The noise of the window shattering as goblins jumped into the classroom was deafening, accompanied by the sound of zombies foolishly banging on the door with their bodies.
Seven goblins landed on the floor, their eyes immediately fixed on their selected prey.
From the windows they had just broken through, more zombies could be seen climbing, tearing their hands and bodies in the process, but they continued because they could not feel pain.
The scene was terrifying and bloodcurdling for the students who were already horrified. Some took frightful steps away, and John's trembling fingers let go of his relic.
"Everyone, use your fate now and fight for your lives. The goblins have three major weak points: their head, mainly their orifices and their neck, their chest because of their heart, and lastly, their stomach. Whatever you do, try to aim for the parts I mentioned. Now, attack, do not be whiny pussies!"
Desmond's voice thundered amidst the chaos, jolting the students from their fear.
The speech was immediate and triggering, but in the current situation it did not function right away.
Nonetheless, although they were scared, none of them wanted to die.
So they reacted.
Seeing the students move, the goblins began their onslaught, and the class soon became a concealed battlefield.
John picked his bow and lifted it with trembling hands before he pulled the string with all the strength he could muster.
Once the arrow appeared, he fired it at a goblin calmly marching in his direction.
While the shot was successful, it only pierced its shoulder, missing its neck which he had originally targeted.
The goblin, mildly wounded and enraged, broke into a mad charge toward him.
John shivered, and his grasp on his relic weakened once more and it fell.
Cold sweat broke from his face as he stepped backward and tripped on the chair behind him.
Fortunately, the student close to him—a black-haired, tall, and lean boy—reacted quickly.
He grabbed a nearby chair with ease, even though it was heavy and should have been impossible to lift so easily.
Thanks to his fate, which was a warrior-type talent with an innate skill called Lion's Strength—such a feat was possible.
Without wasting a single moment, he swung the chair at the goblin.
The goblin was sent crashing into the seats behind him, its face mangled and swollen from the impact.
Nearby, another student, back against the wall and shivering, released a fireball at a goblin rushing at him.
Another student beside him was engaged in fist-to-fist combat against his predator.
At the front of the classroom, three black birds the size of a hawk could be seen attacking a single goblin.
It was the handiwork of Rowan.
Having understood his skill, he stood and observed the battle while giving instructions to the beasts he had summoned.
His hands waved in the air, and his mouth muttered orders at the three birds he had summoned.
At the same time, Desmond, whose hands were wrapped in a misty, blood-red glow like a gauntlet, punched a goblin to death.
[You've slayed X1 goblin. You've gained 15 EXP]
[ You've leveled up ]
[ Level 0 ---- Level 1 ]
[0.45 L of blood has been absorbed and stored]
[ Blood Bank is filled up. ]
As the notification ended, a visible but very faint white glow enveloped Desmond's body and lasted for a few seconds.
As the glow elapsed, his body felt a lot stronger and more energized.
Only Rowan managed to notice the glow amidst the chaos.
"I leveled up," Desmond explained.
Rowan reacted with mouth agape.
Desmond did not remain fixed on the spot after killing his opponent and began moving towards his next target.
"Although the zombies are weaker, they are more trouble to face than the goblins. Even the tiniest scratch from them would turn others into a zombie after one hour unless they consume a Solvite or spend one hundred apocalypse coins," he muttered.
Unfortunately, those two were exactly what the students lacked at this moment.
Solvite would not appear until two days from now, and they would only receive one hundred apocalypse coins as a reward for surviving the first chapter of the apocalypse.
Anyone who was infected by the zombie virus now would die.
Thus, as the only one with the knowledge to prevent casualties and effectively slay the annoying undead, he decided to act.
He arrived at the window where the zombies had begun to pour into the classroom.
One of them had already successfully made its way inside and was currently lying on the ground with its severed limbs—a result of its foolish attempt to enter the classroom.
Without mercy, he activated Blood Swipe and swung his hand.
A sharp arc of condensed blood appeared and sliced through the zombie's neck, decapitating it and killing it on the spot.
His eyes then returned to the window where four zombies were swiping their rotten claws at him to catch him.
He took two cautious steps backward and waited for a few seconds for the cooldown to elapse before activating Blood Strike once more.
[You've slayed X3 zombie. You've gained 30 EXP]
[0.1 L of blood has been absorbed and stored]
[Blood bank is filled up]
The fourth of the three zombies survived the attack with only a small cut on the shoulder, which it ignored and continued climbing onward before Desmond killed it with a single punch to the skull.
At the same time, John successfully took down his first opponent.
After his first successful kill, his timidness reduced a bit.
Around him, the other students were holding their ground against the last two goblins from the initial seven.
Two were magic-type talent owners who fired spells at their opponents. The last one was being beaten to death by the student who had assisted him earlier.
His eyes met the window where other zombies had begun pouring into the class.
He spotted Desmond, and his eyes shone with an indiscernible glint before he lifted his bow, pulled the strings, and fired an arrow in his direction.