Dante winced in pain as he turned toward the source of his discomfort. Among the scattered debris, a small creature emerged. It resembled a frog but with unsettling differences: its bulging eyes glowed unnaturally, and its shimmering skin seemed alive with an eerie hue.

  Quickly, Dante activated his Eye of Appraisal skill, focusing on the strange creature. A message materialized in his mind:

  It was a startling revelation – there were more than just skeletal creatures lurking in the University.

  Before Dante could react, Selene, ever watchful and quick-thinking, had already assessed the situation. She recognized the danger and unleashed her recently acquired skill, "Fireball." A sphere of flame, half a meter in diameter, erupted from her outstretched hand and hurtled toward the lesser frog.

  The fiery projectile struck its target with deadly accuracy, engulfing the creature in flames. But the force of the fireball's impact also affected the skeleton standing beside the unfortunate frog, reducing it to a pile of charred bones.

  As the flames subsided and the threat was neutralized, They knew they couldn't afford to lower their guard.

  Dante attention was then drawn to a different kind of disturbance. From a nearby room, the echoes of a scream reached his ears. Instinctively, he peered inside and saw four figures huddled together. three men and one women, all looking just as bewildered and terrified as Dante and Selene .

  His heart skipped a beat when he recognized one of the men among them. It was Mr. Ron, their English teacher. The familiarity of a face from their previous life in the University brought a mixture of relief and concern.

  "Mr. Ron!" Dante called out, rushing into the room with Selene close behind.

  The English teacher turned to face them, his eyes widening in disbelief and relief. "Dante ? Selene? Is that really you?"

  Ray nodded, his voice filled with urgency. "Yes, it's us. Are you okay? What's going on here?"

  Mr. Ron's graying hair, which was usually well-groomed, had fallen into slight disarray. His salt-and-pepper hair framed a face that displayed a mix of determination and uncertainty. His eyes, a calm shade of hazel ,Mr. Ron's expression darkened as he glanced around the room. "I wish I had answers, but I'm as clueless as you are. One moment, I was in the middle of a lecture, and the next...this."

  The other students huddled with Mr. Ron looked equally bewildered. They had been plucked from their normal lives and thrust into this bizarre and perilous reality.

  "We need to stick together," Dante said, his determination unwavering. "We have some skills that might help us survive, but we still don't know what we're up against."

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  Mr. Ron and the other students nodded in agreement. The familiarity of their English teacher provided a glimmer of hope and reassurance amidst the chaos.

  Dante knew that they were all in this together, Dante mind raced as he remembered something important.

  "Selene," he said, turning to his companion, "how many times can you use your 'Fireball' skill?"

  Selene paused for a moment, contemplating her answer. "I can use it two more times," she replied.

  Dante nodded, a plan forming in his mind. He understood the significance of their limited skill usage in this perilous world. It was essential to use their abilities wisely and conserve their resources.

  Deciding to assess his own state, Dante focused and summoned his status screen.

  "It looks like I'm pretty banged up," Dante admitted to the group, his voice heavy with weariness. "The surprise attack from that Lesser Frog took a fifth of my life. If Selene hadn't stepped in, things could have gone really bad." . He realized that his Vitality had further decreased from his previous battle due to their recent battles and his injuries. The strain on his Spirit and Stamina was also evident.

  Selene nodded, her concern evident. “We need to stop the bleeding and give you time to rest.”

  Dante turned to the others. “Let’s block the door and rest for an hour. We need to be at full strength for whatever’s next.”

  The group agreed, springing into action to gather furniture and debris to barricade the door. With Selene’s guidance, they created a makeshift barrier, providing a sense of security, if only temporary.

  While the others worked, Selene knelt beside Dante and carefully examined his wounds. Her background as a nursing student proved invaluable as she skillfully cleaned and bandaged the injuries. Her gentle touch and calm demeanor brought not just physical relief, but also a sense of reassurance in the chaos.

  Dante winced as she tightened the bandage around his hand. “Thanks, Selene. I owe you one.”

  “Just don’t go charging into another fight without thinking,” she teased lightly, though her tone carried genuine concern.