Change: New World

***Author’s Note:***

Looking at all the Kido hate from last chapter... I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. On one hand, I'm commending myself over achieving my original goal, I mean, getting all of you to hate a character whose literally done nothing wrong at this point in the story is a pretty hard thing to achieve. On the other hand... I may have done too good of a job... haha. Well, whatever goes, goes, I guess.

Fixing some things from last chapter. The teacher’s level only rose by 1, The childhood friend only rose by 3 levels, transfer student by 5 levels. Kido leveled up to 17. People were complaining last chapter about Kido rising too fast in level. Although that was clearly intentional, I adjusted it.

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Archive Meeting

When we arrived at the Archive room, the first thing I did was designate a few of the cafeteria group survivors to surveillance.

In general, the people from the cafeteria… those who survived up until this point were basically useless. They might be level two, but that was not through their own effort. Even though they certainly had the will to survive, they did not have the courage to take action. They were people possessing the mindset that “someone will eventually come to save us”. I could only look at people like that as burdens.

Even as meat shields, they were worthless due to how innately fragile they were. Even if they placed all their stats into vitality, they would not last even 5 seconds against the remaining monsters in the dungeon.

At the very least, placing a few of them on surveillance will put them to use. Even if my range of perception is far wider than what their eyes/ears/etc. can pick up, at the very least, it will introduce them to the idea of “constant danger”. If that sort of exposure can somehow change their way of thinking and motivate them… then I might be able to put them to use in the future.

I had the fatty from earlier and another survivor, a braided girl with a somewhat cute appearance, as look out within the 3rd floor. I ordered them to warn me the moment the horde returned. I especially warned them about monsters appearing on the 3rd floor, and told them to makes such an event a priority.

In addition, I also told them to pluck the feathers out of the Avian corpses, and to process and collect their meat. Avian feathers are unaturally durable, and during combat, an Avian can consciously harden its feathers to the point where they can cut through flesh and tear through muscle. If I can somehow mimic that feature, or find a way to create weapons or armor out of its feathers, then it would surely assist in future battles. As for the meat, while we’ve never actually tried eating other monsters aside from the tusk boars, they might prove to be a new source of food for the coming future.

After briefly explaining the proper process of collecting and harvesting the meat to the two people I assigned, I returned to the Archive room.

There, I was greeted with curious stares that held varying emotions, ranging from expectancy, hesitance, and outright anger.

I did not pay those stares any mind though. After glancing over at Cielle, and the others, and making sure Cher and Cielle’s conditions hadn’t worsened. I took a foldable chair and sat down next to my recently collected weapons near a corner of the room.

Using this time, I decided to check my status.

[Status!]