From beginning to end of the scenario, their parents hardly moved from shock and wonder that their son could do these things, to fear that their daughter was going to be minced meat and finally, to shock again that their son had managed to stop the inevitable. The flurry of emotions going through them was indeed too much, but it couldn't overthrow the questions that were passing through their minds. 'What just happened?', 'Should we have helped?', 'What should we say?', ' Is that really our son?'. 'Our daughter almost died. Could we have done anything to stop it.'
But the most common question on their minds was, "Where the hell did their son learn all of this?!!". Not being able to take the silence anymore, Monika approach them and gently taking Alice away from Damien's arms to console her herself. Oscar also approached his son still in shock and with a bit of fear in his eyes. As he asked Damien, "Where did you learn all of that?!", with eyes still wide open in shock.
"That's not important right now, the military should've taken action by now and, is probably scouting around savings survivors. We need to leave this estate ASAP. It's most likely that the military won't be able to hold on for long, so we need to hurry up and join the shelter.", Damian said trying to deviate the discussion and it worked as a shock in Oscar's eyes cleared as he assume a serious look. He knew that Damian was saying was true. They needed to set out of this estate and rejoin the military and they couldn't possibly use a car as that would be very dangerous in this apocalypse where there were some buildings that have already collapsed and mutant beasts that's where almost as fast as cars. So the only solution was to walk and take short breaks. He knew that they were in for an infinitely terrifying journey. To think the road he took to work everyday casually had turned into something he didn't dare to walk on. Although he didn't believe that the fact that the military wouldn't be able to hold on for long, as he knew the might of modern hot weapons and, some measly zombies and beasts couldn't compare to that. But Damien knew the might of the apocalypse, and the terrifying power of evolution it had on everything within it scope. There might even come a time when the millions of zombies they were seeing now, if not treated with caution and exterminated speedily, might become an army of highly intelligent flying superhumans that could you into them with one scratch. After all, the Divine Order was fair to even the so called 'failed products', that couldn't handle the influx of manner, had a chance to become infinitely powerful. But, this was even more of a reason for him to become even stronger. He didn't care about others, only his family. He might not look like it but, he loved and respected his father unconditionally and, his family was all he needed to survive this apocalypse. The world could burn for all he cared. As long as he could protect them, he was fine, but his sister, Alice might be sad that there were no people around so, he might as well save the world in the process.
He thought with a slight smirk that could give girls a heart attack. As for where his confidence came from.... only he knew.
They were about to set off so they double checked everything, more like quadtriple checked. The three of the Damien's family members were wearing some level of iron armor each, with Alice having the most. Most likely disassembled from the iron knight statue at the side of his home office door. His father had a bow in hand and a quiver of arrows hung by his side, with shoulder and arm iron guards, and his back pack behind him. His mother held a machete, some chest amor and a helmet. His sister held her signature rolling pin but, by her side was a chopping knife sheathed by her skirt.
As they were about to set off, he remembered the Boar he killed and the zombie general that Alice killed.
He approached the Boar that flies had already started pestering on and just as he was about to stab its head, looking through its brain matter for the crystal that was most likely valuable, he noticed a scroll by it's side that was definitely not there before. It was brown in colour and had an ancient feel to it with a hammer marking. Picking it up, the semi transparent screen infront of him showed some information.
Skill Scroll
• Blacksmithing ( Lvl 1 ) - Imparts onto the user basic blacksmithing methods and information. Increases chance of making ordinary weapons by 50% and increases chances of making magic weapons by 20%
Would you like to learn (~‾▿‾)~? Yes or No?
His eyes were literally glittering. Although it wasn't a combat skill, it was beneficial. After all, a good weapon also makes for a better warrior and he has only touched the bare surface of blacksmithing knowledge imparted unto him by his mentor. Although he didn't know what a magic weapon was, he was about to find out. So with no other thoughts, he picked 'Yes' and almost instantly an influx of information was injected into his brain. Some he already knew. It was mostly info about the refining methods, materials to be used and, all other steps but, the part that intruded him the most was about how he could use the 'Soul/Magic Stone' gotten from creatures and his own mana to make weapons that have special abilities. It was fascinating! Too bad he didn't have a blacksmith's workshop available at the moment. He would've tried it out instantly. With this, he could make weapons for his family and friends, and he just realized that he could inject qi into the weapons to make them even stronger. While he was busy digesting the information injected into his brain, his family members were looking at him strangely. As in their eyes, the scroll he picked up, magically disappeared and he had been standing in the same spot for 30 seconds now.
Some seconds later, he bent down again and proceeded in dissecting the Boar's head professionally in search of the soul stone with no particular expression on his face except for a glitter in his eyes and a slight almost unnoticeable smile. As for the reason why he could dissect such a beast with no expression of disgust, was obviously attributed to the fact that he was a Biology/Biotechnology major, and not to mention, he was one of the best in his set. One of the reasons why his father didn't agree for him to change courses.
He removed the soul stone from the boar and then the mutated dog. Then he suddenly thought, 'Do zombies have Soul Stones'. He walked to the zombie general whose corpse was in a weird position, with it's neck broken and it's lower body in the air. "Apologies General Sigma." He said with a hint of respect and sympathy, rolled the dead zombie over, and that's when he realized that it was lying on a Skill Scroll that was almost the same as the last one. Except that, it was black and grey and had a depiction of a man in a fighting stance on it. His eyes glittered once again, as he proceeded to cut open the dead zombie's skull and retrieved a 'Soul Stone' once again covered in brain matter. Then pocketing it, he picked up the scroll.
Skill Scroll
• Special forces combat skill ( Lvl 1 ) - Imparts unto the user basic special forces combat techniques. Increases critical damage by + 10%.
Would you like to learn (~‾▿‾)~? Yes or No?