Only I Can Use Every Power System

They all realized the same thing.

If forty eggs hatched...

They will be nothing but dead.

They want to check on the remaining eggs.

The image of those eggs...

The small cracks slowly spreading across their shells...

It refused to leave their minds.

If one creature had taken twelve of them three whole minutes to kill...

Then forty?

No one dared imagine it.

The silence only grew heavier after they entered the academy infirmary.

The remaining students immediately stood up.

One look at their faces...

And they already knew they have no good news.

After informing the rest... The little hope they had managed to gather disappeared once again.

And they went back to arguing.

...

Kevin slowly walked toward Qasim while Zerni following beside him.

"Qasim."

He looked at them.

"What is it?"

Kevin scratched the back of his head.

"Zerni thinks... he might have something that could help."

Qasim blinked.

"Help?"

The dwarf nodded before reaching into his bag.

"Remember when I said that I was working on something before the assassin attacked me?"

He carefully placed it on a nearby table.

Qasim’s eyes widened.

A smooth metal barrel.

A wooden stock carved to fit perfectly against the shoulder.

And a trigger shape in the lower half.

It looked too familiar... Not the modern rifles.

The old ones from history books.

The kind soldiers once used in ancient wars back on earth.

Zerni gently picked it back up.

"It uses a mechanical ignition system. Alchemy powder explodes inside the barrel and launches a metal projectile at very high speed."

He sighed.

"...Unfortunately, I used the last of that powder."

Then he looked at Qasim.

"So I wondered..."

"...Can we replace the powder with magic?"

Qasim’s eyes immediately lit up.

"That’s actually a great idea."

He stepped closer.

"So how are you planning to do it?"

Zerni scratched his beard.

"...I wasn’t."

"I’m good at building things but I don’t have any idea about how magic works."

Qasim’s excitement dropped a little.

"...Right."

"I don’t really know how to implement magic in this thing..."

Qasim regrets not studying about guns in his previous life but then he heard Kevin coughing.

"Ahem... maybe I can do it."

The two turned toward him.

"For real? Oh by the way what power systems you use?"

The owl beastkin smiled shyly.

"I mainly use magic..."

"But honestly, I just like learning."

"I don’t have much talent compared to everyone else."

"My gaic is far weak and inefficient, my alchemy skills are... Not great and I am afreid of even trying Irada."

"So I spend most of my time reading instead."

Aqsim found that interesting, this kid is almost like him.

He unfolded the blueprint of Zerni’s invention.

Taking a pencil, he quickly began drawing several new lines.

A few minutes later...

He pushed the blueprint toward them.

"There."

"If you carve these channels here..."

"And replace the ignition chamber with a fire magic input..."

"Anyone with fire magic should be able to fire it."

Zerni stared at the drawing.

Then slowly smiled.

"I think it’ll work."

Qasim couldn’t help smiling too.

"How many can you make?"

The dwarf thought for a moment.

"With the materials left..."

"Five."

"But each one will take around five minutes."

"I see..."

Qasim looked toward the others.

"Let’s ask."

...

The blueprint quickly caught everyone’s attention.

Several teachers gathered around it.

Isac examined it carefully.

"This is promising."

He looked at Zerni.

"But we don’t know how powerful it’ll be."

"I think making two is enough."

"If they work, we make more."

Several teachers nodded.

Before anyone could continue—

"Five minutes?"

Timon scoffed.

"Make one in thirty seconds."

Qasim looked at him.

"Since you are complaining then build it yourself."

A few students couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.

Timon clicked his tongue but stayed quiet.

Only then did Valen speak.

"...It’s a waste of time."

The room instantly became annoyed.

Isac rubbed his forehead.

"Sir Valen..."

"Can you stop being so negative?"

Valen simply looked at him.

"There’s no point staying here."

"When those eggs hatch, we will become their food."

He pointed toward the exit.

"Prepare yourselves... We’re heading to the gate."

Isac frowned.

"...Be honest."

"You truly don’t believe there’s another way?"

Valen answered without hesitation.

"As much as I want every single one of you to survive..."

"This is the only path."

Silence.

Then Isac slowly stood.

"You’ve been telling us that since the beginning."

He looked straight into Valen’s eyes.

"You keep saying this is the least cruel option."

"So..."

He took one step forward.

"You go first."

The room froze.

"If you’re asking us to run through those monsters..."

"If you’re asking us to risk our lives..."

"Then Walk first."

He stopped for a moment before adding.

"How does it feel sir Valen? How does it feel when someone is asking you to die—"

"I will do it."

Valen interrupt him with a serious expression and a clear voice without hesitation.

"I’ll gladly walk in front."

Isac’s expression froze.

Valen slowly walked toward the door.

His hand rested on the handle.

"No matter who lives and who dies."

"Our lives were given a fate the moment we were born."

"If I die here..."

"Then that was my fate and I accept it."

He lowered his head.

"Everything you thought had meaning was merely part of fate’s plan for you."

"Every happy moment you lived, every sad moment you went through, every fear and every memory become meaningless once you’re dead."

"None of it changes the fact that we are all fated to die someday."

"But does that mean our lives are meaningless?"

"Does that mean we should just obey fate like dogs?"

Valen’s eyes widened as he answered his own questions with an angry, thunderous voice.

"FUCK NO!"

"HEROES HAVE DIED! KINGS HAVE DIED! VILLAINS HAVE DIED! BUT THEIR LIVES HAD MEANING BECAUSE THEY WERE BOLD ENOUGH TO TRY AND CHANGE THEIR FATE! WE READ THEIR STORIES, WE GET INSPIRED BY THEM, AND WE CHANGE OUR OWN FATE TOO!"

"AND AS WE WALK THROUGH THOSE MONSTERS OUT THERE, WE WILL PROVE THAT WE TOO CAN CHANGE OUR FATE, DAMN IT!"

His voice lowered slightly as he caught his breath.

"So, to answer your question, kid..."

"If my dying gives you the chance to live... Then so be it."

Silence.

No one spoke.

Fear was still there.

No speech could erase that.

Some students still trembled.

Some teachers still looked pale.

Some quietly wiped tears from their eyes.

But something had changed.

Not hope.

Resolve.

One injured student slowly stepped forward.

"...I’ll go."

Another followed.

"So will I."

A teacher smiled weakly.

"I suppose..."

"It’s our job to keep you kids alive."

Another teacher nodded.

"I’ll be Infront too."

Then another.

And another.

Until, little by little...

The room stood together.

Valen looked around at every face.

"...Now that’s more like it."

No one answered.

They simply began preparing.

They all knew where they were going.

Straight into the mouth of death.

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