Death warrant!

In a small single bed lies a boy. He was sweating profusely. His pure white hair was now matted on his head with sweat.

His breathing was ragged and heavy. Squirming in the bed like a deer on a snare trying all his luck to escape its trap.

He jolted awake all of a sudden, clutching his chest so hard.

Haaa~Fuuuu~

Breathing very heavily, he sat there as his whole life flashed before his eyes.

'That was me. It can't be? What the fuck is going on? System?' He managed to gain some relaxation after watching his literal 'death.'

[Yes?] There was no annoying Gonorrhea, it was the system itself. That was a good thing. At least, this machine is truthful.

'What was that?'

[Your death. Something, that is likely to happen on your second day of the exam.] System robotically answered.

'…My death?' His face contracts in fear. 'But the other 'me' felt different. In many ways. Are sure this was not some kind of mistake?' He asked for getting any kind of clarity from the system.

[No. It is not a mistake. What you saw is undoubtedly your death, that is, if you're going to be like this.]

'What? If I'm like this? I can change the future?' He is really getting a weird vibe from the system now.

He leaned back on the bed, his head resting on the headboard.

He was so engrossed in the conversation with the system that he forgot about questioning where the fuck he was.

I mean, you can't blame him, can you? The boy literally watched his death and was questioning the authenticity of what he saw.

[If you're like the way you're now, without any training or preparations, what you saw will undoubtedly become reality.] System's voice sank deep inside him.

[The death scene means something in the near future, some events you're going to be participating in or some events that you're forced to participate in, with or without your consent, can ultimately lead to your death.

This is essentially a warning. A foreboding of something that is likely to happen. But consider this just as a warning. If you ignore it, you're dead but if you replan it, this can be avoided.]

!?!?!

'What this means is that I can evade death if I'm careful enough. This… Isn't it too op?' He felt happy rather than depressed having to watch his own death, but that too didn't last as he heard the system again.

[You can evade death but that doesn't mean you can evade it forever. If you were to fight Home-Bringer right now, then even with the warning you'll die. There are luck factors to consider. If your luck runs out, no matter what you do, no matter what you prepared, you'll be dead.]

'Well, that is also a thing. Hmmm.' He rested his chin on his palm and went into deep thought.

'I'm not foolish enough to take on Home-Bringer now. Especially when there are other threats on the horizon. Losing someone as powerful as him right now is like inviting the pirates, thinking they won't loot you.

But on the other hand, this is a good thing. Whether luck plays its role or not, I can actually have my own death warning though the experience is really poor, I felt the teeth of the lion on myself.'

Desmond was so deep in thought for some time. He came to his senses when he heard a door creaking sound.

Creak~

A head popped up from the opening.

"Ah, you're awake. Thought you were still sleeping." Old Kelvin fully opened the door. He had a glass of water with him as well as a piece of cloth hanging on his shoulder.

"Where am I?" Desmond asked, feeling foolish as to not notice it before.

"This is my room. It's inside my shop, of course." He laughed and offered the cloth to Desmond.

He received the cloth and wiped the sweat from his face.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Yeah, that is what I also want to know. What happened? There was no external or internal injury on you, so I didn't give you any medicine. Since it seemed like you were sleeping peacefully I thought letting you sleep would be the best idea." He offered the glass of water too which the boy accepted.

He drank the water like he have been thirsty for three days straight.

"Hold your horses, boy. I'll get you as much as water you want."

"Thank you, Kelvin. For… everything." He gave back the glass to the old man. "What time is it?"

"It's past 6 pm."

!!!

He told farewell to the old man and left the coffee shop, though the old man protested, he told him about studying for tomorrow's exam and scooted from there.

[Sup mother fucker, miss me?]

'Where the fuck were you?' He was surprised to find no trace of the virus when he was having nightmares.

[Don't know what happened, everything went black for a second there. What happened to you?]

Desmond recited all the events that happened to him. By the end of the story, he was near the dorm.

[Oh, wow, that's the first time I heard about something like that. Must be nice to see your own death.]

"…I really was enjoying your absence, Gonorrhea."

[Cock slut]

*****

Desmond decided to head towards the training hall rather than the dorm. He was going to prevent his death from happening.

He decided to browse articles regarding the Flame Lions too, after all, he doesn't wanna die just because he doesn't know its weaknesses.

The training hall of this particular section of the dorm was outside the building since they wanted to accommodate all these students.

But there is a catch. There is no way in hell, that the training hall was going to accommodate these many students, and for that, the students themselves found a way to select who is worthy of training there.

The 'Hell's Kitchen,' is what they call it.

If you want to earn the pass for the training, then you must win here, if not, then you can say goodbye to the training.

The rules are simple;

Knock out your opponent in a one-on-one fight.