I Didn't Choose the Gangsta System, the Gangsta System Chose Me

Joren ran and wherever he went, it was just ghosts everywhere.

"Boo~"

"Boo~"

"Boo~"

The place was filled with a cacophony of the ghost\'s only language. Joren looked around and wanted to thank someone that he could just pass through the ghosts. He was no longer freaked out about them.

The opposite was happening, actually. These ghosts were freaked out about him.

He looked at the doors and found out that each room was bigger than the average college classroom. It\'s like a theater room filled with ghosts. Although he was not longer freaked out about them, it still felt strange since this all was still new to him.

"Class 10... class 10..." he looked and at the very edge, he found it. The most rundown of all rooms.

He peeked and saw that, unlike other rooms, this one has fewer ghosts. These ghosts were more transparent and have more missing limbs and so. But even though they were fewer, Joren figured out that there are at least a hundred of them there.

Each of them was seated at the ascending platforms. Each step has a row of long desks and chairs.

Upon stepping in, the floor creaked and the ghosts\' attention all focused towards him.

\'I feel like if I jumped, I will break the flooring.\' Joren thought as he carefully threads the flooring.

"A human?"

Joren frowned as he heard a voice from his behind. Along with it is the feeling of someone\'s breath touching his nape.

Sniff* Sniff* he heard.

Instantly feeling the creeps, Joren turned around to see a creature. He froze as he was very familiar with this creature, who is not? It\'s always in fantasy fictional stories. Its image is widely known.

A horse with a long horn on its head...

"A unicorn..?" Joren muttered in mesmerization. But soon popped out of it when he saw that this white unicorn was wearing a teacher\'s uniform. Most of its body to its front limbs were clothed in grey buttoned shirt and the rest to its hind legs wore black pants.

Joren\'s jaw dropped.

"What are you doing here, human?" the unicorn placed its head upon Joren\'s forehead.

But instead of being intimidated, Joren felt creeped out for unknown reasons.

"What a scary look you\'re giving. You want to mount me? It can be done if I mount you first." the unicorn said. Its eyes were filled with desire while its voice was unusually gentle as if what it said was an offer.

"... what?"

"Boo..?"

<... what?>

"You know what I mean. I\'m a unicorn, you want me to fuck you, right?"

Joren\'s whole body stiffened before he retreated a few steps back while muttering.

"Nonononono!"

"Neigh!" the unicorn gracefully neighed as it stood up, its hair flowing onto the hair. It got back down and passionately looked at Joren.

"I like you... once you\'ve overcome your shyness, just tell, okay, sweetheart?"

The unicorn then strode towards the teacher\'s desk. It stood up and its gentleness melted, it then gave a sterned expression.

"Okay, attention!"

The soft gentle manly voice earlier vanished and the unicorn shouted as if its a military drill instructor.

"I\'m your teacher for today!"

Joren sat on the very back, scared of getting near the "teacher"

<Well, that was weird.>

\'Wow, what a hypocrite.\' Joren finally relaxed as he arranged his things, taking out a pen and a notebook. He was a very diligent student back then, but not that he was seen as one.

\'I wonder what kind of teaching methods they have here.\'

"I was your teacher yesterday too. But since each and every one of you are dumb as fuck, I will have to reintroduce myself... again!" the unicorn then stood up on its hind legs as if it was humanoid and from under the desk, he took a stick of chalk.

"Booo~~" all the ghosts sounded. None knew if they were apologizing or they were actually booing their teacher.

Joren raised an eyebrow. He remembered that he is at the lowest of the lowest classes. His classmates, the ghosts that were scared of him that no one sat beside him, seemed pretty dumb.

<These ghosts seemed to be the weakest of all types.> the fish talked to his head.

{Why?} Joren wrote on the notebook.

But the fish did the respond. Joren propped the notebook to stand up and near for the fish for it to read. He even pointed at it but to no avail.

Joren could only roll his eyes and just let go of the matter.

A few seconds later.

<It\'s because the more vivid and closer they are to the original people they have consumed, the stronger they are. There are ghosts strong enough to seem like a complete human. Their strength though can match god-like creatures.>

A glint of amazement flashed by Joren\'s eyes after his initial surprise by the fish\'s delayed response.

Meanwhile, after that exchange, the unicorn seemed to had yet written anything on the board. The problem is, he had hooves instead of hands, and just taking the piece of chalk made him frustrated.

"Fucking ghosts, fucking school, fucking principal, fucking chalk! Finally!" the unicorn smiled as he finally got the piece of chalk and got it stuck between his pair of hooves.

He slowly turned around.

"Careful... careful..."

Creak* Crash*

His left hind leg suddenly went down as the floor broke before the piece of chalk could even touch the board.

"Neigh!!" the unicorn "roared" in anger.

"I\'m already in the lowest class! What are they going to do to me?! Exile me!? As if they can do that!" with a wave of his long face, a curved rainbow traveled from his horn to the board.

"Ehem!" he groaned and pointed with his horn, "Today, I\'m going to using magic to reintroduce myself... again! So listen carefully, fetus-minded creatures."

"Boo~~"

"Shut up! Okay, as you can see, I\'m a unicorn. However, I\'m not a unicorn!"

"Boo~~... boo?"

The ghosts looked at each other but found that others were almost invisible because they were too transparent. Eventually, they gave up trying to sympathize with each other.

"Same reaction, huh..." the unicorn rolled his eyes and used his horn to point at the board.

[Unicorn] was what was written on it.

"However, I\'m a different race from your average Unicorns. Instead of Uni, you put Homo, like this." the unicorn explained carefully, not wanting to be misunderstood.

[Homocorn]

\'Homocorn? Maybe it\'s like with humans, homo sapiens... he seemed pretty intelligent although very creepy.\' Joren nodded in understanding.

"Then, instead of corn, you write sexual."

[Homosexual]

"Pft!" Joren almost choked on nothing when he heard it.

"This is a special breed of unicorns and are very rare."

<Yes, they are rare indeed. They are minorities, after all.> the fish commented on the unicorn\'s explanation.

"So you can call me Mister Jack."

\'That was pretty normal.\' Joren thought.

"Also, my surname is Kingoff." Mister Jack continued.

\'Is this a joke!?\'

<Weird guy.>

But Mister Jack soon laughed out loud and corrected.

"It\'s not actually Kingoff. Who had a surname like that? No, my real surname is just King, no off. That would be pretty weir-."

Boom*

Right when Joren was about to face palmed himself, an explosion happened.

"Boo~" the ghost were startled, obvious from the change of their tone.

"W-who!?" Mister Jack looked at the intruder who destroyed the fragile wooden floor.

"Sorry, Mister Jack, I\'m late." a heavy voice resounded and when the dust settled, it revealed a giant humanoid figure. It was not a ghost since it has a large muscular figure. But the most peculiar thing it had was it having a bull for its head.

\'A minotaur!?\' Joren was startled by the sudden appearance of a rather dangerous being. But hearing the minotaur speak, he was less warry.

"Oh, it\'s the moron minotaur. You\'re already late, get out of here!" Mister Jack angrily replied, "And you\'ll work later to repair the wall, do you understand me!?"

The minotaur frowned but seemed apologetic.

"Okay, Mister Jack! It\'s just that the door is too small for me."

"I don\'t care, get out!"

The minotaur bowed before he then went around and-

Boom*

"Goddamn it, Minos!" Mister Jack shouted, "Come back here!"

Boom*

Minos, the minotaur peeked his head in, making the third hole on the wall.

"Yes, Mister Jack?"

".... used the door next time. Just destroy that one part." Mister Jack whispered in defeat.

Boom* Minos then entered, making the third hole bigger. He went around and towards the door. He opened it and went out Boom*

"I didn\'t...- I didn\'t mean now, you moron!" Mister Jack face-hooved himself when a green face peeked through one of the holes Minos created.

"Class 6...? This? 6?"

"Huh? Who is it this time?" Mister Jack looked and saw a handsome young man. The unicorn\'s tail wagged and its face went gallant. However, upon closer look, the young man was green with a chunk of his head on the back missing.

He had a lot of stitches all over his body and his left arm was only a bone.

\'Now, a zombie?\' Joren had long expected the unexpected so he didn\'t react that much.