“Come on, Come on.” Crom muttered to himself as he scrolled through the description of his Class. It seemed it literally gave him the ability to conjure weather like things. He could make a wall of thunderclouds that acted as a defense, shoot lightning like he was thor and make some kind of Blizzard Area of effect with a debuff attack. What he really liked was his passive for his class that when in combat he was able to make a veil of silvery fog that could debuff whoever enters it and hide him too.



While he had been busy reading through this description he had been moving desks and chairs and anything with any kind of real weight to block the only way into the lab currently. He wasn’t sure if he was going to go out and fight these enemies or if he would sit and hide and be a little coward. Crom had been in a slew of fights with other people growing up and even had some run in with the more seedy side of society but those had been other humans and you could to an extent rationalize with them. You could give them what they want, avoid them completely or beat them into submission. At least there were choices when dealing with humans, but these were monsters and if any video game had taught him anything they weren’t going to be smart or caring enough to simply allow him to live cause he made a good point.



No he needed to defend his current spot and then make a plan based on what he could figure out. Having left one of the desks where it was Crom went onto the computer to try and see if he could pull up any news or information but he found that he couldn’t even get the damn thing to turn on anymore. Fearing the worst he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket and tried to turn that one on too. Luckily this turned on but the internet, anything that displayed any actual world information beyond time and date wouldn’t work. He did notice his game apps that didn’t need to be online work just fine so that was a interesting thing. “Well I guess I won’t be bored in this world changing and probably ending event.” Crom said with enough sarcasm to choke a giraffe with. He returned his phone to his pocket and went to the windows to see if he could spot anything happening outside, what he noticed was fog. A wall of fog so thick he felt that he could reach out and cut a piece of it like some old time cartoon. He couldn’t even see the ground and he was only on the second floor, but he could hear something moving below him. Something was in the fog and Crom had no desire to figure out what it was so he moved away from the windows.



“I’m going to assume that is out of bounds and respectfully not bother whatever is out there.” He said with a tone of someone that had come to terms with his impending death. A scuffle at the door seemed to back up this understanding as the door knob rattled as if someone with some kind of intelligence was trying to get into the room and was shocked that it was locked. At first Crom simply thought it was another survivor trying to find a place to hide and had come to this room but then a faint fog started to form around Crom as if one of the windows from outside had been opened which caused Crom to panic himself looking to the windows. They were all shut though, so he studied the fog that was filling the room and remembered that his own ability from his Class. This was his passive that activated anytime he was in combat, it meant that whatever was trying to get in wasn’t something friendly.



Whatever was outside must have noticed the fog coming in from under the door and scrurried away. It seemed that it had mistaken that fog for the fog that was outside, this just made Crom even more paranoid about what was lurking outside and he figured he would close the curtains and move as far away from the windows as he could for fear of whatever creature outside deciding that he looked tasty and wanted to pop on in for a treat.



“How long has it been?” He wondered to himself, it took a moment but Crom figured out how to bring up the Tutorial information. He read over it once more looking at the numbers at the bottom,



“28/30 Enemies Remaining, 5/15 Survivors Remaining, 1:25:37 Remaining.”



“Well it looks like someone was able to take out whatever is roaming around the halls.” A slight smirk appeared on Crom’s face. It looked like if he could simply wait out a bit longer he would be the last alive and simply win if the message was any kind of truthful. It was cowardly and Crom knew that it would haunt him that he simply did nothing but hide and survive but he didn’t have friends here and he didn’t feel any real desire to save others or go out in a blaze of glory being drunk on his newly received power.


Ping



“Clarification Added: While you can “win” the tutorial by being the last Survivor you will still have to survive the full amount of time also.”



Crom stared at disbelief at this new notification. He had hoped that once he was the last one alive he would simply win and be freed of this trial but instead this was much worse then what was implied because he would then have to also survive for the remaining time by himself against however many enemies were left. “This is bull.” He stated through grated teeth. “Fine, lets thin out the herd then.” Crom said as he started to move thing from the door listening for any noises that would imply something was there.