The Apocalypse Regressor Lives as the Top Dog
“Hmm, still haven't made it to Seoul yet?”
At the hotel entrance, he meticulously scanned the faces of the hundreds of women waiting for his selection.
But the bitches from his previous life who had stabbed him in the back still weren't there.
The ones who had awakened on the 100th day of the apocalypse and greedily exploited his great infinite supply skill.
Right before he took down the final boss of this zombie apocalypse, those fucking cunts had mercilessly plunged a sword into his heart.
They'd said a nobody like him didn't belong in humanity's last party.
Probably? Once society was rebuilt, the last party would be treated like heroes.
Unlike the other stunning party members, his average-below-average looks had just rubbed them the wrong way...
“They spent every day comparing me to that main dealer prick who was actually useful in the party... no wonder they felt that way. But not this time. Hell no. You fucking goddamn bitches.”
The moment those bitches arrived in Seoul, they wouldn't be able to resist the trap he'd set.
Just good luck and you could take whatever supplies you wanted? In this extreme apocalypse, no one would pass up such sweet conditions.
And the limit of three at a time? Every time he'd opened for business so far, he'd made sure at least one of the three was a middle-aged hag or a pig-ork-level fatty to keep his web looking airtight.
If he kept picking only decent-looking chicks, anyone would get suspicious.
“...They ran into my party on the 180th day of the apocalypse, six months in. Should be seeing them soon. Yeah, come on whenever you're ready.”
In the first round, he hadn't been able to use a 100-story building like this from the start—not even a tiny room properly.
But regressing with all his first-round abilities intact? That was a goddamn jackpot.
Fifty days ago, on the 100th day, he'd awakened his Unique Domain skill right away, and its proficiency and rank were already maxed out. Probably thanks to that.
“...Makes getting revenge on those bitches way easier. And as a bonus, I get to pick and enjoy tasty chicks like an all-you-can-eat buffet every day. Heh heh.”
Of course, with this skill and all his other abilities, he could probably reach the final boss again this time too.
But there was zero reason to bother with that headache... that was his conclusion.
His abilities were mostly support-oriented, backing others up from the rear.
And after getting royally screwed over once in the first round, he had no confidence in teaming up with strangers in this second life granted by sheer luck.
Trusting random people in this shit apocalypse? That was just fucking stupid.
“...And honestly, keeping this chaos going benefits me more. If the final boss dies, survivors' abilities probably vanish with high probability. Total cliché.”
An absolutely safe zone immune to zombie attacks, plus unlimited abundant resources inside? In this world, he was the ultimate top dog.
No reason to go back to the old normal world.
If he did, just like those traitor cunts said... he'd be average, sub-average at best.
Villain? Even setting aside the backstabbing bitches from round one.
The humans he'd dealt with in the first 100 days of this second round weren't much different.
The only difference? This time, he'd backstabbed them first.
Come to think of it, the world had always worked that way even before the apocalypse.
The weak just got devoured powerlessly.
Now with zombies, it was just more intense.
The law of the jungle.
And in this brutal era, he had no intention of giving up his position as the predator.
“...Wow, wow! I-is this really all free?!”
“Not entirely free—it's a 24-hour trial service for our first guest. After that, you'll need additional... points, as I explained earlier. Whether to extend your stay or buy necessities.”
Inside room 9001 on the 90th floor, the woman lost in the splendor of the luxury suite spoke up anxiously.
“Th-the points are...”
“As I mentioned, there are three ways. For today, just enjoy the experience, and I'll explain in detail tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes. I see...”
“Yes. And since this business day runs for three days, even without further purchases, you can stay two more days, Miss Lee Soyeon. Though then it'd be the lowest-grade standard single room for free.”
Staring straight into the eyes of Lee Soyeon—the woman among today's arrivals who made his cock throb the most—he exuded the dignified mercy of a manager.
The other two? He'd rigged the dice for a white-haired old lady and a sub-par pig-ork bitch to avoid any drama.
Those two would only get told about earning points via the 'normal game' method. End of story.
But this tasty one? Different story.
Of course, whether she'd spread her legs during this business day was her choice.
But passing on all three options? Doubtful.
Unless she was some strong-ego type like Kim Gayeon up on the 99th floor, but experience said no.
“Th-then, can I ask a few other questions...?”
“Yes, of course. Ask anything.”
With his disguised old manager face and polite tone, he patiently answered until her curiosity was sated.
Then back to the 90th-floor lobby, elevator up to the top—the 100th floor, his private suite.
Reversing his Reverse Transformation skill from old manager to his true self, the hotel owner.
Showered, then sprawled in the center of his king-size plush bed, slipping on a sleep mask.
“Hmmm. Tomorrow's gonna be fun.”
Wonder what choice she'd make. He could hardly wait.
The next morning, 10 a.m. He summoned Lee Soyeon to the first-floor lobby for their meeting.
Naturally, disguised via Reverse Transformation as the old manager.
“The first way to earn points is sharing a bed with the hotel owner... in short, selling your body.”
“...Pardon? Wh-what do you mean...? Th-that's ridiculous. How could anyone...”
“If you have something else that might interest the owner, that could substitute... but...”
Of course she didn't. He trailed off, staring at her blankly.
Her face—transformed overnight from grubby mess to even more cock-throbbingly gorgeous—drained pale.
A proper shower with clean water, delicious food, solid rest? Bound to happen.
A normal reaction... yeah, this was standard.
Kim Gayeon, tied tight to her bed on the 99th? The outlier.
And as a typical low-level baggage survivor? Made total sense.
But he kept up the stoic old manager act, no tells.
“The second is working as a hotel employee. The duties would be much the same as I mentioned... but this lets you stay here indefinitely, unlike the first.”
“Eek! Th-that's no good either! How could...”
Zombies, human hunters, even untrustworthy party members outside?
Versus endless safety in this hotel? She'd rationalize it her way.
Lifetime top-tier food, shelter, clothes—in exchange for spreading legs and pussy whenever he wanted.
How different from pre-apocalypse sugar babies?
Even as an overpowered regressor, he wasn't abusing it—showing mercy like this.
First offer was just the natural currency in a world where money meant shit.
Hmm, yeah, he was too nice. That's why those bitches backstabbed him... fuck.
'Ah. Sugar babies think they're the interior minister, but nah—this is different. I hold the reins on sex.'
Anyway, he was just proposing. Her choice, he'd respect it.
Unless she was a freak like that slave Kim Gayeon, rejecting all three and trying to slit his throat.
“Y-you said there were three ways...? What's the last one?”
Lee Soyeon, face ashen but steadying, clung to last hope after his deadpan tone clicked: not forced, just options.
To her, he slowly revealed the third.
“The third way is...”