Hazel's rage didn't subside. Instead of killing him quickly, he dragged the injured man to the edge of the pit and threw him in. As the serpent lunged, Hazel jumped in after him, his scythe slicing the creature in two.
[You have killed 3 players. You have gained 300 EXP.]
[You have gained 3 soul points.]
[You are now at level 20. You have unlocked a new skill.]
[You have killed a Ground Digger Snake.]
[You have gained 150 EXP.]
[You have leveled up.]
[Your scythe level has increased.]
[You can now use dual scythe.]
[A warrior soul and a monster soul have been spotted. Would you like to revive them and turn them into your subordinates?]
"Revive him and let the monster's soul perish," Hazel commanded the system.
[Soul has been successfully revived.]
Just as with Blossom, a figure emerged from the ground. This warrior was dressed in scarlet, his red hair matching his vibrant attire, a sword held firmly in his hand.
"Do you remember me?" Hazel asked the revived soul.
"Hazel? How could I ever forget you?" Oscar exclaimed, rushing to embrace Hazel.
"But wait... how am I still alive? I just died a moment ago," Oscar asked, confusion etched on his face.
"Who the hell are you?! How did you revive him?! How is this even possible?!" the injured man shouted from the pit, witnessing Hazel's actions and the shift in his power.
"You... you tricked me," Oscar said, his voice filled with anger as he glared at the man who had pushed him in.
"Oscar, kill him quickly, and I'll explain everything," Hazel instructed.
"Wait... you mean it? I should actually kill a human?" Oscar asked, disbelief in his voice.
"Hurry up and let's go," Hazel urged.
"Wait, you won't kill me, right? Please have mercy! Please!" the man pleaded with Oscar.
"Where was your mercy when you threw me in here to die?" Oscar retorted, his voice cold. "It's time for you to reap what you sowed."
Oscar ended the man's life.
[You have revived a person with the ambition to become a God of Flames.]
[Player Oscar has killed a player, gained 100 EXP, and has leveled up to level 15.]
[You have gained one soul point.]
Hazel and Oscar meticulously searched the school, their footsteps echoing in the deserted hallways, until they found Blossom in the main hall, surrounded by a small group of teenagers.
"Hazel, you're back!" Blossom exclaimed, her face lighting up with genuine joy and relief.
"Wait a minute... Miss Ivy?" Oscar said softly, a wave of memories washing over him.
Blossom rushed towards Hazel, but her steps faltered as she saw Oscar. A wide smile spread across her face. "Lover boy! Wow, those clothes look good on you. Who picked them out?" The easy familiarity between them was immediately apparent.
"Stop calling me that," Oscar said, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.
"Why shouldn't I? I still remember when you used to beg me to marry you," Blossom teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Please, stop embarrassing me, Miss Ivy," Oscar said quietly, glancing around to make sure the other teens hadn't overheard.
"Oh, I don't go by that name anymore. Call me Blossom," she said, flashing him a radiant smile. How did I not notice her change? Oscar thought, his gaze lingering on her. Her pink dress, adorned with delicate blossom designs, and her elegant pink hair made her look breathtaking. He felt a familiar tug in his chest.
"Enough with the reunion," Hazel interjected, his gaze sweeping over the group of teens. "What's the situation with these ones?"
"Oh, these are my schoolmates. We're trying to survive together," Oscar replied.
"And exactly how do you plan to do that?" Hazel asked, his tone skeptical.
"Well, we go out hunting for food together in the afternoon, keep each other safe, and some people do night watch, rotating shifts without any complaints," Oscar explained.
"Not bad," Hazel conceded, "but with this many players, you should have started planning area domination. Securing a specific zone and keeping all threats out. Or are you not strong enough for that yet?" His blunt question left Oscar speechless.
"No matter, we'll start a schedule for that immediately. Let the students know what their roles will be by tomorrow," Hazel instructed Oscar.
"Sure," Oscar replied, a hint of unease in his voice. The Hazel he once knew was gone, replaced by someone colder, more calculating.
Hazel left the hall, systematically searching the entire school to ensure it was safe. After confirming there were no immediate threats, he chose an empty classroom and declared it his temporary apartment.