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Hey. It's Ms. Gsptlsnz, dear old Mxy's wife. Listen, sorry about that night. I'm actually, genuinely sorry about that. You shouldn't have died back then. That's on me and him. He was planning this new prank on Superman with this Phoenix Force from that other superhero verse, and it kinda didn't appreciate him making a copy of it. But don't worry, I fixed most of the mess, and hey, you get a free Phoenix Force superpower in you! Accidentally, 'cause I was already setting up your new character, and it kinda latched on due to you fitting it's copied taste for redheads.
(Better you than me, I guess.)
So, first off: I'll drop in a Gamer System to let the Phoenix Force gradually acclimatize, because you know what happened to sweet little Jeannie when she got the full load all at once. Secondly, I'll be putting you in one of the worlds I've been modifying for... fun. It's rather on the risqué side, but c'mon, I need some manner of entertainment while Mxy keeps ignoring me! Thirdly, I'll set it so that your memories kick in when you're 13, right when you start to think anything you do matters. Don't worry about your little 'friend' down there, it'll still work, I promise. Better than before, even, with a special 'gift' as a freebie. You're welcome~!
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Four years.
Four years since I'd gotten that 'memo' on my thirteenth birthday, along with all of my past-lived memories neatly sorting themselves with my new ones. And now on my seventeenth birthday, I'd so far loved my life as Jimmy Olsen.
Sure, I was an only kid with surprisingly little parental supervision, but my parents were apparently Wayne-level rich and Stoppable-level neglectful. It was of small comfort that Miss Gspy acted a lot more of a mom than my actual mother did. Perhaps it was justified by the fact that there wasn't a single continuity I knew where Jimmy Olsen's actual parents ever showed up for any reason, but nobody, especially me, ever questioned Miss Gspy always presenting herself as my mother after the one time I'd accidentally called her such when I was six.
However, she was still a 5D Imp, no matter how responsible she was compared to Mr. Mxy. She had several needy moments, but was simultaneously hands-off due to actually respecting her people's laws about not messing too much with mortals. So she really only showed up during the holidays and other events that necessitated parental intervention. Additionally, from time to time, she also played... 'pranks'.
The less spoken on those, the better.
But Miss Gspy was unashamedly adoring of me, and Mr. Mxy during the one time he showed up with her... just laughed at me.
"Hahaha! Well, this is a hilarious turnout! Be sure to be Superman's Pal here, too!"
...I'm really glad that his impression of me was mostly positive.
However, today's issue was with neither of the prompt that Miss Gspy had just sent me through the Gamer System, when I'd woken up on my Seventeenth birthday with this hovering above my face, while in an apartment I didn't recognize.
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Rise and Shine, Jimmy! It's time for you to start taking in your superpowers, along with actual combat experience.
Welcome to a Dead End World of Fanservice and Zombies. Please proceed to Fujimi Academy to being your first day, Transfer Student Jimmy Olsen.
Love, Gspy.
Ah, also, here's some instant Japanese language fluency. Additionally...
Countdown to Zombie Outbreak: 32hrs, 40min, 23sec
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"Ow." My brain twitched as I suddenly gained years worth of Japanese language engraved into it within seconds. Still, that was helpful given my new (and hopefully temporary) world.
Just one quick check...
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-:Status:-
Name: James 'Jimmy' Olsen-Asmodeus
Level: 17
EXP: 170/17,999
NRG: 1,700/1,700
STR: 190(D)
VIT: 200(C)
AGI: 160(D)
SNS: 100(D)
SP: 40
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-:Humane Skills(Vigorous Heart, Martial Arts(Rock Crushing Fist of Flowing Water)):-
-:? Skills(?):-
-:Cosmic Skills(Phoenix Force[LOCKED]):-
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Ah, everything seemed as he'd expected it to be. I was fit, but just barely below Batkid-ripped, thanks to healthy exercise, the awesome super martial arts from One Punch Man Miss Gspy directly downloaded into me when I'd asked for it and... the 'risqué' part of attaining EXP. If it wasn't for that, I don't think I would've made it past Lv10 by now, because realistically, I lived a rather peaceful life, especially when with a mansion at Smallville.
But now, it was time for the violence! ...or at least it would be in-
I took another look at the timer that was now constantly at the upper left of my vision.
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Countdown to Zombie Outbreak: 30hrs, 34min, 24sec
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-so, there. I'll just head to school and enjoy the countdown to tomorrow noon.
*KNOCK-KNOCK*
Huh? Weird. Just as I was about to step out, somebody was already knocking? Opening it up, my eyes widened at the sight of Shizuka Marikawa there, very blonde and big-breasted. "We're neighbors?"
"And a good morning to you, too, Jimmy-kun." Shizuka greeted back with a smile, the nurse looking over me with a smile before gesturing for me to follow her. Locking up my door, I did as she directed, following her to her small car and letting her drive us to school. Apparently, she'd seen me 'move in' two evenings ago and was being generous to help me get to school on time. Luckily, I was able to convince not to drop me right in the school, but just a block before it.
I'd rather not get lynched by my future and jealous classmates before the zombies even get a chance. It still didn't stop the gazes I got as Marikawa led me towards the teacher's lounge, where I got from my schedule from Kyoko Hayashi.
"Thankfully, it seems you're already well-versed in Japanese." Hayashi noted with a relieved sigh. "I almost had to rely on Shidou-sensei to provide help with that."
I really hoped that my distaste didn't show, giving the bespectacled teacher a smile. "Of course, Hayashi-sensei. Thank you for your efforts, though."
"Oh, don't worry about it." Hayashi replied with a smile as she readjusted her glasses, even as her cheeks reddened. "It's expected of a teacher, after all."
Heading out, I ignored the stares as I tried to find my class. "3-A... 3-A... Ah, here it is!"
Entering inside, I saw no familiar faces beyond that of Saeko Busujima near the window. Letting the teacher introduce me, I then eased myself into the flow of things. "My name's James Olsen, transferring from the US of A. And no, I'm not here to steal your girls. Although if that does happen, then that's on you, not me. You're the ones with home ground advantage, after all."
"...well, damn." One of the guys muttered, albeit with a grin.
As soon as class ended, I predictably got mobbed- I mean, surrounded.
"Are you really American?"
"Why did you transfer here?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, I'm very American. The reason I'm here is due to my mom. No, I don't have a girlfriend." I finished that last question with a grin at the one who asked it, Toshimi Niki blushing at his gesture. "Anyways, I really had to hit the Japanese language books for this."
"Speaking of which, how can you speak it so fluently, if you don't mind me asking?" Saeko asked from her seat.
"I got hypnotized into knowing it." I replied with the closest thing to the truth while giving a cheeky smirk, which prompted an amused smile from Saeko.
The bell rang, prompting most of the students to groan in unison, especially when the teacher who'd been stupid enough to become Zombie Victim #1 in the first episode entered the classroom.
I had no sympathy for his inevitable death tomorrow.
To my surprise, I got propositioned before I could even go and but some lunch.
"Glukgh! Glukgh! Glukgh!"
I wasn't sure why Miku Yuuki felt the urge to straight up ask if I wanted a blowjob after just introducing herself to me, but I wasn't about to refuse. So there we were, inside one of the sport storage sheds with Miku crouching before me as she bobbed back and forth along my cock.
*BRRRIIIIIING!*
I grunted as the bell rang, cumming in her mouth. Like the slut she was portrayed to be, she never even protested as I'd almost expected her to, instead slurping it all down before pulling back with a satisfied grin while a tendril of my cum connected to her lips.
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+10,000EXP!
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"You taste good. Is it because you're American or just you?" Miku licked her lips clean and winked as she strutted out. "I'll definitely see you again, later."
Watching her hips as she left the shed, I sighed before fixing up my pants and heading back to class.
Time swiftly flew before I found myself taking a scenic route home after school closed for the day. Taking a slow walk the long way home, I soon came upon something unexpected.
"Ha! Look at how piggy he looks!"
"C'mon! Give us another squeal!"
And by unexpected, I mean completely expected. I sighed at the sight of Kohta Hirano surrounded by Tsunoda and a few other students, one of them being Miku and all of them mocking him for some reason. Well, time to do a good deed of the day. "What are you guys doing?"
I let my voice ring out as I approached them, ignoring Kohta's surprised look as I sent a glare at the others. "Well? I hope none of you are deaf."
"You think you're hot shit, damn yankee?" Tsunoda scowled as he stepped towards me, using his greater height to glare down at me.
"What was that?" I mimed as if I was hearing him from far away. "Speak Japanese or English, not Bitch."
Tsunoda snarled and punched at my face, only to reel back with a bloody nose when I used Rock Crushing Fist of Flowing Water to have him hit his own face with twice as much power than he would've hit me with. Grabbing him by his collar, I let Tsunoda hang there while directly holding him up as easily as I could display it to the others, my other hand still in my pocket.
And to make it more humiliating for him, Tsunoda had actually fainted from that.
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+900EXP!
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So low. With my SNS, I could tell that Kohta was stronger than everybody else here, even if his gunmanship skills wasn't quite apparent in his physique. Ah, and the obvious crime of shooting your bullies to death.
"So. Who's next?" I taunted, letting Tsunoda drop. To their credit, none of them immediately bailed, instead spreading out to surround me. "Oh? You could've just run away."
"Are you kidding?" One of the others scoffed. "It's five on one."
"No. You guys have never, if ever, fought somebody who could actually hurt you back." I rebutted. "It'd be a proper five-on-one if you were serious martial artists or dedicated gangsters or the like. But I'm only about to fight a total of three, because two of you made two whole steps away from me when Tsunoda, the strongest one of you all, got taken down in one hit."
Judging by the stares Kohta gave at the guilty almost-runaways, he'd seen it as well. The thug who'd spoken was the first to charge, only to get slapped hard enough to stagger.
"Oooh!" Kohta winced from the side, the girls showing similar expressions.
"D-Did you just slap me?!"
"I could hit you worse, if you want. But it's always fun to bully the bullies." I spoke up, only to dodge back from another one's punches before I slapped him as well just as much strength. Then I did the same to the fourth amongst them, who flinched when I raised my hand for a threatening smack and blocked his face.
And left his stomach open for a kick.
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+700EXP!
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+600EXP!
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+600EXP!
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Looking for the fifth, I blinked at the sight of him fleeing just around the corner of the street and out of sight. "Huh... So it was four-on-one... I guess we were both wrong."
I got nothing but pained groans as their replies as they slowly got away from me, one of them dragging the limp Tsunoda along. I turned to regard Miku and the other girl who were still staring at me with stunned expressions. "What about you? I'm not sure about Japanese etiquette, but I have no issue with hitting girls."
Those words seemed to snap them out of it, Miku and the other girl walking away as well. All around, I could see a few other students at varying points eyeing us. Was this place a popular spot for students to hang around?
"Well, I hope you enjoyed that." I spoke up as I turned to Kohta, the boy snapped out of his awe. "Now that I think about it, they're probably gonna double down on you the next time you meet."
"A-Ah! It's fine, really!" Kohta smiled with a flustered expression. "To be honest, that was pretty cathartic for me to watch."
"I'm James Olsen, but you can call me Jimmy." I stuck out my hand and gave him a smile. "And none of that surname basis stuff for me, okay?"
"Ah, I'm Kohta Hirano." Kohta's glasses shined as he shook my hand enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet you, Jimmy-senpai!"
Senpai? Oh, right, I was a class above him. Same as Saeko's, even. "Awesome, in that case, I've got a job for you, my junior!"
"What do you need me to do, Jimmy-senpai?"
"I have lots of cash and zero parental guidance waiting for me back home, so show the evening life!"
"Hai! I'll take you to all the fun spots, senpai!"
"I can't believe it." Kohta whispered as he regarded me as if I were a holy figure, especially since he'd seen me step out of Shizuka's car and wave her off. "You and Marikawa-sensei are neighbors?!"
"Keep that on the downlow, will you?" I replied. "I don't want to give Miss Marikawa any trouble from the students."
Kohta nodded along with utter seriousness. "Still, I don't think there's much chance of that, seeing that you beat up the people most likely to abuse that information last night. ...on second thought, they are very petty people. I won't tell anybody, Jimmy-senpai."
Speaking of which, we came across Tsunoda just before the school gate, the dyed blond glaring at us while his nose had a bandage over it. "The fuck you looking at, pig?"
Seeing Kohta stiffen up while making himself smaller with him between us, I gave my widest grin to Tsunoda and enjoyed his flinch. "You need something?"
"...you only got lucky." Tsunoda replied. "I do Boxing. If I knew you were a martial artist too-"
"Tsunoda, Boxing. Olsen, Tai Chi." I gestured to him and then myself, before slamming the bottom of my fist against the nearby wall. With C-ranked VIT and almost C-ranked STR, I enjoyed both Kohta and Tsunoda's jaws dropping when a large spiderweb crack formed from the impact. "Just give me a time and place, Tsunoda. You'll lose regardless."
Like the punk he was, Tsunoda backed down when his attempt to bully a perceived weakling failed. Giving an evil cackle, I wrapped an arm around Kohta's shoulder and marched us into the school, leaving Tsunoda behind along with a bunch of stunned students.
To my surprise, nobody came to bother me for the damaged wall. No calls to the teacher's lounge, or some teacher calling me out to the hallway for a standing lecture. Either they didn't care much, or Tsunoda was just unliked enough that none of the students snitched on me due to me giving him a punishment that hurt him a lot more than any of the teachers could give.
...after some consideration, the latter seemed more likely. Especially with all the nerds that had given me bashful but pleased nods and the many girls who kept flirting with me.
Even the main character himself, Takashi Komuro, had given me a high-five as we passed each other in the hallway, on his way to a balcony while I headed away from the bathroom and then bumped into a girl just as I went around the corner.
"Sorry about that." I extended a hand to help her up. "You okay?"
"A-Ah, yes, I'm fine." The girl stammered as she adjusted her glasses after I helped her get up. She had dark blue hair in two long braids, along with a rather fetching figure beneath her uniform. "...um, I saw you break the wall to threaten Tsunoda this morning! I-I think you were great, and I won't tell anybody about it!"
"...thanks." I smiled, enjoying how she blushed at me. I was somewhere just below dashing back home, but apparently as a 'gaijin' or 'yankee', that just made me exotic by Japanese standards.
Especially since I was redhead Jimmy rather than black Jimmy. Or maybe I might've gotten attracted more girls here as black Jimmy... "Hey. Wanna fuck?"
I could see the exact moment her mind blanked. "...yes? I mean, maybe?"
Fumiko Taniuchi, as I later learned her name, wasn't the type to just accept a request like that out of the blue. She was a good little nerd who studied and made her parents proud. But she was also a teenage girl who was curious enough about sex and wanted her first time to be as idealistic as possible. And as a handsome foreigner who intimidated the local bully and was nice to everybody else, she realized no instant demerit in accepting and spoke up before her brain could catch up.
Naturally, I didn't let her brain catch up once I herded her back into the bathroom I just left.
"Um... Ah~"
Fumiko's skirt was thrown down to her ankles while she covered her mouth with one hand, trying not to cry out in ecstasy. Her other hand had a tight grip on the sink, raising herself on her toes to meet each of my thrusts. I could feel her inner walls pulsing around my cock as my climax reached closer as I kneaded one of her ample breasts in the meantime, trails of fluid leaking down her legs.
Wet claps echoed inside the bathroom, which somehow stayed unoccupied despite the noises. I had a sneaky suspicion that Miss Gspy had a hand with me never suffering any issues like that, but I'd never tried to confirm it for obvious reasons.
(How would you ask the closest thing you had to a parent if she was a voyeur, especially when she was an immortal reality warper?)
"Aah~! I'm cumming, Jimmy-kun~!" Fumiko squealed before I moved the hand on her hip to wrap it beneath her breasts, shoving my cock deeper into her as I pulled her upwards. Fumiko shuddered as she came once more, her trembling pushing me over the edge and prompting me to release my own load deep into her before pulling out. Whether or not she was okay with it, Fumiko never stated as she slumped down against the sink, our fluids trickling down her thighs and onto the light-blue panties with royal-blue lace around her ankles.
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+50,000EXP!
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Asmodean Achievement: Senpai Noticed Me!(Dominate a girl of lower vocational status)
+60,000EXP!
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Level Up: 17 → 22
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+100SP!
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-:Status:-
Name: James 'Jimmy' Olsen-Asmodeus
Level: 22
EXP: 22,975/22,999
NRG: 2,200/2,200
STR: 190(D)
VIT: 200(C)
AGI: 160(D)
SNS: 100(D)
SP: 140
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-:Humane Skills(Vigorous Heart, Martial Arts(Rock Crushing Fist of Flowing Water)):-
-:? Skills(?):-
-:Cosmic Skills(Phoenix Force[LOCKED]):-
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Oh. Another of these? Thanks to my mystery surname, these often popped up whenever I crossed a particularly sexual milestone. It'd only happened twice so far, but having this right before the zombie apocalypse was really convenient. Especially with me jumping five whole levels in one go.
Pulling her arm and down onto her back, Fumiko squeaked when I smoothly unbuttoned her shirt and pressed my still erect cock between her breasts.
"Just one more for the road." I began thrusting against her soft breasts as I knelt over her stomach, my cock having plenty of lubrication to slip between her cleavage. Blushing cutely, Fumiko leaned upwards to kiss the tip as whenever it got close enough, pressing her breasts together with her bra helping out.
It wasn't long before I coated her breasts with my cum, splattering her chin and lips a little. "Good job."
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+10,000EXP!
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Level Up: 22 → 23
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+20SP!
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-:Status:-
Name: James 'Jimmy' Olsen-Asmodeus
Level: 23
EXP: 9,976/23,999
NRG: 2,300/2,300
STR: 190(D)
VIT: 200(C)
AGI: 160(D)
SNS: 100(D)
SP: 160
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-:Humane Skills(Vigorous Heart, Martial Arts(Rock Crushing Fist of Flowing Water)):-
-:? Skills(?):-
-:Cosmic Skills(Phoenix Force[LOCKED]):-
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That seemed to encourage Fumiko a lot, licking my cock clean before she even thinks to regard herself. Normally I would've helped her with that, but the timer at the corner of my vision reminds me of something important to do.
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Countdown to Zombie Outbreak: 00hrs, 4min, 24sec
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It's almost time.
"That was fun." I marveled at the sight as I dressed myself up. "Let's do thing again some other time. Oh, and I'll make sure nobody enters here until you come out."
I didn't wait for her reply before I left and stood outside, just in time to get another prompt.
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Having Levelling Up into the 20s, you've finally become eligible for superpowers, Jimmy. Before you get into the Phoenix Force Skills, you have the options of ESP or magic. You can have both, but one must come before the other. State your preferences.
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Hmm... ESP or magic... Tough choice, to be honest. But considering that I wanted to adopt the Superhero alias 'Flamebird' later on... Plus, fire magic has rarely failed in the extermination of the undead. "Fire magic first, then telekinesis."
I felt a weird warmth in me. Was my personal Phoenix Force pleased with my choice? What a giddy little birdie.
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Boring. Fire magic's fine, but c'mon. Choose another ESP power. Telekinetics are so here and there nowadays.
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Really? DC didn't seem to have much of them. Huh... Well, then my second choice would be spatiokinesis.
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Wow. That'll be a little tough to parse through, but there's no such thing as a 5D Imp who doesn't love a challenge.
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Fire Spellcraft acquired! Ignition Snap unlocked! Now go forth, kill some zombies, get laid, entertain me, and most importantly... Go. Have! FUN!
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...sure thing, Mum.
Giving a nod as a freshened up Fumiko stepped out of the bathroom, blushing heavily but smiling as she walked away, I turned around and made my way towards Shizuka's infirmary. A minute later, the intercom came on with a predictable mass panic-inducing message.
"Attention, all students! Violence has broken out on campus! Students should evactuate the campus according to their teachers' instructions. I repeat. Violence has broken out on campus! Violence has broke- wait! What are you doing?! Stop! Get away! No! SOMEONE, HEL-"
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Countdown to Zombie Outbreak: 00 hrs, 0min, 00sec
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I stepped into the infirmary and locked it behind me just as the screams began, stepping towards Shizuka as she woke up. "Miss Shizuka, get your stuff. We're leaving."
"Eh? Jimmy-kun?" Shizuka yawned cutely. "What's going on?"
"The school's under attack from... zombies." I resisted the urge to snicker when I saw Shizuka actually try and comprehend the last word of that sentence. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but most of our teachers and a good number of students are already dead and spreading. You only need to look outside to confirm my words."
While Shizuka did so and briefly panicked, I turned my attention back to the door as panicking students rushed past.
"Um, what about the police or the fire department?" Shizuka asked as she rummaged around.
"It's been happening allover the city, too." I replied. "They can't help. Right now, our priority should be escaping the school at least."
"Oh, so you came for me since we're friends~" Shizuka said with a cheer.
"And because of your car." I added, chuckling at her cute pout. "With it, both of us, along with Kohta if we run into him, can hopefully get away before it's too late."
A crack took back my attention to the door, a zombie banging it's head against the glass window in it. In it's third try, it smashed the door open. I winced at the sight of my first zombie in-universe, or ever to be honest. The guy's skin was sickly purple, his eyes unfocused while blackish red blood bubbled and dribbled from the huge gash on his forearm.
"Sorry about this. [Ignition Snap]." I extended my left hand forth and snapped my fingers, a fiery orange spark racing forward and igniting the zombie immediately. To my relief, it collapsed into ashes in seconds.
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+3,000EXP!
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It worked! Left hand for precise incinerations! Right hand for explosive detonations! Just as I remembered it from the anime!
"Wh-What was that?" Shizuka gawked at me and the pile of ashes that used to be a zombie.
"I'll explain later. Keep packing." I urged her as a few more zombies, kicking the first one back into the ones behind them before using an Ignition Snap to incinerate them all in one shot. However, this finally kicked in something I should've earlier realized. "Hey, why hasn't the school's sprinkler system kicked in yet?"
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+3,000EXP!
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+3,000EXP!
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+3,000EXP!
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"Some of the pipes are rusty and need to be changed." Shizuka answered. "The plumber for them supposed to come fix them... today..."
"...right. I'll be careful not to start a school fire." I muttered as I heard another pair of footsteps approaching, sighing in relief at the sight of Saeko with her bloodstained wooden sword. "Yo, Busujima!"
"Olsen." Saeko greeted back, giving a curious glance at Shizuka. "You prioritized her, then?"
"On top of Miss Marikawa having very little combat instinct, I have a plan to leave that needs her." I answered as I regarded Saeko's figure. As expected, the only blood on her was just the one she'd personally spilt this afternoon. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I looked back to see Shizuka ready to go. "Alright then, to the teachers' lounge."
"The teachers' lounge?" Saeko repeated as she joined our duo, clearing the way ahead while I watched our backs. "What a difficult suggestion you two are making."
"My car keys are there." Shizuka protested, before cringing as Saeko casually shoved another zombie aside and away from them with her wooden sword. "Why aren't you killing them? It seems easy for you two..."
"Stopping to crush all of their heads is a waste of energy." Saeko replied as she peered around the corner. "We'd get surrounded quickly enough if we become unable to advance."
"Plus, they're zombies with that annoying characteristic of having their body limiters switched off." I added. "Remember that despite locking the infirmary door, just one of them broke through by slamming against it no more than three times."
"I see..." Shizuka said as she took a step forward, her shoe catching on a loose rug and dropping her down to her knees and butt. "Oh, jeez! What was that?"
"Such fashion is unsuitable for running." Kneeling before her, Saeko seized Shizuka's skirt and tore it up to her hip, revealing the frilly bands of a lacy pair of purple panties.
Shizuka squealed in shock. "This is a brand name skirt!"
"Tell me, which do you value more?" Saeko deadpanned at the buxom blonde. "Your clothing or your life?"
"...both!" Shizuka hissed angrily.
"So greedy." I commented, all of us pausing when a loud bang sounded from nearby, followed by some following noises that sounded not quite like gunshots... But given this location... "Let's go."
"AIIEEEEE!"
And there was Saya Takagi, reinforcing my hunch and hastening our movements. Soon enough, we arrived to see her using a mechanical drill into a zombie's head. In unrelated news, we ran into Takashi and Rei at that exact moment as well.
"GO AWAAAAAY!"
But her hysterics and the hammer drill had just attracted more of them, prompting them to act quickly. "Olsen and I will take the right!"
Hearing the other two give their assent, I rushed forward and landed a roundhouse kick against the zombie's head, launching it clean off while Saeko quickly laid out the other two zombies before us.
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+3,000EXP!
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Level Up: 23 → 24
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+20SP!
Quench unlocked!
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-:Status:-
Name: James 'Jimmy' Olsen-Asmodeus
Level: 24
EXP: 977/24,999
NRG: 2,400/2,400
STR: 190(D)
VIT: 200(C)
AGI: 160(D)
SNS: 100(D)
SP: 180
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-:Humane Skills(Vigorous Heart, Martial Arts(Rock Crushing Fist of Flowing Water), Fire Spellcraft(Ignition Snap, Quench)):-
-:? Skills(?):-
-:Cosmic Skills(Phoenix Force[LOCKED]):-
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Once they were all dead, Rei immediately ran over to the shuddering Saya. "Takagi-san! Are you okay?"
"M-Miyamoto..." Saya continued to tremble as Shizuka raced to her as well, inadventently knocking down Kohta.
"Kohta! You're alive!" I gleefuly extended a hand for Kohta to pull himself up with, helping him pick up his dropped drill-gun. "Did you make this?"
"Y-Yeah." Kohta adjusted his glasses with some pride. "But it was Takagi-san who gave me the idea anyways. Without her, I would've totally panicked and gotten killed..."
While I knew all that, I still cast a (false) doubtful stare at her. "Are you sure?"
Kohta bumped my arm weakly. "Don't be mean, Jimmy-senpai."
"I won't." I replied.
"We are all acquainted with the school nurse, Dr Marikawa, yes?" Saeko stepped forward to introduce herself. "I am Saeko Busujima of 3-A."
"Transfer student at the same class, James Olsen." I spoke up. "But you guys can call me Jimmy. No need for that last name stuff."
"I'm Takashi Komuro from 2-B." Takashi stated, his bloody bat hanging loosely from his hand.
"You're the same Busujima-senpai who won at the national championship last year?" Rei noted. "I'm Rei Miyamoto, from the Sojutsu Club."
"I'm, um, Kohta Hirano from 2-B, too."
"A pleasure to meet all of you." Saeko gave them all a nice smile.
I ignored the following conversation to check out the nearby glass doors, standing near Takashi. "How bad is it from here to the parking lot?"
"Pretty bad." Takashi replied. "You got a plan?"
"...well, it'll have to be adjusted for this many people now-"
"DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M STUPID! I'M A GENIUS!" Saya's shriek killed our conversation, the two of us regarding the pinkette's breakdown. "I can do anything once I put my mind to it! I'm... I'm..."
"Saya Takagi." I spoke up as I approached her, patting her shoulder before she even noticed me approach her. "Nobody here is mocking you."
Saya trembled as she slowly regarded me before her attention moved to the large mirror at her side, tears starting to build up as she regarded her bloodstained self in disbelief. "Look at how dirty I am... I need to tell Mama to get it cleaned..."
She continued to shake like a leaf as Shizuka also put a hand on her other shoulder. That seemed to do it, as she slackened and turned to Shizuka, placing her head into the blonde woman's bosom. Sniffles rang through the air, before she devolved into full-on, heart wrenching sobs as Shizuka embraced her while she slowly lowered them both to their knees. The rest of us could only look on solemnly as the prideful girl completely broke down in the nurse's arms.
"Think it'll hold?" Takashi asked as he set down the last of the barricade against the teachers' lounge door.
"It better." I nudged one of the tables closer to the other, securing it a little more. By now, we'd managed to block off the door while the girls rested as much as they could, or at least sit down and let the tension out.
"I believe we are all exhausted." Saeko said from the seat she'd all but sagged into. "Let us rest here for a short while."
My C-ranked VIT meant that it would take a lot more than this to actually exhaust me, but I followed her advice regardless. Still, that brief interaction regarding Saya's glasses brought a chuckle out of me.
"Jimmy...-san," Meh, close enough. "what was your plan again?"
"My plan was to have Miss Marikawa drive us out of here in her car, with Kohta along for the ride. At least, that was the initial version." Answering Takashi's question, I gestured towards the plaque holding numerous keys. "Considering our increased numbers, I'm hoping we could take one of those buses I saw earlier."
Kohta peeked out the closed shutters. "They're still here! But there's also a lot of those things..."
"Zombies, Kohta." I sighed. "Call them as you see them."
"That covers us getting out, but where would we go?" Shizuka questioned.
"To check on our families, if you don't mind." Takashi spoke up. "Let's stop by everyone's home going from closest to furthest. And if we have to, we'll help our families too. Once we're done, we'll find a safe place to stay."
"Well, I've got no family members here in the city, so I've got no problem with that." I replied.
Further discussion halted as Rei started to freak out minutely. "What the... hell is this?"
We looked at her, seeing her head inclined upwards to the TV. Saeko grabbed the remote and raised the volume.
"...government has started to do something about this ongoing revolt. However, the politicians-"
"Revolt?!" Takashi snarled as he gawked at the news reporter. "They're calling this a revolt?!"
Saeko changed the channel to another live report.
"The number of deaths in the Saitama Prefecture already exceeds 10,000." Shizuka winced at that. "The prefectural governor has declared a state of emergency-" A loud crack sounded, making the news anchor flinch and look to her right. "Just now, the police opened fire! But what are they shooting at?!" The camera turned to two body bags (which were clearly supposed to be filled with unmoving bodies) sitting up, before being shot by the police. And things just went from bad to worse, as the news anchor visibly started to panic, and the camera work went very shaky. "What?! No, Stay away! H-Help me!" Her screams as she was approached by one of the dead rang through the air, followed by increasingly hysterical pleas for someone to save her.
The feed then went dead following a terrified scream and the camera being dropped, showing a badly mangled leg coming into view for a brief moment. Static filled the screen.
I let my head bang against the table, the noise preceding my lowly spoken swear in the silent room. "Fuck."
Why had I considered this place fun in the first place?
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Boobs and panty shots, my dear. Boobs and panty shots.
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KingVessel: ...too many ideas. I couldn't help myself.