"Legacy of the Heroes Humanity?" Andrew's eyes lit up when he saw the name of the skill. After reading the vague but concise information on the skill scroll, his expression became even calmer.
At the moment, Andrew was far more powerful than any human had been before the world changed. His strength had reached 65 points thanks to the Bow and the Jacket he had just acquired, his agility had reached 70, and even the rest of his stats were at least double those of a normal person.
However, although he could currently dominate his enemies by overwhelming them with his stats, acquired treasures, and Fire Manipulation skill, Andrew was well aware that if he faced an equal-armed enemy with real combat experience, it would certainly mean his death.
What Andrew lacked most at that moment was combat experience and control over his power. But with the skill scroll in his hands, this problem could be solved immediately. He just had to wish it, and he would instantly become an elite soldier with years of training and combat experience, augmented by the experiences of the greatest heroes in human history.
However, Andrew hesitated.
"Unclassified skill…?" he muttered to himself.
Although he didn't know how skill levels and classifications worked, Andrew, who had obtained a skill classified as a "first-order skill," couldn't help but think that this *Legacy of the Heroes Humanity* skill might not be useful in the long run.
Before he could think further, the beautiful and charming Brunilde interrupted him with a sweet smile: "Don't worry. Even if, in the long run, this skill might not prove useful, it's only a passive skill."
Hearing this, Andrew's eyes shone brightly as he realized that the word "passive" was the key.
Even after facing so many dangers, Andrew had not forgotten the warning he received when he decided to learn the Fire Manipulation skill. That warning reminded him that he could only learn four more external skills.
"External active skills are those skills that require mana to function and that you haven't learned on your own in life," Andrew explained patiently. "Before, you were just an ordinary untrained human, and yet you managed to learn a terrifying skill in just a few seconds."
Andrew didn't dare interrupt her and focused all his attention on her.
Brunilde continued, "Although it might be fine now, if you learn too many external active skills, in the long run your brain will be overloaded by all the accumulated information and your body cannot support such stress… That's precisely why you can only learn five active ones at first. I'll explain more about this when we have time, as I prefer not to rush things. However, you don't need to worry at all. The passive skills you can learn through skill scrolls are endless!"
That was all he needed to hear.
Andrew looked at Brunilde with a rare smile and said slowly, "You really are my lucky demigoddess, Brunilde."
Without waiting for a reply and without seeing her reaction, he closed his eyes and wished to learn the contents of the scroll in his hands.
The scroll in his hands turned into countless particles of light that flowed into his body. Deep within his soul, a rune appeared, bronze-colored, engraved with countless symbols.
Andrew immediately felt a slight tingling in his mind that, rather than being painful, was uncomfortable.
Martial arts for self-defense, combat techniques to kill an opponent in the shortest possible time depending on circumstances, control of bladed weapons, knowledge of melee weapons, and how they worked correctly, as well as the optimal way to use them.
So much information flooded Andrew's brain that for several seconds his mind went blank, unsure how to react.
He looked at his hands in disbelief and couldn't help but mutter, "So this is how strong the elite soldiers and heroes of the past were…?"
At that moment, only he knew how terrifying his strength had become. His stats hadn't changed at all, but Andrew was confident that if he met the Great Mantis again, he could finish it in less than three seconds even without using his Fire Manipulation skill.
In fact, Andrew didn't even realize that his gaze had changed. His green eyes had become sharper and more piercing, like a sheathed blade waiting for the moment to show its lethality to the world.
"Well, you've gained the combat experience of the best elite soldiers and heroes in your world's history, so it's understandable that your strength has taken a big step forward." Brunilde smiled. Her voice was extremely pleasant to listen to. "Although you were strong by human standards before, your combat experience was simply too lacking. Now you can barely consider yourself a beginner."
Andrew looked at her doubtfully. A beginner? He didn't think so.
Brunilde looked at him with a smile that wasn't very friendly and said slowly, "In your world, you could consider yourself an elite among humans… But that's limited to your world. There are infinite other worlds with infinite other fighters and cultures. In my eyes, you're like a child just learning to walk."
Finally, Andrew raised both hands in surrender, and his emotions cooled. Being proud and arrogant was fine, but Brunilde was right; he had just begun to take his first steps. Too much arrogance or confidence could get him killed, and he had absolutely no intention of dying.
Brunilde also noticed that Andrew had put his feet back on the ground and couldn't help but smile. If he had become too proud over something so small, it would have been too disappointing for her; fortunately, it hadn't turned out that way.
Andrew looked at the metal door in front of him. He could still hear the frantic banging of the creatures inside, trying to forcefully break down the door.
"If the floor gets too dirty it will be a headache to clean later," Andrew said casually, and opened the door without hesitation.
Immediately, like wild beasts freed from their confinement, the zombies staggered out of the cafeteria. Their hands reached for their prey as quickly as possible, and their blood-stained faces gave them an extremely horrifying appearance.
Andrew didn't even draw his sword. He took a big step forward and raised his right foot, striking the first zombie directly in the throat.
The sound of bones shattering into countless pieces was terrifying, and anyone who heard it would undoubtedly be shocked beyond words.
The struck zombie flew several meters, hitting the zombies behind it in the process. When it hit the floor, it didn't move anymore.
The zombie was still alive since its brain was intact. However, Andrew's kick had destroyed its jaw and crushed the upper bones of its spine. Therefore, although the brain still functioned, it could no longer use its mouth to bite nor move its hands or feet; the zombie was no different from any other zombie Andrew had killed before.
No. If there was a difference, no blood flowed like a fountain.
In total, there were more than fifteen zombies inside the cafeteria.
With nearly 70 agility points, Andrew's body flashed constantly, appearing and disappearing among the group of zombies.
The sound of bones breaking along with the thuds of zombies hitting the floor after being struck was extremely clear in the room.
Sometimes he used his fists, sometimes his palms or the sides of his hands, his feet, knees, and sometimes elbows. His entire body had become an extremely robust, sharp, and formidable weapon capable of taking the life of any enemy.
Less than ten seconds later, all fifteen zombies lay on the floor; alive, but no different from those actually dead.
Some had all four limbs broken, others had their jaws shattered and spines split into countless pieces, and others' heads had been twisted at impossible angles, disconnecting the brain from the rest of the body.
Andrew's expression remained impassive in front of this terrifying sight. Thanks to his Fire Manipulation skill, combined with the experience of humanity's strongest elites, his heart could no longer be shaken by something like this.
However, the sound of bones breaking and bodies hitting walls and tables naturally drew the attention of others.
Sloane, Chese, and Jasper appeared outside the cafeteria. They had obviously come to see what was happening after hearing the commotion.
Chese, holding his sword ready to be used at any moment, couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw the pitiful condition of the corpses on the floor.
Even Jasper, usually wild and strong, changed his expression sharply. He looked at Andrew standing among the corpses and couldn't help but murmur, "Is he still human or not?"
Meanwhile, Sloane's beautiful but cold face was slightly frowning. Her icy gaze shifted from Andrew to the zombies on the floor. She noticed that, aside from the pitiful state of their bodies, there were no bleeding wounds; even the creatures' heads were practically intact.