Aunt

The boy grabbed the sobbing women by her neck. Before he could proceed an unexpected notification came from the Game Eye:

<Five One-on-One Kills Confirmed>

<You Have Accomplished a Minor Achievement>

<You Have Been Rewarded With The Duel Function>

"What…?" The boy was obviously surprised but he quickly regained focus.

'What's this duel function?'

<In a One-on-One Fight You Can Activate This Function>

<The Host Can View The Opponents Health and Stamina Including Various Other Attributes Depending On the Settings And The Opponent>

<The Host Can Also View The Enemies Physical Weak Points If The Enemies Level Is Below the Host>

<If The Opponent's Level Is Higher Then The Amount And Type of The Weak Points Varies Due To a Number of Factors>

'Incredible…'

'So killing that b*tch counts as well huh?'

The b*tch the boy was referring to here was his aunt. After his Father went MIA during his tour his Mother was devestated to say the least. Unfortunately, a few months later she died in a car accident. That aunt of his made a scene at her funeral. She humiliated his deceased Mother on her funeral going as far as to spit at her corpse.

The boy was enraged--as anybody would be-- so next week he snuck into her house. He waited until she came home and tried to knock her out but he ended up alerting her resulting in a scuffle. In the end,he stabbed her with a kitchen knife.

Instead,of freaking out and running away he took off her clothes,cut her nails,erased his fingerpronts from the knife and stuffed her in a closet.

He made a mess of her house,taking her wallet and jewlery in order to make it look like a burgulary and left with the knife.

He threw the knife on a subway train after washing it. As for his own clothes which were obviously stained with blood he burned them.

He never felt guilt or remorse over it because in his eyes it was the right thing to do or rather the only thing to do. No doubt about it.

He was a natural psychopath.

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Now Back to the Current Time:

The boy ignored the girl and walked into the hall. He turned on the switch but there was no electricity. Most likely a power outage he guessed.

He ignored it and sat down on the sofa so,that he could explore the functions of the Game Eye.

A simple accomplishment had granted him with a privelege which would immensely enhance his chances of survival.

If he didn't exploit this device then he might as well die.

'What are you?'

<I Am The Only Bio-Suppprt Device In The Multi-Verse>

'What Is Your Purpose?'

<Enhancments Beyond Physical,Mental and Spiritual Limits>

'I understand Physical and Mental limits but what do you meam by 'Spiritual'?'

<It Depents On Each Individuals Class>

'What is my class?'

<You Haven't Transitioned into any class Currently You are Classless>

'Wait...I'm a Zombie so shouldn't that be my class?'

<You're Race is a Zombie. It is Not Your Class>

'Hmm...so that explains it.'

'How do I transition into a class?'

<The Game Eye Currently Possesses Five Main Classes>

<You Can Transition into One of Them>

'What are they?'

As soon as he asked that there was a minor sting in his left eye and then informatiom about the five classes just popped up in his mind. As if it was always there.

The boy went through the information and the five professions were as follows:

1.Warrior

2.Mage

3.Cultivator

4.Psychic

5.Warlock

Just as the boy was about to go into their details he smelled smoke. Something was burning. As he looked around he realized that the entire hall was engulfed in smoke.

His first reaction was to rush towards the door and try to open it but no matter how much he pushed and rammed against it. It just wouldn't open.

As he realized that the door wasn't a feasible escape anymore he looked towards the windows but realized that they were made out of iron bars. They weren't actual iron bars but instead they were in the shape of vines with roses at their ends.

"Fuck!" The boy sweared before running towards the stairs. The girl was still there lying on the ground. She wasn't sobbing anymore having calmed down. The boy was going to rush up ignoring her but instead he thought:

'If this fire is unintentional then if she survives then she can be a suitable guide but if it is intentional then she will be a good distraction…'

Thus,he ripped off her binds and muttered:

"Follow me.'

Then,he started to climb the stairs. The girl didn't understand the language the boy was speaking in but seeing the smoke she could more or less understand what was happening. Seeing his back covered in a black or maybe crimson tattered T-Shirt much like a rag she bit her lips but eventually decided to follow him.

The boy paid no heed to the girl instead rushing towards the third floor but realized that it was hopeless...