Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Celebrity Buff
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“Arrrgh! Fuck, stop coming already!!”
Killing them, killing them endlessly—no end in sight.
Or rather, since they were already dead... smashing them, smashing them with no end.
I’d started bashing zombie heads in the hallway by the elevator, and the corpses piled up like a mountain, naturally forming a barricade.
It was a bit easier now—just smashing the ones squeezing through the gaps—but the problem was the horde pushing in. There were way too many, constantly shoving the corpse wall toward me.
At this rate, I’d get sandwiched between the wall and the zombie bodies, stuck with nowhere to go.
‘Gotta get outta here.’
Right then, a message popped up in front of me.
A celebrity has been detected within ejaculation range. [Celebrity Buff Lv.1] skill is now available.
It was a message saying I could use the only unlocked skill so far: Celebrity Buff.
Checking the status window, the (0) next to the skill had changed to (1).
‘So I can use it once, huh.’
I tapped the skill immediately.
Suddenly, blood rushed to my lower body, and an inexplicable energy enveloped me.
A euphoria surpassing orgasm slipped a moan from my lips before I knew it.
All abilities will rise to maximum for 5 minutes. Duration varies by skill level.
If not for the system message, I might’ve blown it right there.
I calmed my excitement and opened the status window.
I was curious if it had really hit max.
‘Whoa, max level!’
Even for a hardcore gamer like me, I’d never hit this in the game.
Points keep coming from zombies, but as you progress, you need more and more items, so you can’t dump them all into stats like this.
But one skill use maxed everything out.
It was temporary—five minutes only—but an invincible godsend of a skill.
‘First things first, escape this spot.’
I backed up, crouched low, and leaped high into the air.
I soared over the mountain of corpses—twice my height—and landed lightly on the other side.
Three-digit agility didn’t disappoint.
The zombies froze at the sight of someone dropping from the sky, then screeched and charged.
No time to relax yet.
I leaped again, dodging zombies.
Bouncing off the walls twice like parkour, the rebound shot me forward even faster.
Keep going, I thought, launching toward the center of the open hall.
The densest zombie cluster.
I crushed the growling zombies below on impact.
BOOM!!
“Grk... Arrrgh!”
A massive shockwave ripped through my body.
Without the skill, my bones and flesh would’ve torn apart.
The impact hit the zombies too—their limbs flew through the air.
Heads ripped off, torsos spilling guts as they hit the floor.
But the shock didn’t stop with me and the zombies.
Crack!!
‘Huh?’
Cracks spiderwebbed out from my landing spot.
The floor couldn’t bear the weight and caved in, forming a massive crater.
Zombies charging at me lost balance and toppled one by one.
With a deafening roar, the entire open hall floor collapsed to the floor below.
What kind of building floor can’t handle this?!
Just before plummeting with the zombies, my eyes met a woman’s at the end of the hallway.
She trembled, staring at me with wide, deer-like eyes.
Even her shocked expression was stunningly pretty.
And with that, I tumbled down with the zombies.
“Nngh~”
I rolled as much as I could after falling, but the collapse was too vast—I ended up trapped in the debris.
If the skill had lasted, I could’ve punched through, but the five minutes were up.
‘Fuck, can’t budge it.’
I opened the status window.
I’d been saving points for the shop, but not now.
‘Whoa, buried over 160 of ‘em.’
The fourth-floor collapse had crushed zombies from both the falling debris and the third floor below.
This rubble pile was a tomb for over 160 zombies.
I checked the status window for my level.
Level: 2
I’d come to save the heroine, and leveled up instead.
This game doesn’t level up by grinding EXP.
It auto-levels based on progress.
Leveling doesn’t directly boost character stats.
It might sound useless, but levels are crucial.
They set the cap and baseline for stats.
At level 1, max stats at 19; level 2, 29; level 3, 39, and so on.
This prevents point-hoarding into stats early on.
Points are needed for items too.
Essential survival items are pricey, and later zombies level up, making points scarce.
Faster zombies, wall-climbers, one-shot variants—they drain your points fast.
Hence the early-game restrictions.
Now at level 2, I could push Offense/Defense to 29.
I invested 18 points, then lifted the boulder blocking me.
The immovable pile started to shift.
I summoned every ounce of strength and heaved the debris above.
“Raaargh!!”
Rumble, BOOM!
A sliver of light peeked through—just enough for one person.
Fourth-floor lights shining through the gaping hole in the ceiling.
“I’m alive... Fuck, I’m alive!!”
I crawled out, threw my hands up, and struck the iconic Shawshank Redemption escape pose.
Looking up at the fourth floor in that embarrassing stance, my eyes met the woman I’d glimpsed while falling.
She peeked cautiously over the edge of the collapsed floor.
Ah.
Our eyes met, and her head vanished like a turtle.
She’d probably bolted down the opposite hallway.
Beyond the collapsed open hall, zombies still lingered.
Up on the fourth floor, the hallway was empty.
She must’ve hidden in one of the rooms lining it.
I checked each one to the end. The last door was locked.
‘Here.’
I twisted the handle and ripped the entire door off.
With Offense/Defense at 29, a puny door was nothing.
Inside was a prop storage room.
A woman trembled in the corner.
“Hey, you!”
“Eek!”
“I won’t kill you. Come out.”
“R-Really?”
“You gonna get tricked and die? Get out here, now!”
“O-Okay, coming out.”
She finally emerged after I yelled.
Pretty face, but tear-streaked, makeup smeared like sweat and grime.
Messy hair, weird stains everywhere.
Ripped clothes, one shoe missing, skirt front soaked—probably pissed herself.
She’d clean up nice, but right now, total hobo vibe.
“Um, excuse me...”
I stared, and she spoke first, anxious.
“Are you... here to rescue me?”
Rescue?
Hmm, yeah, technically came for her.
But rescue wasn’t the priority now.
“One question.”
This was.
“You a virgin?”
“Pardon?”
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The status window timer vanished.
Rescued in time—no death penalty—but no points yet.
That’s why virginity mattered.
1,000 points on the line!
“Ever had a dick in you? Or even a dildo? Wait, does a dildo count as losing virginity? Fuck, what’s the criteria? If it’s 1,000 points, at least tell me the rules!”
I yelled at the air, and she paled, backing away.
Clutching her chest, shaking—classic virgin reaction.
“Are you a virgin?!”
Impatience made my words harsh.
She finally burst into tears.
“Waaah... Yes, I’m a virgin. Never dated a guy. I... I rubbed with my fingers once, but nothing like a... stick went in, sob.”
The moment she said it, a message appeared.
1,000 points awarded. Congratulations!
Fuck, give points before making her cry.
I checked the status window.
Available points skyrocketed.
Now I could buy a life kit.
“Why are you alone? Where’s your manager?”
Mission accomplished, my tone softened.
Hobo look aside, her outfit and style screamed idol or actress.
No way she came to the station solo.
“Well... I came with the team leader and manager.”
She started recounting what happened at the media center.