Yeager glanced at his friends with a hint of unease, as he could not believe what he had just heard. "Did you guys hear that?"
"Y--- Yes, I did," Annie answered, but there was a hint of fear. For the first time, her cold facade had slightly cracked.
"What the hell was that?" Albert, being the laid-back type, was able to maintain his composure.
They looked around them; everyone on the streets had frozen in place, trying to figure out what had just happened.
The voice was not a dream; the voice was as real as it gets, and it was heard across the globe.
But the nightmare had only just begun, as dark clouds covered the sun, with lightning and thunder crackling more intensely.
Chaos spread quickly as many people screamed in agony, unable to withstand the soul energy.
The people who could not withstand the soul energy became undead. Zombies filled the street as people ran for their lives.
"What the hell? It is really happening... it's a nightmare." Annie was able to compose herself, but she froze, her eyes unable to believe what she was seeing.
"Yes, the world has gone mad." Albert was still easygoing as always, despite what was unfolding before them.
"Guys, focus. We need to get out of here," Yeager spoke in an authoritative tone, forcing himself to calm down.
Yeager analyzed the situation, figuring out what to do next, knowing they couldn't just run forward or they might get swept up in the chaos.
'Let's go back to school until things calm down a little, or we might turn into undead people.'
Yeager formulated a plan in his mind to ensure that he and his friends would survive.
The chaos before them intensified a hundredfold—multiple vehicles destroyed, buildings cracked, and plants growing at a ridiculous speed.
Then, a zombie approached them slowly. The zombie had hollow white eyes and grey skin.
The zombie was moving unhurriedly. There were no emotions in its hollow eyes—no hunger, no malice. There was nothing.
As the zombie kept closing in on them, Yeager did not run or flinch from it.
Instead, his eyes were full of cold fire. As the zombie closed in on them, Yeager kicked it in the stomach, and the zombie fell to the ground.
Yeager had a pen and a pencil in his pocket. Quickly, he took them out and removed the cover of the pencil.
Before the zombie could get up, Yeager pounced on it and stabbed it in the brain repeatedly.
The zombie was not dead, but Yeager took out his pen and pencil and then stepped on the zombie's brain.
The zombie was finally dead, but Yeager's shoe became dirty with blood.
As he looked at the dead zombie, despite killing a living being—or technically an undead being—what did he feel? He felt nothing. He felt no anger or sadness. He did not know why, but he decided to focus on what was important now.
After Yeager had obtained his first kill, a scroll and an orb appeared in front of his eyes. He felt a burning sensation on his right forearm, then multiple messages appeared before him.
[You have killed a mutated zombie, level 1]
[You have been linked to the celestial arcane and have become a mark bearer.]
[You can open your information table]
[You leveled up to level 1]
[You are a unique being.]
[You have a dormant yet powerful dragon bloodline in your veins.]
[You are a draconic human.]
[You are destined to become either something great or something terrible.]
[Your path is yours to forge.]
[Do you wish to awaken your dragon bloodline?]
Yeager was speechless and shocked from what he had just heard and saw, but some pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place at last.
His unusual appearance was thanks to the dragon bloodline in his veins.
His throat went dry, his eyes froze, and his stomach twisted from the absurdity.
'Dragon bloodline? But how could this be? Impossible.'