"The only thing we're allowed to do is believe that we won't regret the choice we made."
— Levi Ackerman, Attack on Titan
~ Very long Chapters After Ch +60!
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The third option: Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.
Roy dismissed this one immediately. Tohru and Kanna were vastly more powerful than he was.
Also. they were dragons, making a contract significantly more challenging. Devil bloodlines weren't weak; the original story established their near-immortality.
A race capable of such longevity couldn't be inherently frail. Even so, contracting with dragons like Tohru and Kanna would require at least Satan-class power.
They were likely Transcendent-class, their dragon blood adding another layer of difficulty.
The system's world travel function had limitations. He only had one jump available. He had to make it count.
His power would increase with time, granting him more opportunities to travel. The unvisited worlds wouldn't disappear. He could always return later.
He made his choice: Highschool of the Dead.
Contracting Saeko Busujima would undoubtedly propel him to Mid-Class Devil status.
Roy tapped the Highschool of the Dead panel. A flash of white light engulfed him, and he vanished from the kendo dojo.
....
He reappeared on the rooftop of a school building, another flash of white light marking his arrival.
"No! Don't bite me!"
"Help! Someone, please!"
"Agh! Get off, you bastard!"
The air was thick with screams. Roy looked down to see the school grounds in chaos. Students were attacking each other, tearing and biting. Screams of terror and pain echoed through the air—a full-blown apocalypse.
"Is this Fujimi Academy?" he wondered, surveying his surroundings.
He recognized the school setting but needed to be sure. This was his first system-assisted jump, and he wasn't sure where he'd materialize.
"No!"
"Hyaah!"
Thwack!
A sound from the other side of the rooftop drew his attention. He walked over to see a familiar scene playing out.
Takashi Komuro, Rei Miyamoto, and Hisashi Igou. He watched as Hisashi turned, then Takashi caved his head in with a baseball bat. Rei stood by, screaming in horror.
It was Fujimi Academy. And the story had just begun.
"Excuse me," Roy said, startling the pair. "Could you direct me to the kendo dojo?"
Relieved he wasn't another zombie, they visibly relaxed. However, having just witnessed the death of her boyfriend, Rei was understandably distraught and unresponsive. Takashi, too, seemed lost in grief.
Roy shrugged. No answer was an answer in itself. He turned and leapt from the rooftop.
"What?! He jumped!" Takashi exclaimed, running to the edge. That was a fatal drop, even without the zombies below.
He looked down, but Roy was gone.
Roy landed gracefully in the corridor below. He would search the school floor by floor, hoping to find Saeko. He had no interest in Takashi or Rei.
Groan!
Several zombies, attracted by the sound of his landing, shambled towards him. Bloody, mangled, with vacant white eyes and grotesque, contorted faces—they were a gruesome sight.
Swish! Thwack!
With a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, his wooden sword flashed.
Heads flew. Bodies dropped. It was his practice sword from the Kuoh Academy kendo dojo.
Despite being made of wood, it cleaved through zombie flesh with ease, leaving him unstained.
Years of dedicated practice had honed his skill to this level. If he could master control of his breathing, he suspected he could generate sword beams.
He moved quickly, clearing out zombies as he searched the floors. Descending a stairwell, he entered another corridor. A large group of zombies were clustered around a classroom door, pushing and clawing.
Crash!
The door and windows gave way, and the zombies surged inside.
"Aaaaaah!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the hallway, sending the zombies into a frenzy. It also drew the attention of other survivors in the vicinity.
Roy moved towards the sound, his wooden sword a blur of motion. Heads fell so fast it seemed they were detaching themselves.
As he cleared a path through the horde, he noticed someone else fighting on the other side of the corridor. His eyes lit up.
A girl with long purple hair and an impassive expression. Tall and graceful, even the standard school uniform couldn't hide her athletic physique.
Every movement was precise and elegant, like a seasoned martial artist. Her wooden sword, crimson with blood, cracked zombie skulls with deadly efficiency.
It was Saeko Busujima.
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