Damn, where the hell am I? Why is the entire class with us? I, Shokio More (sounds like more-ay), couldn't believe what was happening. Of course, I have read some novels, but I mean, how could the government get this right? There were multiple cases of entire schools going missing, not to mention classes. Some mystical beings like gods had told of what happened, and of course, the government hushed it up, but they still implemented into the school systems that in case of mass kidnapping, a protocol should be made.

If I remember correctly I was at Tokyo High in 3C's classroom drinking and eating with my friends while we, ha, watched those dumbasses, Hinata Itsuki, Kaito Asahi, and Yuuto Touma kneel on the floor after intentionally knocking their food down and blaming them. Ha, they're so easy to manipulate. Anyway, what's that incessant voice nagging about?

'HUMANS, THANK YOUR EARTH GODS FOR THIS CHANCE OF A LIFETIME. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO PARTICIPATE IN THE GALAXY WARS. ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST SURVIVE. AND ONLY THOSE WHO WIN CAN GET WHATEVER THEIR LITTLE MORTAL HEART WISHES FOR. WHETHER IT'S FAME, FORTUNE. WOMEN, MEN, SERVANTS, ANY OF THE POWERFUL WEAPONS YOU COULD EVER WANT. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO PARTICIPATE...WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD. SAME FOR PACIFISTS AND SCARED FOLK. THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACK IS IF YOU WIN OR GO BACK IN TIME AND WISH FOR THE PLANET TO NEVER BE APART IN THE GAME WAR. aND FOR THOSE WITH THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW WERE SO MIGHTY AND THINK THAT WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT, THAT YOU'LL ONE DAY GROW POWERFUL AND COME BACK FOR REVENGE, JUST REMEMBER WHO GAVE YOU THE CHANCE TO GET THAT POWER.'

At that moment, everybody TRIED to look at the blinding figure, but couldn't. Everyone thought the voice sounded like a man so they associated it with a 'he'. The god totally forgot mortals tolerance but noticed their looks. He immediately turned his holy radiance down to a lucky mortals {AN: Will explain later}. He took on the appearance of an extremely handsome youth, which made many of the girls who saw him fall instantly in love.

"Haa? What's with this drugged fellow? Why'd you kidnap us, do you even know who I am?" One of my friends yelled out.

The god looked at him indifferently.

"Yo, just take us back. I don't think anyone here wants to, to kill anybody really. Right?" He glared at anybody who looked at him. They all looked away. Everybody at school knew his reputation. He always stood at the back of the crowd while egging any fights on. His father held an influential position in a major company which gave his son some leeway to bully other kids at school. He joined a small gang and started to rise in ranks until he became one of the boss's favorite. It also helped that he recruited some other students at his school and 'donated' some money to the gang gradually growing it into a major one which had some influence in Tokyo. The teachers obviously knew what was going on, but because they didn't want to lose their jobs, or more importantly, get killed, so they shut their mouths. They learned from previous colleagues. They had all spoken up and each one faced a terrible outcome.

The classmate kept yelling at him until the god pointed his finger at him.

The classmate felt a shiver go up his spine while his survival instincts kicked in, yelling, DONT F*CKING FIGHT HIM!!!.

The god whispered quietly but everybody heard him since they weren't talking.

'You dare talk back? Are you courting death? I haven't even told any benefits of choosing besides the rewards, so impulsive. Inferior beings, skoff, what a joke. They barely qualify.'

The classmates looked angily and fearfully at the god but also worriedly at the classmate. He had already turned pale long ago at these words.

"Since you don't care for me or my words, I should assume that you know nothing of me. But to be fair. We don't know each other, so I'll let you off with just a warning, but should you ever interrupt, curse at me, or even disagree...well, let's just say not even your soul will be safe. As for the other humans, if they help you, they shall get the same sentence for not following a superior being's orders."

The class sucked in their breaths and slowly moved away from the two of them, Shokio included.

The classmate looked for them to help, but when he saw them running away, he angrily shouted at them.

"Hey what the f*ck guys? Why are you listening to this guy? No like really, what even is this stupid f*cking war? What does it even have to do with us? Don't you f*cking leave me here. When we get back, you all so f*cking dead!"

The god looked at the insignificant human in disgust and if anybody with half a brain were to see the look on his face in the next moment, they'd start praying to God almighty.

"You f*cking pieces of Sh*t! This Sh*tty war thing doesn't have anything to do with us, so don't include me! I don't want to fight for your disilousion of human beings." This classmate was enraged beyond reason and couldn't think straight.

The god's face darkened as the classmate rambled on to the class.

"PUNY HUMAN." His voice startled the classmate.

'Haa, the faq you want?"

"PUNY HUMAN. YOU HAVE GREATLY ANGERED ME BOTH ON A PERSONAL LEVEL AND PROFESSIONAL. AS A MINOR JUDGE FOR HE GALAXY WARS, YOU SHALL BE GIVEN A PAINFUL DEATH FOR SLANDERING A JUDGE AND THE ALMIGHTY WARS."

The classmate sneered thinking, 'I mean what's the worst he can do-'

He realized he couldn't talk, much less move. He started to panic and looked at his body not understanding only to widen his eyes in shock. But it was already too late.

The class all looked in horror at the classmate's body as it was cut brutally diagonally in half. The worst part was that he would stay alive the entire process to face the pain and suffering. Even worse is that it was paired with the DIVINE arnament, DIVINE RETRIBUTION. DIVINE RETRIBUTION is an arnament belonging only to the mightiest and fairest of gods, and DIVINE JUDGES and other DIVINE professions. It creates an electrical based attack which can be rarely avoided and is usually very powerful. Even most gods fear this arnament. Arnaments are unlike skills that come with professions. It's like if you worked hard as a chef to make just one certain dish, but was forced to learn others to either make it or to make money to you know, survive. This main dish would be ultimately your 'final' product. Another way to put it, is like a personal shield that you developed doing certain things. Like getting struck by lightning multiple times and live. You would start to either gain a lightning immunity/resistance, or lightning based attacks. You can only get one once, or if you gained reconition and got a DIVINE arnament.

There are absolutely no other living mortal that contains more than one arnament. The reason is. Your body, well DNA, would have already merged together with that certain pattern of the specific object. Gods can only have two because, well they're gods. Their DIVINE Bodies are considered a minor arnament and more of a body characteristic because it comes with their bodies, not a specific action occured to gain it. In better terms, it was as if a sprinter suddenly, in one day, had to become an endurance runner. It would be too sudden and the muscle fibbers couldn't hold it/transform into slow twitch ones.

"AAAAAAAHHH" The classmate passed out from the pain standing.

The entire class was deathly slient as they watched his slow, antagonizing death. Occasionally, they would throw up, not being able to take the sight of their classmate being disected.

The pain was way too much for the classmate and before he had even died from splitting in half, he died from the pain. The god waved his hand and the body disappeared. He turned around with a huge maniacal smile and the classmates who saw this felt a chill go down their spines.

"Now, let's talk about the planet your gonna reincarnate to..."