A Cliché Multiverse Story Chapter 12
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*Ding!*
[—You earned 20XP from killing Level 1 Cursed Undead]
[—You earned 20XP from killing Level 1 Cursed Undead]
[—You earned 20XP from killing Level 1 Cursed Undead]
*Ding!*
[—You learned a new skill 'Dagger Mastery']
[—Dagger Mastery (F-Rank): Increases proficiency with every type of dagger-class weapon, allowing the user to handle them with more ease and gain momentary insight in the weak points of the enemy.]
The dagger equipped in my hands felt awfully natural as if I practiced using it for years.
My posture unconsciously shifted as I raised my right hand and slashed on my instincts. The dagger flowed through the air, creating a beautiful blue trajectory.
This is the power of skill, huh. I, who never practiced dagger art, can become so skillful.
Then, I'mma take the Assassin route!
I shrugged at my own bad sense of humour and pulled out the other dagger embedded zombie's head.
"Asahi-sama, that was so cool!" Aimi said with glittering eyes.
"Thanks, we nee—"
"Attention all students and teachers! Attention all students and teachers! There is a violent struggle occurring all around the school. Students are requested to stay with teachers and follow their instructions!"
"I repeat foll- Arghhhhh!!! HELP! STOP!"
About time this announcement happened. As expected, the miserable screams threw the whole school in turmoil. Even the ground trembled from the rush of hundreds of students.
The front gate was holding on, at least for now, so did the undead entered from the other gates.
We rushed over the stairs and stopped on the second floor. The horde of scared students was storming the student building, but the route to the administrative building lacked any presence except for the few zombies lurking here and there.
I rechecked my status.
Asahi Marikawa Lvl. 1 (88/100XP)
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Age: 17
Race: High Human
Class: Loli Lover, Mature Woman Lover
Attributes:
Strength: 40 (+10)
Dexterity: 50 (+15)
Constitution: 50
Defense: 60
Charm: 130
Magic: 250
Karma: 50698
'The ten percent xp buff is working correctly. Klyscha, can the party share experience?'
(Yes, there is an option to share the experience between the party equally.)
'Please enable it then.'
(Done.)
I also need to check Aimi's stats. Damn, I should have come here a day before. I would have prepared better that way!
With a bit of regret, I charged through the walkway connecting two main buildings. The daggers swiftly slid past the throat and reaped the life of the zombie or undead, whatever these damn things are.
*Ding!*
"We need to hurry, fuck! Let's kill them later!"
Ignoring the notifications, I hurried past the slow undead. And in several moments, I arrived at my desired location.
"Kraaaarr!!!"
However, the swarm of undead was already here, smashing the door, hungry for the prey inside the room.
My grip on the daggers tightened, and disregarding all consequences, I dashed into the horde.
(My love, please calm down, she is alright.)
I wasn't too worried about getting infected. In the first place, it wasn't a virus that caused them to become undead.
It was the result of darkest and forbidden magic.
Necromancy.
Anyone with high magic resistance would be safe, even if an undead bit them multiple times.
This was only one of the changes I made.
While the daggers in my hands slaughtered the undead like no tomorrow, Aimi showed why having a Yandere in a party was a good thing.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
The loud noise attracted all the undead toward her. However, she only looked at me and revealed a radiant smile. The droplets of blood on her face further enhanced it.
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"Asahi-sama, go. I'll keep these stinky zombies busy."
"Idiot, don't go around spouting death flags."
I nodded and threw one of the daggers at her. She pocketed the gun and grabbed the dagger in her left hand.
There will be 'backup' coming in a minute or so.
She closed her eyes and whispered something, and the dagger started to glow with a blue light.
I expected nothing less from my beautiful bodyguard, thinking I faced the zombies going past me as I wasn't here. This quality of them didn't change, huh. These creatures hunted anyone who made a noise.
Just as I stepped forward, the zombies' hand tried to catch me, but I didn't stop and stormed inside the room. The first thing I witnessed happened to be one of the scenes in the anime.
The guy was fending off a zombie with a cane. I quickly stabbed the back of its head and tossed its body outside the room.
My gaze lingered on the scared boy with glasses for a moment before stopping at the tall blonde woman panicking behind him.
"Shizu nee-san!"
She put the finger on her cheeks as her head tilted to the side, and her sleepy light brown eyes gradually widened.
"Aa-kun?"
She was the blood-related nee-san of this body or my pseudo-self. My heart sped up as I walked closer. The memories I had with her were genuine and not a lie, and they were influencing me in a right way.
I always wanted a good sister, not like the meanie ones I had before. They all envied me for the heir position I never wanted.
"Aa-kun, are you hurt?" She noticed the blood on my clothes and began to inspect my body.
She was rather tall, standing at 176cm while my height was 182 or something.
"Thank god, Aa-kun is fun." She patted my head as if treating me like a child. "We need to go out of here."
I had to face the consequences of making this guy too innocent. Girls even gave him the title 'Quiet Prince'. Now, this sexy J-Cup onee-san treated me like a child.
"Asahi-sama!"
Before I could wish to retaliate, my yandere bodyguard interrupted me. I turned around to discover one of my favorite characters in the whole anime standing beside Aimi.
The tall girl with purple hair touching her thighs, while a few strands almost touched her nose, her blue eyes were paired with a beautiful face. She was holding a wooden sword in her hands.
Saeko Busujima, the sadistic onee-san!
Well, she wasn't alone.
Another girl was standing on her left side. Her looks resembled Saeko to the point they'd be called twins, except she wore a pair of intellectual glasses and styled her hair into a ponytail.
It was another one of the twists I made to this world.
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