She's a WHAT?!

Prologue

"Ma'am, what's your blood type?" the female nurse asks, holding a clipboard while her pen was clutched tight to her palm, waiting for her to reply.

She furrowed her eyebrows and scrunched up her nose at the question. "You insolent mortal dare seek such classified information?! Why, you... Your statement justifies my assumptions of you being a Rank-A assassin of Zorthod--mpf!" Geez, this woman is a pain in the ass.

"Get your hands of the princess, you filthy human!" Codox, or should I say, loli princess's fish guardian or something, glares at me and pulls off some mixture of karate, jiujitsu, and taekwondo secret moves on my already-too-whopped ass infront of the poor, confused nurse.

Man, I hate my life.

"Hey, hey! Chill out, fish dude!" I growled. To which, ofcourse, he replies with a cold expression and holds out his palms, forming blackish fire blazing balls, thus turning the perplexed nurse into a "i've completely gone insane" conclusion. "Ok, ok." I raise my hand out in defeat before he could burn this whole place on fire.

I turn to Seraphina. "Look, she's not an agent, assassin warrior or whatever you're thinking. Nurses here on Earth don't attack you or anything infact, they do... the opposite of that exactly." I try to explain to her as quickly as possible, fixing my gaze on her unconvinced stare. "Besides, they don't have half the strength you guys have. Even for human standards, nope." I added.

"Hey!" the nurse retorts.

"Shut up miss! Can't you see I'm saving the fate of mankind here??" I scowl at her and sigh at my situation. Damn my life.

"Fine." Seraphina gives in and I stare at her in disbelief. IT'S ABOUT TIME, KID. She motions to Codox who gives her a questioning look.

"Your majesty," he protests and I cringe at the scene of how vulnerable his voice sounds in reply to her orders. Pedo confimed. Now that's just nasty why the heck, brain. *brainpalm*

He grunts before shooting me a death glare like they were flaming arrows that were suppose to kill me. "X negative 5486, 4th Class." 

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, my face warped up in confusion.

He grunts and Seraphina speaks for him before he could utter a word. "X negative 5486, 4th class." she repeats, coating each word with a hard end. I stared at her both in awkwardness and in disbelief of the literally most insane messed-up "blood type" I have ever heard. It took a few exchanged glances before realizing those 2 were dead serious.

"That shit doesnt even exist!!" I cried out, breaking the awkward silence.

That frikking 6"5 then grabs me by the collar, hoisting me up to the ground. His expression was hell itself, sending chills to my spine and probably also killing half of the living daylights in my pubescent eyes with the jet black pupils and red corneas. In some situations where my life wasn't in danger, this would be pretty sick and cool to watch which, unfortunately, isn't the case for me.   

Right now you readers are probably thinking "Where the heck is this story leading to?" or "What's with the lameass MC?" Folks, WELCOME TO MY CRAPPY LIFE! *throws confetti*