"Man, fuck goblins."
And what made Flint hate goblins so much that he had to mutter that? He did not know, sometimes you just have to curse an entire race to let off some steam.
His entire world is being changed to relieve some accursed god's boredom, so his frustration wasn't completely unfounded.
But then, something clicked in Flint's mind. A question popped up as he went to reach for the door handle. Why did the goblins not attack everyone in the auditorium? 'Some sort of safe zone? A restriction imposed maybe…? Then that means...' Flint now had a bit of hope in finding whether his dad was alive or not, now banking on the existence of that of 'safe zones' and hoped that his dad managed to find one or was already in one.
Shaking his head, Flint focused back at the task in hand. 'But then why didn't I receive a prompt when I left, I can't even see the classic green light surrounding an area signifying that it's a safe zone...F*ck it, can't meet that geezer if I'm dead. First priority is to complete this damn tutorial,' he thought.
Opening the door, Flint found all eyes facing him, well to be more exact, where he was standing. Most of their expressions were that of fear and shock. Well who could blame them? The door just swung open all of a sudden while monsters were roaming their school.
'Ah right, I'm still in stealth...'
Turning off , Flint walked foward awkwardly, turned around and closed the door, not wanting a repeat from what happened with the goblin accident.
Clearing his throat, Flint asked in a rather awkward manner, "Can someone uhh, tell me where I can find the principal?"
"He should be at the backstage area with the teachers," answered a purple haired girl.
"Ah, thanks for the info."
'Who is she? New student? Hmm, maybe the class she got changed her hair or somethin. Argh, focus! Not on her boobs dammit! Woah, they're atleast an E cu- F*CK! I fear that if I look at her anymore I might become what I detest the most. Focus on meeting the teachers dammit.'
Shaking his head, he quickly left to see the teachers leaving a bunch of confused students behind.
All they saw was Flint having a shocked look when he looked at the purple haired girl's breasts, only to change to that of a face when you're having an existential crisis and then pretended nothing happened as he left.
As he walked, the boy remembered about why the goblins didn't attack them, thinking, 'No new prompts appeared when I entered, *Sigh* so many damn questions and so few answers.' While he was engrossed in his thoughts, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Why the long face eh?"
Flint immediately jumped in fright as he felt the hand grab his shoulder, only to relax as he recognized who spoke.
"You sure as hell know how to surprise people, maybe tone it down and announce who you are y'know?"
"You're one to talk, you almost gave everyone a heart-attack with that entrance of yours."
"*Cough* So what didya tell the teachers?"
"Not much, just that you got lucky and received an scout based class with a skill called , and your plan of checking the amount of goblins on the ground floor."
"How did they react to the news?"
"They were just happy that they got a safe way of getting information on our enemies after I gave them a basic rundown on what the skill did. But they would've figured it out anyway from the name alone, honestly."
"What 'bout the principal? Wasn't he part of the military before?"
"Dunno, he had a blank expression the entire time."
"Everytime he lectured me last year, *shivers*, I may suffer from PTSD if he lectures me again..."
"Yea, we should start moving now. Don't want to keep them waiting even more now eh?"
Nodding his head, Flint followed Jake as they go to the backstage of the auditorium.
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The piercing gazes of his teachers directed at him and Jake coupled with the silence that engulfed the room made for the perfect recipe for an awkward atmosphere.
But it didn't last for long as a person decided to speak, during which his voice resounded throughout the room.
"So? What did you find?"
Flint looked at where the voice was coming from, a nervous smile forming as he laid eyes with the person seated at the end of the long table.
The figure looked to be in his sixties, he had a clean beard around his jawline, stopping at his adam's apple, his vibrant blue eyes exuded life unbefitting of his age, his hair was neat and tidy and had a strand standing upwards. His usual blue suit was nowhere to be seen, replaced with a white buttoned shirt and some black pants. His demeanor was serious, but you could see a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Flint explained what happened and the information he found from walking around the ground floor.