False Alarm

It was 2pm already and our class ends at 2:20pm. I can't wait to go back to the dorm and hope that this was just a vivid dream.

Really, a weird screwdriver had appeared as my soul core weapon. This world is not even cool. It has no player UI. Where is my System. Am I not the protagonist of this world?

I really didn't pay attention to my history class. I was just looking at my left side. I am at the leftmost of the room. The opposite side of the door of the classroom. Then, there are those alarms. Is today the day of the monsterquake? Oh my gods. I'm. Am. Really. Screwed.

Our teacher, Miss Xavier quickly summon a green engineer hat. This signified her authority. That was a good skill. They say we will learn that equip-inventory skill sooner or later.

Earlier, we were taught that when a monsterquake alarm is heard, we need to manipulate the mana around us and pour it to our soul core weapons even they are in card form. This will generate a semi-barrier above our hands as long as we do the duck cover while holding 'em.

Then each of us assembled in the field. It's really scorching hot. Ms. Xavier never cared about counting us. However she told us not to fall in line and just go below the shade of the trees from the opposite side of the field. She really treats us like a baby.

Adjacent to us was our class adviser Miss Park with another section. I assume the papers she's holding are the details of the soul core weapons of the other class. It would be easier if teachers were allowed to use their tablets or holowatches.

For some reason, I don't know why she's not asking for our soul core card weapons. And she's just there staring blankly at the direction of the boy's dorm while smiling creepily.

Then finally, she went to the shade and told us. It's just a practice. Go now to your dorm.