CHAPTER 338 INERT

CHAPTER 338 INERT

I came to at the front of a large room. It appeared to be a mostly modern day class room. In the shape of a clam I was at the shorter end where the blackboard and teacher’s podium was. In front of me were tiered desks. Nothing but girls sat at the desks. All staring at me. All gorgeous.

Sitting at the front of the desks was Hancock. She appeared to be in her early 20s. Her shirt was modest for once, no cleavage. She blushed slightly as I continued to stare at her. Apparently I was teaching a class.

Tearing my eyes away I looked around the room. No mirrors in sight I asked, “Does anyone have a mirror?” 3 girls in the front row quickly dug into their purses. I took the one from Hancock, giving her a wink and causing her to blush. There was quite a bit of lust from the other girls in class. I needed more information to understand why.

Opening the mirror I studied myself as the memories flooded in. I was Weston Walker. 22 years old, and a professor at Guardpoint University. This was my 2nd year teaching, and I was a wimp.

Not so much a wimp, but not as strong as most men in the world. For as long as people could remember the men were sex crazed, blood drinking of thine enemies, roided out monsters. Most every man in the world was a 7 foot tall Bane-worthy monster. The condition they were in was considered normal. They made too much testosterone, causing them to want to fight, have sex, and that was about it.

I was one of the few outliers. Called an Inert. I had normal testosterone levels to me, but to this world I was far less dangerous and could be trusted around the feminine population. Which was the next big change in the world.

The women of this reality were far more submissive than I was used to. So submissive that rape wasn’t even a word in the world. If you were strong you took what you wanted. And from what I knew, the women preferred it that way. Taken care of by a roided out monster. They got off on it. That was when I got my notification.



Welcome to Domination World



Try not to break them.



I closed the mirror and tossed it back to Hancock. She grabbed it with yet another blush. I wondered if she had a crush on me or something. I would worry about that later. There was more to think about.

The world we were in was basically the 1960s, but the year was 5100. It had taken far longer to become modernized because about 85% of men were thugs. Women made up most of the workforce, government positions, and most any job men had dominated in my world during the 1960s in my original life. Over the decades the roided out men were able to get a little bit of control of their bloodlust.

Mainly an issue before they took a woman, the young ones were the biggest problem. Secluded to fight and kill one another in their own schools. It wasn’t until they married that they calmed down. The women were somehow able to absorb much of the testosterone that made men the way they were. But even these men were simple because they didn’t learn about much besides fighting when they were younger.

Given construction jobs, custodial positions, firefighters, and most any job that required physical exertion. They kept the work for them simple and women ran everything else. Except for the few non-roided out men like me.

Women had to be careful with who they were around or risk being taken and dominated. Women were offered more safety when they were younger, but the lower class were usually married by the time they turned 18. The upper and middle class were offered more opportunity of course, safe from being attacked and Bonded by a man. The girls would be the primary breadwinners and head of household while the boys would be happy working with their hands and not having to use their brains.

“This is messed up,” I mumbled.



“Professor?” One girl asked. I turned to her.

“Yes, Abigail?”



“Are you alright?”



“Yeah, sorry, let’s continue,” I said. Turning back to the board I slowly remembered where I was. “So the great battle of Gettysburg. Over 200,000 men died during this battle. Who can tell me why it was so important?”

“There were a lot less men in the country,” Abigail said, raising her hand. That was another thing, birth rates were high and mortality rates among men were very high. Because they fought and killed one another it was survival of the fittest. Women wanted the fittest. The stronger you were, the more you could dominate.

“Anything else?” I asked. No one answered. “This was also the turning point of the war. The push South began, and led to the freeing of slaves. I know this was almost 1,000 years ago, but it was still important in the founding of our country. Now who can tell me about the loss to the-” I stopped as an alarm blared in the room.

Girls cried out, scared as they moved under desks. As the girls became louder, I let out an annoyed sigh. Probably just another drill I still walked to the door and locked it. The red light flashing an announcement sounded in the room, “A group of men have been seen on the premises. Please take precautions.”



I let out another annoyed sigh. The semester had only just begun but we were already dealing with this crap. Who built a college next to a fighting ring? Once a month the boys would break out, practically smelling all the women at the school. I hadn’t had any break into my classroom before, but a few had tried. It typically got ugly. A school of women, infiltrated by high octane men, the guys practically went insane with all the estrogen in the air.

The alarm continued to blast. I heard yelling from the hall and the distinct sound of tranquilizer darts being fired. But then more yelling sounded, I guessed the dosage wasn’t working. Using Haki I could feel the stronger people moving in the hall outside. Stepping away from the door a boom sounded as the door was hit, then another boom. Girls cried out with each hit. I rolled my eyes.

I had seen on multiple occasions women taken by one of the Roids. It was all yelling and screaming until the sex started, then they were as meek as lambs. Doing anything and everything for the man. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen in front of me again. These were my women, whether they knew it or not.

With one final kick the door was blown off it’s hinges. The girls scattered from under the tables, all moving to the back of the room. Huddling together like sheep, trying to make sure they weren’t the ones taken.



The 3 men stepped inside. All were almost 7 feet tall. Chests bare, they rippled with muscle. Each one could give Arnold a run for his money. Their skin red they appeared to be on something, but this was the rage or whatever it was called. Basically the guys would go into heat, and would kill anyone in their way to get to a woman that wasn’t Bonded.

“Professor,” one of the girls said as I stepped up to the boys. I ignored her, studying the men as the notification appeared.





Domination World Quest



Protect the Class.



Reward:



Bond



Unsure what the Bond skill was I really wished I was the Weston with Identification. But I wasn’t so I would have to assume it was a good reward.



The Roid men didn’t hardly see me. Their eyes locked on the girls, the stronger one took a step forward. I focused Nen on my fist and punched him in the face. He was thrown to the side, knocking over a desk bolted into the floor. The other 2 saw me as a threat then. Roaring, the sweaty Roids came for me but I kicked one in the face, causing his head to hit the cement block and bounce off of it. Punching the other he was thrown back into the hall.



Passive Skills:



Memory Meld



Dead Man Walking



Handicap



Dismiss



Gemini



Summon:



N/A



Pet:



Nibi - Level 4



Summon



1 Challenger Slot



Usable Abilities:



Status Screen



Other



3 Challenger Slots



World Escape



Berserker Mode



Nen



Spark*



Bond



Bonuses



Medium Psychic Resistance



4 Challenger Slots



Body Modification Resistance



Hardened Organs



Items



Gantz Armor



Stored (29)



1 Challenger Slots



Weakness Eliminator



Currency:



USD



$21



In the world, when a Roided out man had sex with a woman. Forcefully or not. It was called Bonding if the woman accepted the advance. She would absorb some of the testosterone of the man, calming him down greatly. Allowing him to join society. They couldn’t sense one another or anything supernatural like that, but the man had very little interest in other women, and the women would get off a lot more with the man.



I had the skill now, whatever it meant. I guessed I would have to figure out what it entailed. I headed off to my home. I needed to plan with the world. Since the currency was in dollars, and most Comic worlds were in America, I needed to stock up on my money while I could.