Chapter 179: A Mukbang Master Doesn't Care About the Quantity, Even in a Food Fight
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 179: A Mukbang Master Doesn't Care About the Quantity, Even in a Food Fight
This was my oversight.
Honestly, unless I had written everything down and planned to periodically renew my Level 3 Dungeon records, this was bound to happen eventually.
No. To be honest, it happened faster than I expected.
The day I set the new record for the Seongsu Station Level 3 Dungeon.
Although my stats are incomparably higher now, back then, I had cleared the dungeon as fast as I could, giving it my absolute all.
That time was 58 minutes.
I thought it was a record that ordinary people wouldn't dare dream of beating in the current situation.
It was only natural.
After all, I had cleared that dungeon with stats well over level 10.
I had herded and slaughtered zombies by the hundreds, killing them without a single moment's rest.
Of course, since I was alone, some allowances had to be made.
No matter how strong a single person is, there are limits, and back then, I was just beating them down haphazardly.
If a large group of people cleared the same dungeon together, maybe they could achieve a similar result.
At least, if they were skilled enough to kill the rushing Level 1 zombies as easily as I did, and could quickly suppress Level 2 and Level 3 zombies by working together.
If they were at least at that level, it seemed plausible.
But even so, it still didn't make sense.
"Just how many of them raided how small of a dungeon?"
This fastest record bonus event—if you could call it an event—had one major blind spot.
And that was the unfairness of the conditions.
If everyone had to face the exact same zombies in the exact same numbers under the exact same conditions, I was confident I wouldn't lose.
But that wasn't the case here.
There must be countless Level 3 Dungeons in Korea alone.
Some dungeons might be classified as Level 3 despite being tiny with very few zombies, simply because they had a high ratio of high-level zombies.
On the other hand, there would be shitty Level 3 "Survivor Dungeons" like the one I was looking at now, which wouldn't be out of place even if they were classified as Level 4.
Well, since Survivor Dungeons are officially stated to have higher difficulty, it wouldn't be strange to treat them as Level 4 in normal terms.
So, to gain an advantage in this competition—this event—the method was incredibly simple and clear.
Prepare to face as few zombies as possible and kill them quickly.
Send as many people as possible into the dungeon to suppress the zombies rapidly.
Ideally, the space shouldn't be too large, so that stray, minor zombies don't drag out the clear time.
If all these conditions were met, it would be possible.
This was certainly a much more realistic and feasible approach than me trying to sweep Seongsu Station all by myself.
The problem was the efficiency of doing so.
After clearing a dungeon...
Even if they got a 100% bonus reward, as the number of mouths to feed increased, the share each person got would shrink.
"Interesting."
Actually, I knew.
I knew that even if they had to give up such rewards, many people would still take on the challenge for the sake of pride, even if it meant taking a loss.
Actually, this was for the best.
It hadn't been long since my record was broken.
My record was still intact when I entered the Hanyang University Level 3 Dungeon.
I didn't care how many people cleared which dungeon.
It might not even be what I thought.
They might actually possess the military power to wipe out a massive horde of zombies with overwhelming firepower.
The only thing that mattered was that I break that record again.
"I'll break it with this."
A master craftsman doesn't blame his tools.
Complaining that your portion is larger than others in a record-setting food fight is not the mark of a master.
Only when you eat more and faster than anyone else to set a record will others acknowledge you, and only then can you acknowledge yourself.
"Oppa, I'm ready."
Kim Ji-hee, who had taken the tram back home, finished her preparations at the Large Warehouse.
I was waiting at the entrance of the department store.
It felt a bit cheap, but...
Still, if you want to eat a massive amount, you need something like a digestive aid.
I ordered some "digestive aids."
"Keep sending grenades and rifle ammo. Start with about 30 grenades."
"Heh?! That many? Okay, I'll send them over first."
The "digestive aids" piled up neatly.
The initial batch seemed more than enough.
I chugged various doping potions.
I also devoured the Level 2 items I received as sponsorships, boosting my stats.
"Whew."
I knew a slight stat increase here wouldn't make a massive difference, but having it was still far better than not.
I looked inside the department store.
The first floor was sealed off, and the only thing in my line of sight was a sea of zombies illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the cracked windows of the upper floors.
It was dark.
I couldn't even begin to guess how many there were.
If not for the quest system, I might have felt utterly hopeless, facing an endless tsunami of zombies with no end in sight.
But I knew.
The exact number of zombies.
I grabbed the grenades.
A moment later, Kim Ji-hee's scream echoed through the communication.
"Oppa!!!!!! You're not planning to throw grenades, are you? Not on the first floor, you can't!!!!!!!!!!!"
I knew that too.
That the first floor of most department stores was packed with luxury brand shops.
But too bad.
The first floor had the most zombies, and this was the easiest way to deal with them.
"Oppa! I'm loading the rifles and sending them now."
Of course, I needed the rifles too.
At least 50 minutes.
If I wanted to lock it in at the 40-minute mark, I didn't have time to swing my fists.
"Prepare and send over 2,000 rounds of ammunition in magazines."
A grenade flew through the air and landed right in the middle of the zombies.
Boom!
Along with the deafening explosion, shrapnel sprayed in all directions, cleanly wiping out the zombies in one go.
"Damn!"
No.
Maybe I had miscalculated.
Why did I assume it was a large party of high-spec survivors with high-grade skills?
They might be such a party, but they could also just be a faction armed with a massive amount of firearms.
After all, throwing just one grenade unleashed this much firepower.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Grenades flew continuously.
Guns and firearms really were excellent weapons.
As long as you had the ability to use them, there was nothing better for drawing zombies in and wiping them out all at once.
The loud noise, which was the easiest way to lure zombies, spread far and wide, and the firepower was outstanding.
As long as you could overcome the drawback of limited usage, or had the confidence to survive after running out, there was no weapon that could annihilate zombies faster than firearms.
Especially Level 1 zombies.
My stats were probably similar to or slightly higher than when I cleared Seongsu Station.
But even so, Level 1 zombies were basically just normal humans with slightly tougher lifespans.
None of them could survive a grenade exploding right in front of their faces.
Of course, there were things to watch out for.
There were simply too many zombies.
If a grenade fell to the floor and exploded, only the few zombies packed tightly around it would take the hit, cutting its effectiveness in half.
Taking that into account, I threw them to hit as many zombies as possible.
Flesh splattered in all directions as the zombie corpses piled up.
Funnily enough, because I was throwing grenades, the aggro was drawn to the explosion sites. Since I wasn't firing a gun, only the zombies right next to me came shuffling over.
I casually sliced them down with my longsword while continuing to hurl grenades.
Fortunately, the department store was spacious.
I had more than enough throwing power, so I didn't waste any grenades on the piles of corpses.
When the only places left to throw were too close to me—meaning I might get caught in the blast—I pocketed the remaining five grenades and raised my rifle.
No matter how many weapons I had, it didn't mean I could just waste them.
Ammunition was always limited.
Until I could farm another military base, it was best to use it when necessary but avoid wasting it needlessly.
Though right now...
This was a justified expense.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Bullets sprayed out in rapid succession.
My accuracy was probably in the gutter, but in a place that was half-corpse and half-zombie, accuracy didn't really matter.
I fired, emptying and reloading magazines as fast as possible.
It was incredibly fun because no matter where I aimed and shot, zombies were constantly rushing in.
My high stats allowed me to shoot and reload faster than the zombies could react.
It made me want to quickly do Paradise Residency K and grab a shooting-related mode if there was one.
What if there was a mode that let me land headshots on all these countless zombies?
The muzzle flashes briefly illuminated the darkness.
By the time I could no longer sense any movement...
I threw a glowstone to light up the surroundings.
Not the self-illuminating stones you see in wuxia novels, but a survival item that shone brightly when loaded with batteries.
The spacious first floor of the department store was entirely a field of corpses.
I didn't know if there were still moving zombies, but they might just be hidden beneath the bodies.
In that short span of time, I had slaughtered nearly 700 zombies.
Did that even take ten minutes?
It seemed I really had been short-sighted.
In the end, modern weapons are indispensable in a zombie apocalypse.
With the thought that it might be entirely possible if I utilized them, I ran up to the second floor.
I could always clean up the stray zombies on my way back down.
The insanely broken dungeon raid, aided by an insanely broken mode that allowed me to receive supplies from outside the dungeon, was over in just 40 minutes.
Amidst the realization that I had lost myself and raided my weapon storage for the first time in a while, it belatedly dawned on me that this was a new type of dungeon—a Survivor Dungeon.