"GAWRR!"

An angry sounding growl from behind me made a wolf's presence know, I quickly leaped to the right without looking back and girl was I right because a wolf lunged towards my previous position.

"Stinky Wolfie!"

I pointed the magical glass ball in my hands to the wolf, or more like, I hurled the damn thing to the wolf making it fly through him and land of the grass beneath.

[You have slain a Tutorial Wolf 1,000 exp]

"Naisuu~ Counter~ Alyshia!"

An annoying voice complimented me from behind, knowing who it is, I immediately jumped back and went to the direction of the annoying female voice.

"Of course it's nice, I'm me after all~"

"Ergh, You should fix that mightier than thou attitude of yours..."

I smirked at her obviously cringed expression and proudly thumped my still growing chest, with pride.

"Never had to, my brother did all the finishing touches to whoever was offended-..."

"He's not here right now is he!"

She shouted the last bit just as she was slashing a nearby wolf that tried to attack her, in fact we have been surrounded by wolves for a few minutes now and our supposed tank wasn't working properly, he's out cold and we had to take care of 3 wolves, well only 1 remained now.

"You want the kill, princess?"

My friend, the girl with the katana who I've been speaking with as of now, who was named Shirley pointed her katana at the terrified wolf with tails on it's belly signalling if I wanted the kill or no. Who would say no to that? After all getting out of this tutorial would be a damn blessing. I threw my new magical glass ball, which is actually just mana condensed and threw it at the wolf.

[You have slain a Tutorial Wolf 1,000 exp]

"How many would we have to kill to level up now?"

I asked, or grumbled silently but still it was a question meant for whoever had ears to listen to me. Well, it was our laying down tank who just woke up.

"They're level 4, we'll need a few more I guess"

This dude was one of Shirley's friend who was only in our party because no one wanted him and we needed a meatshield. He casually placed a hand on my shoulder and this was unacceptable, aside from my brother, no male has ever really touched me...because of him, he beats them up. Just like a prey who gets warned that a predator is near, he quickly lifted his arms and had a very sorry expression.

"Your lucky he isn't here eh?"

Shirley placed a hand on his shoulder, ironic.

"Definitely"

I snorted at his reply, what's so good about my dearest brother not being here? Ignoring them, I went and opened the now so familliar system.

[Lvl 4 Alyshia Riverman]

[Tutorial Zone: Green Plains]

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

[14 years old]

[Strength: 9]

[Dexterity: 10]

[Agility: 10]

[Constituton: 7]

[Intelligence: 20]

[A beauty beyond comphrehension and also a talented individual who claims to have gotten it from their mother side. Secretly a bro-con, but due to her highly proud of acting skills, not even her brother knows of how much she wants to bed him]

'I'll have to NOT let anyone see this part, like, NO WAY IN HELL'

I sighed and flicked my beyond gorgeous and perfect pinkish red hair to the side, I like the system but the last bits were too off, I don't want to bed him! Maybe just...lay on his chest or something...I felt my cheeks and ears heating up at the thought of my brother's chest~ kyaaaa~

"Alyshia?"

Then it was interrupted, by an annoying voice, damn it Shirley, eat a dick or something!

"What?"

I replied in an obviously annoyed tone, she just shrugged and smirked.

'I swear to god! You bitch, you fucking knew you were interrupting my thoughts how dare you!'

"Well, let's go back now. Our parents should be worried."

The world was no longer the same as before, if the windows didn't make it obvious anyways. Everyone was given a prompt about tutorials and of course we would press yes, who wouldn't? I mean even old people and about most of the population is in this place. No matter where you looks it's grass plains all the way to japan. It's like this place was a grass plain as big as the earth. Pretty but boring unless we count the portal looking things that brings us to another grass plain that has monsters instead.

"But still...where is he?"

...

"Garrrraw"

A very familiar slow walking ugly thing was raising it's head about to bite an overly fabulous young man thinking it was free food but-

"Eagle Punch~"

A right hook, very fast, cleanly made the zombie head burst like a tomato.

[You have slain a Zombie Inmate 6,500 exp]

In a hallway, countless zombies were pouring out of a corner but despite this, the man had a prideful smirk at his face as he cracked his knuckles, he wore a gauntlet the covered half his arms a little short of reaching his elbows. It was silverish and the knuckle bits had spikes on them. His eyes started glowing red and he dashed towards the many numbers of zombies that were coming his way for some reason.

...

"Phew, darn it. I'm a messy fighter huh?"

I looked backed at the hallway full of glowing lights and at myself who was covered by many things unknown. Wait, is that a dick stuck in my boots?! I kicked it off and proceeded to sigh and lay down of the floor. My body was obviously tired, no matter how much fucking levels this gives me, I AM TIRED!

[Lvl 20 Ezekiel Riverman]

[Dungeon: Necromancer's Prison]

[HP: 670/950]

[MP: 100/100]

[Strength: 38]

[Dexterity: 17]

[Agility: 17]

[Constituton: 15]

[Intelligence: 20]

[Stat points - 0]

'Cool, just absolutely cool! The plus 5 to strength of my trait made me blow those things to bits!'

I struggled to stand up and instead opened my white window of traits.

[Magic Potential - Gives the ability to learn magic cost: 2 trait point]

[Undead Lover - Inclines you to the dark arts cost 5 trait point]

[Mace, Meet Face - Any mace you wield gets an increased 10 damage cost 1 trait point]

[Trait Points - 6]

My cutely looking wolf ears moved in joy as I found myself not getting anything good! Yeah, right. It actually feels weird to have this ears but it drooped not in joy obviously. I've been fighting hundred of those zombie inmates and 6 levels is all it gave me.

"I wonder if this dungeon will have anything more to give?"

Huh, oh crap. Jinx me why don't I~ From the room or hallway I was in. I could hear a certain, inhumane or inzombie growl. This ears were a blessing both in looks and usefulness but the way it tells my mood was a bad thing, I was easy to read casually. Anyways, I could hear something from the room next to the next of this hallway. Curiosity kills the wolf so I went towards the noice, and ignored my traits because nothing was good and I don't like the pain Magic Potential might give at the moment.

"It's just right there? I wonder what sort of zombie it is..."

I leaned on the wall and crouched slowly on the hallway connecting to the room where the growls started sounding more like air being exhaled. And there, I realized something. Undead doesn't mean human only.

[Lvl 24 Zombie Minotaur]

[HP:1250/1250]

[An undead minotaur, how'd ya like that unique monster idea huh? Regret it yet?]

'Snarky shit aren't cha'?'

I gulped the most I can and stared at the hulking things mindlessly walking at the room. It was a crushing 7'9 minotaur with the biggest arms I've ever seen. It also has a hammer that served to make me flinch whenever he moved. No matter how confident I am it was against humans and zombie inmates were just that.

'That...however...isn't normal'

Crap...

"MOOO!"

It looked at my direction and started grinding it's hooves?...whatever it was at the ground, oh and I think I'm dead this time...My bad Alyshia~