In the event of death, there is a 1:10,000 chance that you will reincarnate in a world not your own and Retain your Ego; that is, your memories and Mental Self.
In that chance, there is a 1:10,000 chance that you will be given some sort of ability; the basic types are skills, or maybe talent, and these are called Classes, such as the famous 'Hero' to the infamous 'Maou' or 'Demon King'.
Then, there's... well, then there's James. James is an idiot savant, essentially, and so, thinking it's a dream and that he'll wake up soon anyway, he chooses 'nothing'.
He simply refuses to choose, and sits around in the Spirit Realm, meditating, for 100,000 years; in this way, he develops his own skills, instead of accepting one from the Gods.
Now, there's no going back.
After all, I didn't say his luck was 'Good' Luck, Did I?
Book 1
He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother...
All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...?
[Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you!
I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that.
[BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story]
***A couple scenes to whet your palate***
1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?"
"N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them."
2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation.
[warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]