Chapter 61
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Luring the Tyrant
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It wasn't the kind of monster that would die from a few grenades. Right now, we had no means to kill it. So... we had to shake it off. At least far away from this factory district.
My whole body was numb, but I pulled the Diablo RX out of the truck bed and hopped on. The Tyrant was distracted by the other residents. One of them, hit by its fist, had turned into a lump of meat.
Zixuan used healing, but it had no effect—he must have died instantly. The residents' eyes—even Emily and Pedro's—filled with terror and despair at this unstoppable monster.
I lay flat on the Diablo RX and aimed the strong acid shotgun at the Tyrant, pulling the trigger nonstop. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Its durability was already worn down, and it couldn't withstand the repeated recoil—the strong acid shotgun shattered. Even after taking five shots, not one of which missed, the thing was completely unscathed.
I hadn't expected anything anyway. I'd already known from last time that the strong acid shotgun wouldn't work on it. I only shot it to lure it.
I grabbed the throttle and twisted. Vroom. With a roar from the exhaust, the Diablo RX shot forward like a bullet—toward the opposite direction from the others. A quick glance back showed the Tyrant chasing me.
"Si-hyun!"
Zixuan's voice came from behind.
"I'll be right back!"
I shouted back curtly and gunned the throttle. Every part of the Diablo RX, reinforced with metal reinforcement, was a speed demon clocking 35.
But even so, the Tyrant showed no signs of falling behind. It barreled toward me like a tank, smashing any obstacles in its path with its fists.
Of course, on the flip side, it wasn't closing the distance easily either.
I pondered as I kept riding.
Whether this was the same Tyrant from Hansol University or another one, I didn't know—but it was probably the former.
In Scenario 2, Tyrants only appeared due to game bugs or events.
If it was the former, that raised the question of how the Hansol University Tyrant had made it all the way here. Two possibilities came to mind.
1. Someone deliberately lured the Tyrant toward the factory district.
Exactly as it sounded—someone with ill will toward Shelter Apocalypse had drawn the Tyrant here.
'Probably the Salvation Church.'
No one else came to mind. I'd attacked their chapel and stolen the adamantium fragment they cherished as their leader's holy relic.
If they knew I was behind it all, and knew my shelter was in the factory district, they might have used the Tyrant as a weapon.
Honestly, it was a possibility I didn't want to consider. Not just the Tyrant, but I'd be facing the Salvation Church's assaults from now on.
The other possibility...
2. The Tyrant was a hyper-mutant with the activist trait.
Rare mutants had traits. Like zombies with cannibal traits that attacked not just humans but other zombies too.
The activist trait meant constantly moving to other areas. If this Tyrant was a "mutant among mutants" with that trait, it would explain things.
Either way...
'Whichever it is...'
One thing was clear: I couldn't just dump it anywhere. The Tyrant was destructive and would keep moving, smashing up nearby shelters.
'Where to dump the damn thing...'
I came up with an answer right away. Or rather, there was only one real option.
...A place where it could rampage freely even if I ditched it.
Dump it on the Salvation Church bastards. If it was their doing, it'd be revenge. If not, divine punishment.
I set my destination for the Salvation Church chapel next to Shelter C.
'Goyle, let's see you block this.'
If Goyle was still holed up there, it'd be a premium gift for that psycho freak who'd torched their church.
I desperately hoped Goyle was at the Salvation Church chapel. I throttled up again. That's when it happened—a zombie burst out from a dark commercial building. A Chaser.
I'd ditched the strong acid shotgun, so my only weapon was a rifle. But at this speed, using it was impossible.
I decided to barrel straight through.
The Chaser leaped. I ducked low and accelerated the Diablo RX. Its hand grazed my hair as it passed. It missed grabbing my head and landed on the ground.
A quick look back—it was already charging again. But it had no idea the top predator behind it was pissed off.
Even if it was the same kind of zombie, it was just an obstacle. The Tyrant's massive fist connected with the Chaser. With a splat, it tumbled straight down a dry riverbed.
If it caught me, I'd end up the same. I hit the throttle again.
And finally, after an hour or two of this, I entered Salvation Church territory. A group of believers carrying crosses came into view.
They aimed guns at me, then spotted the Tyrant behind and froze in horror.
Whether they reacted or not, I sped toward a wooden plank wedged on a roadblock of cars.
A stunt course. Difficulty: lowest.
Just ride the long plank, jump, and land.
But could I pull it off?
The Diablo RX was fast. Fail the landing at this speed, and I'd tumble across the ground—caught and devoured by the Tyrant.
Maybe I should turn back now?
...The hesitation didn't last.
'I have to do this.'
Think of it as a game. If I treat all this as a game, I can do it. I'd done it countless times in-game.
The Diablo RX raced up the plank and launched into the sky. The insane speed and float made my butt lift off the seat for a second.
I clenched my teeth and held the handle tight. Luckily, it landed perfectly. Without pausing, I twisted the throttle again. Vroom.
「You have successfully performed a stunt.」
「Job experience has increased. (Solo Stunt Bonus +150%) (First Stunt Bonus +300%)」
I glanced back after the messages. Gunfire rang out—the Salvation Church believers were shooting at it, probably. Fat chance.
It was a Tyrant. A mutant among mutants, not some ordinary one. It had shrugged off grenades, Emily's anti-materiel sniper rifle, more grenades.
The kind that wouldn't show up until Scenario 3? No, Scenario 4.
Every time its fist connected, Salvation Church believers turned to meat. They tried to flee, but no way bare humans could outrun that ferocious predator.
Finally, the last one slid down its throat, and the whole group was wiped out.
I raised my rifle at the Tyrant, now focused on feasting instead of me, and pulled the trigger. Ting. The bullet ricocheted off its thumb.
I smirked at the beast baring its teeth at me and muttered.
"Not done yet, asshole."
The giant raised its head. Its gaze locked back on me. Whew, scary as hell. I started up the Diablo RX. It began chasing again.
Soon I ran into more Salvation Church believers. Just like before, they raised guns at me, then saw the Tyrant and bolted in panic.
"What the hell is that!?"
"What else? A gift from God."
I sneered back, aimed my rifle, and fired. Bang! The shot hit, and they toppled forward.
The ones I missed got snatched by the Tyrant. Perfect partnership, right? It didn't seem to agree, charging at me.
Felt like training a dog. Maybe I'd gotten used to it—dragging the thing around felt natural now.
Finally, I reached the Salvation Church chapel.
The one with the Star Hall, the same one I'd trashed before. But true to their power, the damaged parts had been rebuilt in the meantime.
Whatever. This time, it'd be smashed beyond repair.
I glanced back at the Tyrant and muttered.
"Go fetch."
Believers poured out of the chapel.
I gunned the Diablo RX toward it. Vroom. Bang, bang. Whether they'd assessed the situation or just fired blindly, bullets grazed past my Aegis.
I'd worried about hits on exposed flesh, but they struck metal, and I slipped neatly through the half-open chapel door.
Believers rushing with guns stared at me dumbfounded.
"For the Leader!"
I shouted at them.
"Y-You're who?"
One blinked and muttered. They must be confused. They thought intruder, but now wondering if I was one of theirs.
"Who am I?"
Before I could reveal, the Tyrant smashed through the entrance and barreled in. Solid concrete building, but it crumbled on contact with its body.
"Whoa!?"
The believers freaked and scattered. I'd pulled aggro perfectly, so now I planned to bolt out the opposite exit.
"What's going on!?"
Then a man emerged from deeper in—half his face burned. I recognized him as Goyle.
He exploded the moment he saw me.
"You fucking bastard, perfect timing!"
Fuming, he panted heavily and unleashed psychokinesis.
Nearby objects began rattling. Of course, the Diablo RX I was riding didn't budge.
"Quit screwing around and worry about your own path first."
"...What the hell does that mean?"
I flashed him a meaningful smile and twisted the throttle again.
And Goyle...
"Sh-shit! What the fuck is that!?"
Came face-to-face with the Tyrant.