Chapter 119: Konkuk University Student Council
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 119: Konkuk University Student Council
Lately, whenever evening rolled around, Kim Ji-hee would eat her dinner, grab some Cat Treats, and head out for a walk.
"What are you doing?"
"...I thought there might be a stray cat wandering around."
"Want to wear the cat outfit again? It's been a while."
"..."
I think I heard Oh Se-i picked up a cat and was raising it, so she must have been jealous of that.
Well, it's not like I'm against keeping dogs or cats.
But that doesn't mean she can bring one into my house and treat it like royalty.
Dogs and cats are always at their cutest and most lovable when you're just looking at someone else's pet from time to time.
To stop her from whining about cats, I'll have to fuck her until she's making cat noises again soon.
More importantly, today was the day I decided to go to Konkuk University, so I woke up early at dawn.
Leaving Kim Ji-hee sleeping beside me, I went to the hot spring to wake myself up, get my healing buffs, and pack my weapons.
I wasn't particularly nervous.
The difficulty level was much lower than when I went to Dong Seoul Terminal to clear out the drug cartel.
It wasn't like anyone at Konkuk University would have raided a military base to arm themselves with guns. I just had to watch out for people with high skill levels, but honestly, considering the stat difference, unless they had guns, I was highly unlikely to get hit anyway.
Plus, thanks to the mana skill I brought back from Dong Seoul Terminal, I could freely use "Skill Acceleration" and "Skill Deceleration" this time.
I set off with a light heart.
Since the tram only ran until slightly past Seongsu Station, I got off there and walked.
I need to clear out this neighborhood soon and expand the tram's route.
But that's something to think about after the Zombie Rush is over.
I arrived at Konkuk University Station.
The burnt-down buildings were still there, and instead of the drug cartel, it seemed like people who had been hiding elsewhere had crawled out to occupy the surrounding buildings.
It's quite fascinating.
Whether in a zombie apocalypse or in reality.
People hide away somewhere, and then, like cockroaches, the moment they get some breathing room, they crawl out and build nests.
Normally, I'd wonder, Are there even people around here? Am I the only one left?
But then, whenever I happen to spot them by chance or visit a place I haven't been to in a while, survivor NPCs have inevitably set up a faction and are living there.
Back then, I thought the game just spawned NPCs for entertainment, but looking at reality now, it seems that's not entirely the case.
I passed the station and headed toward the university.
Since there were naturally many people around the buildings, zombies were barely in sight.
As expected, the university entrance was blocked by a barricade.
The campus was quite large, but with only a few entrances, it looked like it would be fairly easy to defend.
Since it was an area with high foot traffic anyway, as long as there were plenty of people, they wouldn't have to worry too much about zombies.
Sneaking humans would probably be the bigger issue, though.
"What brings you here?"
Perhaps because this was a university, they weren't as guarded as I expected and asked first.
Was it because I arrived around sunrise?
I was carrying weapons, but they didn't seem like they were going to block me from entering.
"I took the tram, got off halfway, and walked."
"..."
"..."
The guy, looking at me with an expression that clearly said What kind of bullshit is this?, asked again.
"I asked what business you have here."
"I came to attend class today."
"...Hey. Is there class today?"
I was getting tired of the cliché questions, so I just spouted the first thing that came to mind, but surprisingly, it got a reaction.
The guy next to him scratched his head.
"Class? Dunno. I don't have class today."
"Uh... shit... was there a class?"
Are these bastards serious?
I quickly retorted.
"Hey, you motherfuckers. If you don't know, just open up. I have to get to class. It's an 8 o'clock class, and I'm going to be late."
"Ah, whatever. He says he has class..."
And with that, they actually opened the barricade.
What is up with these idiots?
Is there actually a class?
Honestly, until the moment they opened it, I thought they were playing along with the joke.
I expected them to attack me as I passed, yelling, What fucking class, you dumbass! But instead, they even bowed at the waist as I walked in.
Something smells fishy here.
Since this was a university, of course there would be classes.
I had only cracked a joke to match the university theme, too.
But there was no way actual classes would exist in a zombie apocalypse.
Well, maybe they could.
If it was a faction that had taken over a university.
If actual college students and professors had formed the faction.
Survival is survival, but education is also a valid investment for the future.
But the problem was that an outsider, not someone living inside the base, was going in for a class.
The campus is this huge, and a student living outside is coming in just to attend class?
Even when they've barricaded the entrance and have guards stationed there 24/7?
It reeked of something suspicious.
Above all, I know what I look like.
My face definitely doesn't look like a college student's.
Yet they just let me in.
If they thought I was a professor, they would have recognized my face.
I'll find out once I get there.
There were quite a few university buildings.
And there were many people walking around inside the campus.
Is it a small faction after all?
While it wasn't bustling and packed like a normal university, with a faction of at least 200 people, it didn't feel completely deserted.
Of course, it didn't feel like the "class" environment I had heard about on my way in.
Instead of books, people were carrying and moving supplies, and most of them looked to be around college age.
I grabbed one of the passersby and asked.
"I'm trying to get to class. Where should I go?"
Startled by my grip, the student pointed a finger.
"Y-you can go to the... Life Sciences Building over there..."
"Thanks."
Hmm.
The atmosphere here isn't much different from other places.
In fact, finding a truly unique faction is harder.
Everyone lives normally until the apocalypse hits, and then they struggle to survive by any means necessary. That's human instinct, and most humans act the same way.
Hierarchy.
Power.
Plunder.
Whether the players are thugs and civilians, drug addicts, orphans and punks, or students and professors.
There are only minor differences like that; everywhere is basically the same.
It's the same for the countless zombie apocalypse events.
Only the minor details differ; looking at the big picture, the core plots are all pretty much the same.
How entertainingly they branch out from that main trunk is what brings enjoyment to a user experiencing the event, rather than a sense of novelty.
Drawing from my long experience, I could already guess what was going on here.
Entering the building labeled "Biotechnology Building," I found the security was much tighter than outside.
I spoke to the guys blocking my path.
"I'm here for class."
"Your name?"
The moment I saw the guy warily scanning me while pulling out a file to check, I activated "Cat Step" along with "Time Acceleration" and "Time Deceleration" to quickly scan the paper and return to my spot.
"Kim Seok-yun."
There were quite a few people on the list, with names, times, and room numbers written next to them.
I had simply picked a random name from the list that matched the time I arrived.
Well, given the timing, the actual guy I named would probably show up soon and cause some confusion, but as long as I gave an unchecked name to get inside, that was all that mattered.
Honestly, there was no real reason for me to play along like this.
I could just run amok, demand to see the boss, and overthrow the faction.
But it would be a waste to pass up finding out what kind of "class" granted a free pass right from the entrance.
Events like this were rare, after all.
"Follow me."
I followed the man to Room 204 on my designated floor.
It seemed they were just using the building's original floor and lecture room numbers.
When he opened the door, instead of a lecture hall, I saw a massage bed set up in the darkness under a dim, soft light.
The spacious lecture room seemed to have been partitioned into several smaller rooms with temporary walls.
Inside, a woman was waiting, practically naked.
"Wow."
"Once your class is over, you can head down to the first floor."
The man bowed and went back down.
As I walked in, the woman bowed deeply at the waist.
Then, she approached me.
"I'll... help you undress."
Her voice trembled slightly.
She didn't seem experienced, and though it was hard to see clearly in the dark, the dim light revealed she was in her early to mid-20s.
She looked like a college student.
Rather than being drop-dead gorgeous, her face carried the innocence and purity typical of her age.
Her figure wasn't bad either.
In fact, she was the type some would consider to have a great body.
Considering there were other rooms, I might have gotten lucky with my draw.
The woman lifted my shirt.
I raised my hands to make it easier for her to take off.
After removing my shirt, she slowly pressed her lips to my nipples and began to suck.
After sucking for a bit, she pulled down my pants as well.
She touched my rock-hard cock and led me toward the massage bed.
"Please lie face down, and I'll... start the massage."
Only then did I realize the true nature of the "class" held here.
Lying down, I watched the naked woman pour oil over her own body and asked,
"I thought the class here was for studying, but it turns out to be a practical massage class?"
"...Pardon?"
"What, are you majoring in massage therapy?"
"..."
I spoke to the woman, who was staring at me with a flustered expression.
"Don't worry about it. Just do what you have to do. But you can still answer with your mouth."
Since a nice event had triggered after coming all this way, I figured I might as well postpone my original objective for just a little bit.