Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: I'm Strong and Fast
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‘Mira?’
A figure wrapped head to toe in bandages sat atop a garish, multicolored table.
Since it's the same corpse, this costume works. Halloween outfit too—I'll show you later.
‘Figure that out yourself. Why'd you stop time? What are you up to?’
To spin this. Explaining would've taken too long.
As the AI hopped down from the table, I finally saw what it was.
A betting table and roulette wheel, straight out of a casino.
‘What the hell? You want me to gamble?’
Not real gambling—just a fun way to test the player's luck.
‘Luck? Fun?’
More importantly, when you rescued her, wasn't there anything else? Something missing?
Something else...
The celebrity to rescue popped up with a time limit, navigation showed the location.
Then I went and saved her—that's it. What was different?
‘No idea.’
Your observation skills need work. No mention of rewards.
Oh.
*Rescue Reward*
Before Virginity Loss: ■,■■■pt
After Virginity Loss: ■■pt
Come to think of it, that's how it showed up for Seo-young too.
Even without a virginity loss event, rescuing gave some points message—but nothing this time.
‘So, no reward?’
No way. After all that effort? Come on.
This time had a field boss—toughest one yet.
You filled five slaves including her. Think of it as a special bonus for that.
Standing before the roulette, it held up a white ball.
See the number board from 1 to 36? Place your chip and bet—but odds complicate it. Just pick a number. I'll spin and give points based on the difference from what lands.
If I pick 30 and it lands on 10, difference of 20 means 20,000 points at 1,000 per unit.
‘What if it matches? Zero points?’
Beating 1/36 odds deserves better. Real roulette pays 36x—we'll do double: 72,000 for a match.
Insanely generous.
Even a difference of 1 nets 1,000 points—no reason not to.
‘I'll take 6.’
Reminded me of the first 69 with Yun-ji—trusting her energy sucking my dick in a 6 shape from above.
No more bets... start!
Like a dealer, it spun the bowl-shaped wheel.
Churrrrrr~
Dropping the white ball, it circled the rim on centrifugal force.
Friction slowed it, pulling it inward toward the numbers.
‘20 or more... 20 or more... 20 or more...’
Chanting silently, I watched the ball descend into the slots.
Clack—it settled.
Yes! 29! Congratulations!
‘Yes—!!’
Chant worked.
29 minus 6 is 23—straight 23,000 points.
Biggest haul since starting the game in reality.
Available Points: 51,901pt
Never hit this in the game.
‘You sure about handing these out? I could skip zombie hunting altogether now.’
Have to tip you off here. Hoard points ruthlessly. Don't waste—stockpile. No blowing it all on company dinners like last time.
Tip? Felt like a warning.
But weird.
50,000 points buys ten top generators.
Save up even here?
‘What the hell costs so much you're saying that?’
“Piggyback?”
Zombie AI vanished, time resumed—I told Roji to hop on.
“Yeah. 30km on foot? I'll carry you and run—we'll get there sooner.”
“Oppa, I was a track athlete.”
“I know. You told me.”
“Then you know piggybacking a track star makes no sense.”
“Who doesn't know you're fast? I'm faster, that's why.”
“You think you're faster than me?”
Roji gave me a ridiculous look.
“You admitted I'm strong. Why argue?”
“Strength and speed aren't the same. You think a weightlifter has sprinter physique?”
“So you're faster at running?”
“Obviously.”
Face set like she wouldn't budge.
Best to show, not tell.
“Bet then. You take the sidewalk, I'll take the road. First to the intersection ahead wins—loser obeys.”
“Road's full of cars—it's obstacle course central.”
“Can't drive through, but people space exists. No time—let's go.”
“Nothing's straightforward with you. Fine.”
“Okay.”
We took positions—her on sidewalk, me on road.
“One... two... three... go!!”
Coiled muscles sprang like a spring—Roji shot forward like a human bullet.
Insane momentum—she pulled ahead instantly.
Girl group peak physique was no joke.
I vaulted off a car hood, leaping big.
Landed with space? Sprint. Blocked? Jump over.
Leaps caught her, then at the intersection, I soared into the air.
Landed before it, turned—Roji stood frozen, mouth agape.
“N-no... way.”
“Promise's a promise. Hop on.”
Slightly heavier than Yun-ji—no issue carrying and running.
“Your breathing's steady. You human, oppa?”
“Human. Strong, fast one. Flies sometimes too.”
“Wh-what, superhero?”
“To the studio apartment girls? Yeah. Saved 'em multiple times.”
Pleasant weight spread from her back across my body.
Muscles everywhere—but chest was soft marshmallows.
“You saved me too?”
“Zombies? Easy for you. But plaza monster or cult leader? Tough.”
Cult leader targeted student center for her kidnapping.
Success meant locked away like Yun-ji and Ji-eun, playing saintess.
“So the cult leader came for me, got eaten by the monster.”
“Yep. Monster's range unlocked somehow. If I skipped it, ruins now.”p>
Roji and survivors—all dead.
She hummed happily, pressing her chest firmer.
Softness doubled—had to slow down.
“Slower than before.”
“Your fault.”
“Huh?”
“Rubbing your chest too much.”
Finally clued in—face flushed red.
“What's good about a tomboy chest...”
“Good, so it feels good. Body doesn't lie.”
“With Yun-ji, Song Ji-eun, Han Seo-young—you're into my chest?”
“Why keep bringing it up? What's wrong with your body?”
“Don't guys like fragile, pure girls you wanna protect?”
“Tastes vary—sure, some do. But what's the point now?”
“Can't I ask?”
“Saw how women get treated at business building and shops.”
“...”
That's the world.
Weak men stripped bare, elderly discarded as useless, women as sex toys.
“Lucky it was student center. Business building or outside? Same treatment. You fight well, but gang rush? What then?”
“Yeah. Lucky I met you first.”
“You trust too easy.”
“If you wanted a toy, no chit-chat. You've explained everything since school, trying to make me understand. Why bother with a fuck-toy?”
Sharp mind.
“True. That was the goal, wouldn't have come.”
“Then why did you?”
“Wonder that myself. System keeps pushing celebrity rescues. Figuring why—don't ask me.”
Chatting as we ran—my car appeared ahead.
Parked at the studio, yelled upstairs.
“Back!”
Clatter—four heads poked from third floor.
“Oppa!”
“Master!”
“Why so late?”
“Said three hours!”
Roji eyed me, then them, puzzled.
“Not what I expected.”
“Thought I had 'em locked up?”
“No, just...”
Yun-ji's eyes widened.
“Roji unni...?”