest: Survive as the weakest race among predatory ghouls and endure the harsh living environment of Tokyo, where ghouls hide among the human population, preying on the unwary.]
[Reward: 1000 Points]
[Time Limit: 7 Days]
When I looked around the classroom, everyone was frozen in various states of terror.
Their eyes were wide with panic.
Some were trembling.
Others looked like they might vomit or faint.
Even Arisu, the girl who always carried herself with such composed, aristocratic confidence was visibly shivering, her pale hands clenched tightly in her lap, her violet eyes darting around the room in barely concealed fear.
Tokyo Ghoul.
They had no idea what kind of world they were being sent into. They didn't know about the CCG, about the ghoul wards, about the twisted nightmare of a society where humanity's predators walked among them wearing human faces.
To them, ghouls were just cannibals.
Monsters who ate people.
A death sentence wrapped in a survival horror scenario.
They didn't understand the rules of that world, the power structures, the delicate balance of terror that kept everyone alive.
When Arisu looked at me, at my calm, unbothered expression, her brow furrowed with confusion and suspicion.
She studied me for a long moment before speaking.
"Do you know something, Yagami-kun? You don't look surprised at all. Do you have information the rest of us don't?"
I chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Arisu-chan. I'm just as clueless as everyone else. But…"
I let the pause hang in the air, watching her lean in just slightly.
"Good luck finding your prince charming. I'm sure he'll save you. He seems like the type. But you know…"
I flashed her a sharp, dangerous smile.
"If he turns out to be incompetent and weak, if he can't protect you like you think he can, you can always find me. Any time. I'll protect you."
Then I laughed, an evil, half-mad laugh that echoed through the stunned classroom and vanished from their sight, entering the game before any of them could react.
Arisu's face darkened.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Her violet eyes burned with fury and humiliation, but she said nothing.
Humph!
She wasn't going to beg him.
She would never beg anyone.
She believed Ayanokouji would protect her far more than enough.
He was the one she liked.
The one she trusted.
He would come through for her.
She was sure of it.