My Classroom of Zombies

My wife and her lover lured me into a school overrun with zombies, planning to use me as food for them.

Just as the zombies were about to tear me to pieces, I awakened the Eternal Homeroom Teacher System!

As long as I played the role of a strict homeroom teacher and scolded the zombies, it would trigger the fear they once felt toward their elementary school teachers.

They would obediently turn into well-behaved "students," following every command I gave.

When I finally returned with the entire school full of zombies and confronted my wife and her lover, they were completely stunned.

The blood moon descended, and the zombie outbreak erupted without warning.

Risking being devoured by zombies, I ventured out to search for my wife, Emma Snow.

But she and her lover, Felix Stone, lured me with a single text message to the very heart of the zombie outbreak---the school.

Now I'm trapped in an abandoned classroom, cornered by an entire class of zombies.

They were all students here when they were alive.

Now only tattered school uniforms hang from their rotting bodies.

Their cloudy eyes fix on me, teeth bared, guttural groans rasping from deep in their throats.

My back is pressed against the blackboard.

My only weapon is half a broken mop handle.

Watching the zombie horde closing in, despair soaks through me like ice water.

"Emma Snow! Felix Stone! If I get out of here alive, I swear I'll tear you both to pieces!"

Bitter hatred floods my heart, but the mass of zombies pressing closer fills me with despair.

Am I really going to die here like this, humiliated, devoured by zombies?

Ding! Detecting host in desperate situation.

Eternal Homeroom Teacher System successfully activated!

This system aims to reform lost lambs through strictness and purify the world's filth with discipline.

Please remember your teacher's ethics and restore classroom order!

What the hell?

My mind is in chaos.

It's the apocalypse, and I get an education system?

What use is that!

Just then, a female zombie in a school uniform lunges at me, her reeking mouth wide open, about to bite my throat!

In this critical moment, inspiration strikes.

I think of the system.

With nothing to lose, I sternly scold the female zombie:

"Which class are you from?"

"Didn't you hear the class bell ring?"

"How dare you act so unruly!"

"Get back to your seat right now!"

Time seems to freeze in that moment.

The female zombie's movements suddenly stop.

Her gaping mouth slowly closes.

In her cloudy eyes, a flash of something human appears---panic and confusion carved deep into her soul.

Then... she actually lowers her head, drags her feet, and slowly shuffles back to an empty seat.

She sits down obediently, even unconsciously placing her hands on the desk.

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost student x1.

Teacher authority +1!

Rewarding beginner's gift: Authority Pointer and Chalk of Discipline!

The next second, a sleek black pointer materializes in my hand, heavy and solid.

A full box of chalk appears on the podium.

I'm shocked.

This actually works?

I take a deep breath, suppress my churning emotions, straighten my back, and slam the pointer hard on the podium!

"Bang!"

The sharp sound echoes through the dead-silent classroom.

All the zombies tremble in unison, fear appearing on their faces in an almost human way.

I scan the room like a real teacher examining undisciplined students:

"Don't you know it's class time!"

"Our class is the loudest in the entire building."

"Can you be quiet!"

"Well? Why'd you stop talking!"

"I'm holding a meeting up here while you hold little meetings down there, is that it?"

"Where's the class monitor?"

"Stand up!"

"And you few peeking in from the doorway---which class are you from?"

"Wandering the hallways during class."

"What does that look like!"

"All of you get in here and stand while you listen!"

"Look at me!"

"Why are you looking at them?"

"Listen to me!"

These words strike directly at their souls!

The zombies all show fear, then begin shuffling their feet, swaying as they enter the classroom, jostling each other to find their seats.

The few zombies caught peeking shrink their necks and obediently squeeze to the back of the classroom, not daring to sit, automatically standing as punishment.

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost students x12.

Teacher authority +12!

I look at this group of increasingly docile students, then glance out the window at the ruined apocalyptic wasteland.

An uncontrollable smile, tinged with madness, curves my lips.

Emma Snow, Felix Stone... you never expected this, did you?

Not only did I survive, but I now have a class full of zombie students.

Just wait.

I'll bring my students to settle this score with you properly!

Burning for revenge, I want to lead this zombie class to find that cheating couple right now.

However, just as I step out of the classroom, the system suddenly issues a warning.

Beep!

Warning! As an ordinary teacher, host's authority is below 100.

After taking students out of the classroom, you will be unable to control their behavior!

When host's authority reaches 100, ordinary teacher will be promoted to homeroom teacher.

Host can freely take direct students out of the classroom.

When authority reaches 500, "Homeroom Teacher Intimidation Field" can be deployed.

Within a 500-meter radius, all zombies can feel the homeroom teacher's authority and will be suppressed!

I see!

So that's how authority works!

I was too impulsive just now!

I must quickly raise my authority to 100---no, to be safe, straight to 500.

Otherwise, with countless zombies outside the school, relying only on my homeroom teacher status and the zombie students in this school won't be enough to guarantee my safety.

I need the intimidation field for critical moments!

Just then, a giant zombie nearly two meters tall charges toward me.

It's incredibly fast, sending student zombies flying as they block its path!

In the blink of an eye, the giant zombie reaches me and lunges!

My anger has nowhere to vent.

I stride back into the classroom and whip the pointer down on the podium with all my strength!

"Crack!"

I glare, pointing at the giant zombie and roaring:

"Who gave you permission to run around outside during class time!"

"Which class are you from?"

"Are the school hallways meant for students to run and roughhouse?"

"Charging around recklessly---this is completely unacceptable!!"

The giant zombie's body shudders violently.

Deep, bone-level panic and fear---the kind students feel facing a stern teacher---appears on its face.

Its crimson eyes don't even dare meet mine.

It lowers its head, at a loss.

I fix my gaze on the giant zombie.

With its large build, it shouldn't be a student.

Could it be a parent?

"Even after graduating, you still give me this much trouble!"

"Is this how I taught you?"

"Respecting teachers, caring for the young---where did all your basic manners go?"

"Look what you've done!"

I point to the student zombies with mangled limbs from being knocked aside.

"Hold out your hand!"

The giant zombie's body trembles violently.

Shaking, it extends its huge, rotting palm---the size of a fan---before me.

Without mercy, I raise the pointer and strike down hard on its palm!

"Ahhh---!"

The giant zombie releases an inhuman howl of pain.

Its massive body shakes violently, and a clear scorch mark appears on its palm!

It seems this pointer not only increases authority but can also inflict real harm and pain on zombies!

After five consecutive strikes, the giant zombie has collapsed to its knees, clutching its palm covered in black scorch marks, whimpering.

All its previous ferocity is gone.

I snort coldly, withdraw the pointer, and glare viciously at the trembling student zombies around me: "And you lot!"

"Urgh!"

The zombies all jolt at once.

Their hunched bodies immediately straighten.

They even suppress the gurgling sounds in their throats, terrified they'll be next.

I coldly survey this cowed group of zombies:

"You are the worst class I've ever taught!"

"Not listening during class is one thing, but you dare gang up to chase your teacher?"

"Lawless!"

"Believe me, I'll call your parents right now!"

"All of you face the wall and reflect!"

"Think hard about your mistakes!"

My pointer indicates the blank classroom wall.

The zombies, as if granted amnesty, quickly line up in rows against the wall, facing it, not daring any movement.

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost student x1.

Teacher authority +1!

Still too slow!

I've extracted most of this classroom's potential.

I need to take the initiative.

I take a deep breath and stride out of the classroom with purpose.

Target---the first floor with the densest zombie concentration!

The first floor has at least a hundred zombies gathered.

Unlike the upper floors dominated by student zombies, the zombies here wear various clothing and mostly appear to be adults---clearly parents who once came to pick up children or handle school business.

Their crimson eyes lock onto me.

They release more frenzied roars, swarming toward me with bared teeth and claws, far more intimidating than the student zombies!

I remain calm, quickly retreating into the nearest empty classroom, raising my pointer and shouting outside:

"Don't you know it's class time?"

"Your children are studying peacefully inside, and you parents are making a racket outside, baring your teeth and claws---what does that look like!"

"Do you still want your kids to get into college or not?"

These words hit like precision mental strikes.

The effect is immediate!

The parent zombies in front screech to a halt.

The violent expressions on their faces freeze instantly, then transform into a mixture of terror, confusion, and the bone-deep anxiety parents feel about their children's education.

In their crimson eyes, they actually squeeze out a hint of human-like servility and flattery.

"Urgh..."

A middle-aged male zombie even instinctively performs a clumsy, almost fawning bow toward me.

The other parent zombies follow suit!

Seeing the moment is right, I soften my tone slightly but maintain an unquestionable commanding manner:

"If you want your children to continue their education and make something of themselves in the future, then get in here, sit down properly, and I'll hold a parent meeting for you shortly!"

Before I finish speaking, this group of parent zombies---so savage just moments ago---eagerly swarm into the classroom, carefully searching for seats, then sitting down properly.

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost students x83.

Teacher authority +83!

The pleasant system notification sounds.

Success!

Having tasted victory, I don't linger.

Using the same method, I move between different floors and classrooms of the teaching building, recruiting the wandering and hiding zombies of all types one by one.

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost students x38.

Teacher authority +38!

Ding! Successfully intimidated lost students x144.

Teacher authority +144!

...

Ding! Congratulations, host's authority has reached 500!

Successfully unlocked Homeroom Teacher Intimidation Field!

Yes!

Finally!

Emma Snow, Felix Stone...

I'm bringing my zombies to find you now!