Chapter 6
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Desperate Bargains
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To level up, I probably just need to kill zombies, right?
Just like how I became an Awakener after taking them down.
It'd be nice if there was an experience gauge to show how many I need to kill, but nope, they didn't bother with that. Did the guy who implemented this system even play games before?
No consideration for the user at all. None.
Oh, and when I Awakened, they gave me these coins for achieving something. What the hell are those?
I checked my Status Window, and there was my current coin count listed. When I tapped the coin section with my finger, a description popped up.
[Coin: Obtained with a certain probability when killing zombies. Can be used to strengthen an Awakener's skills or purchase items from the shop.]
So, basically currency for using the system? It's a bit annoying that it's not guaranteed every time you kill a zombie—just a probability drop.
Currency like this has to have tons of uses, but the fact that it's not a sure thing is a huge letdown.
Guess that means I need to kill as many zombies as possible. That's the only way to rack up a decent amount of coins.
Plus, I can get coins from achievements too.
Skimming through them, it looks like they give coins every time you hit a certain zombie kill milestone. And beyond that, like in games, you get them for reaching levels or strengthening skills.
Conclusion: slaughter zombies nonstop to farm coins, level up like crazy, upgrade skills, and live easy.
Now that I've got my plan, time to drop these supplies at home and put on a zombie massacre show.
Let's farm those coins hard.
"Um, excuse me... wait a sec!"
I was packing up to head home when a woman's voice called out. Looking back, there she was—the one who'd followed me out of the convenience store, staring at me with desperate eyes.
"P-please, help me out!"
What the hell? The sudden request caught me off guard, and I scowled without thinking.
"I saw you taking down those zombies earlier... you seem really strong. Could you help me get home? Please?"
"...Why the hell should I?"
Her casual expectation of help left me dumbfounded.
"Why...? I mean..."
"Why should I help you? What's in it for me? It's just a waste of my time."
"B-but..."
"Can't you see the world's gone to shit? Look after yourself. Asking strangers for free handouts is for people without a conscience. Got it?"
She had no comeback. Obviously, what could she offer a guy like me?
In a zombie apocalypse, the only "help" a woman might offer a man is probably selling her body. Looking at her, honestly, that's the only thing I could see her bringing to the table.
"Good luck then. Bye."
I grabbed my stuff and started walking slowly toward home.
About ten steps in?
"Ah! I can be useful!"
She'd followed me and shouted it out like she'd just remembered. Somehow, I had a feeling her idea of "useful" wasn't what I had in mind.
Still, let's hear her out.
"Useful? How?"
"I'm a Medical Specialist! If you get hurt, I can treat you! Doesn't that help?"
"Medical Specialist? Ha... that's your big idea?"
"Huh? What do you..."
The fact that her "genius" plan was just pitching her trait made me shake my head in disbelief.
"Are you brain-dead? You think being a Medical Specialist helps me? Sure, maybe a little. But is it useful right now? No."
"Well, yeah, but... later, if you fight zombies and get hurt, I could help then, right?"
She didn't know anything about me, so I guess she could think that. But imagining me getting hurt by zombies? Hard to picture.
"Sure, maybe. But I don't plan on getting hurt fighting zombies, so you're pretty useless. And even if I needed a healer, why you? Why not find a better Medical Specialist? You think you're the only one who picked that trait? Hell, there's probably someone way better out there. Pitching it like it's something only you can do is just stupid. Got it?"
She froze, words failing her.
"Or do you have some standout skill as a Medical Specialist?"
"I majored in nursing and know medical stuff. So I'd be pretty good at healing... right?"
"Idiot, then just find a doctor who's a Medical Specialist. They'd be way more useful."
"Th-then... uh, there has to be something..."
She desperately wanted to convince me she could help, but she was just opening and closing her mouth with nothing coming out.
"Drop the Medical Specialist crap. Either tell me something only you can do, or I can't help you. I'm out. Survive on your own. Good luck."
I turned my back and headed home again, making it clear this was her last shot.
Truth be told, if she'd straight-up offered her body, I wouldn't say no. She was pretty cute from that quick glance—stripping her might be fun. But I'm not gonna force it. Sweet-talking aside, rape's not my thing.
About five minutes after leaving her behind, I heard quick footsteps rushing up from behind.
Turning around, there she was, panting hard as she ran toward me.
She overtook me at a sprint and blocked my path.
"Huff... huff... O-okay. Haa..."
"Okay what?"
"What... I can do for you right now."
Her tired face held a look of grim resolve.
"And what's that?"
I could guess from her expression, but played dumb. She swallowed hard, hesitating, then slowly spoke.
"My... my body... I'll give it to you..."
Didn't expect her to actually say it.
Maybe she's that desperate. And she's no idiot—if she hadn't grasped the situation, she'd have been zombie chow by now or holed up in that store warehouse forever.
The fact she knew she had to do this to survive proved she had a brain.
Her desperation sparked a bit of mischief in me, so even though I knew, I made her say it clearly.
"What? Couldn't hear that. Say it louder and clearer."
"Nngh! I'll... I'll have sex with you!!"
"Good, that's how you say it. Alright, let's head to my place first. Drop this stuff off, then we do it there. You don't wanna do it in the street, right?"
Her face flushed red with embarrassment, she just nodded silently.
It wasn't long before I made it home with the woman—Han Yejin. We'd exchanged names on the walk.
"Wanna shower first? Or we can start right now."
"N-no... showering first sounds better."
Yejin glanced nervously around my room as she answered. Can't blame her for being anxious about hooking up with a stranger she just met.
"Fine. Wait here. If you change your mind, just run. You can find your way home, right?"
"Ugh... N-no, I'm staying..."
Like she had a choice.
On the way here, we'd run into a few zombies. Naturally, I handled them cleanly.
Watching me wipe them out in seconds drove home how dangerous it was for her to wander alone. She knew clinging to me was her only ticket home.
"Cool. If you're hungry, help yourself to some of the convenience store stuff."
I told her that, then headed into the shower.
Mana Drain keeps me clean when I kill zombies, but hacking them with a regular knife gets blood everywhere—gotta wash up.
After rinsing off, I stepped out naked. There was Yejin, sitting quietly in the middle of the room, waiting.
"Y-you're out... Kyaa!"
She yelped and covered her eyes as I emerged bare-assed.
"Hey, we're about to see each other naked anyway. What's with the screaming? Shut it—zombies hear and come knocking, then what?"
"S-sorry..."
"Then hurry up and strip."
"O-okay."
Yejin slowly peeled off her clothes, folding them neatly beside her. Watching a pretty girl undress right in front of me? Yeah, I could feel the blood rushing south.
"Oh... you're one of those types who looks smaller dressed, huh?"
Even clothed, her chest hadn't seemed small, but naked? Way bigger. Leaning forward, they sagged just right under gravity.
Fully stripped, she stood there bashfully—one hand over her breasts, the other shielding below.
Her black hair down to her waist contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. And through her fingers, that bush down there—untamed and full. Kinda hot.
Having admired her from top to bottom, time for the main event.
"Alright, ready to get it on?"