You Are a Dog, You Are a Pig, You Are a Chicken.
Excluding the five target subjects, all other intruders have been eliminated.
Requesting next action plan from the owner of this hotel.
“Stop. Gotta pause here for a sec. Switch to intrusion permitted.”
Those worthless little punks and bugs? No fun there, so I granted their suicidal wishes nice and clean. Among the big shots, I spared just the five over level 30 and sent the rest off peacefully.
Hmm, me turning this sweet? Guess those slutty bitches inside have rubbed off on me in a good way.
After that.
First, I activated Reverse Transformation to disguise myself as the old man from my old one-man-two-roles routine.
On top of that, I pulled a blank white faceless mask from my Inventory and slapped it on. Then I grabbed a black robe that draped loosely over my whole body, making sure to cover every inch meticulously.
The Reverse Transformation and faceless mask were just standard fashion to hide my gender and age precisely.
But this robe? Top-tier level 80 defensive gear with high physical and magic resistance—pretty damn useful.
When I regressed with all my abilities from the first round, my Inventory items came along, of course. But after awakening this Unique Domain skill on day 100 of the apocalypse and setting up shop right in the heart of Gangnam, I hadn't needed it until now.
“But gotta wear it now. Even a vet like me doesn't know if those fuckers have some trump card skill up their sleeves.”
The special awakening skill granted after the 100-day tutorial? It's that dangerous.
Probably less than 0.01% of humanity awakens it.
But every single one is unpredictably... insanely powerful in some way. No harm in being cautious.
Take my Unique Domain—infinite supplies, infinite resources... fucking game-breaking cheat, right?
“Plus, it hides this studly muscular bod of mine to boot.”
With my lanky 185cm frame, they'll probably guess male.
But this place they charged into to throw away their lives? Looks like a properly operating women's-only hotel on the outside.
And those NPCs out there mowing them down with guns—mercilessly granting suicide wishes—all women.
They can't be one hundred percent sure I'm a guy.
I'm non-combat anyway, so I gotta cherish my personal info even more.
That's why I was double-checking everything before heading out.
Lately, the looks of the women rolling dice to check in have been meh.
Been thinking I might need to step out myself.
That hero party that should be summoning from Busan and heading up? Might have to go check on foot if needed.
“And finally, slap on this voice modulator... Perfect.”
If I could freely control that savage NPC legion with its defense functions, I wouldn't need all this hassle...
Even an insanely OP skill has limits, apparently.
That legion's only for hotel defense.
And activating the Unique Domain turns a 100-meter radius into a safe zone—no zombies swarming anyway.
“So without bullshit events like this, I'd never get to use it. First time in round two, and damn... the thrill hits different?”
Is this why everyone screams for firepower?
“Hah, hahaha... ugh...”
The man clutched the wound piercing his right shoulder, letting out groans.
Jo Pyeong-sin, the one who'd orchestrated the plan to seize this Apocalypse Hotel and rallied the surrounding forces, stared blankly at the other four nearby survivors who'd barely made it like him in the merciless gunfire.
Just five left including me? And all guys I figured were around my level...
In this fucked-up apocalypse, he'd hit a solid level 35, and these were the ones who hadn't buckled in a stare-down.
Exactly those types survived.
Of course, they were all nursing one or two bullet holes somewhere on their bodies too.
The rest of the guys...
Gulp!
Jo Pyeong-sin swallowed hard, throat bobbing visibly as he tremblingly scanned around.
Then.
The other survivor leaders watching him exploded in unison.
“All my men are fucking dead...! You dog-fuck Jo Pyeong-sin! You retarded cocksucking bastard!!!!!!!! You, this is all because of you!!!”
“You fucker! Shouldn't have listened to that retard... kugh! Fuck, my, my leg...!!”
“Hah, huff...! That bastard! I'm gonna kill him no matter what. Definitely, definitely gonna kill him...!!”
“...Shut your mouths for now. Don't rile up those crazy bitches more.”
Lee Han-na, the only woman among the five survivors, eyed the horde of expressionless women who'd halted with guns still trained on them—the Apocalypse Hotel's NPCs.
Jo Pyeong-sin, who'd been about to snap back angrily, and the other three clamped their jaws shut, faces tense as they scanned around.
Time stretched like hell—one second feeling like a minute.
Their nerves sharpened to a razor's edge.
Then—
Kuuuung!
The Apocalypse Hotel's front doors, slightly scorched from Jo Pyeong-sin's massive fireball, slammed open left and right with a massive boom.
And out came—
“M-Mask...?”
Just like Jo Pyeong-sin's mutter.
A figure in a blank white mask hiding the face, black robe wrapping from head to toe perfectly.
Approaching the five survivors with lazy steps.
The faceless one in hellish reaper garb thudded closer, then halted abruptly, eyeing the corpses strewn behind them.
“Ah, those first.”
The moment the faceless one muttered.
The gun-toting monster women encircling the five moved in perfect sync, piling the bodies into a small mound.
While that happened.
Until the better-equipped leader-types among the women pointed revolvers at each of their heads.
The five couldn't even breathe, trembling like leaves.
“Good. As expected of the big shots—you get the situation. Left you alive for a reason.”
“...!”
“...!”
The flat, emotionless voice from the faceless one—gender unknown—had two of the five gulping hard again.
While the other three glared daggers at them.
The faceless one, gazing at the finished corpse mound, pulled something from a pocket.
Tossed it casually onto the pile—like chucking an empty can into a distant bin.
Kwaaaaaang!
Whoosh!
“...Kuhak!!!”
“H-Hurk...?!!”
“Wh-Wha-What?! Wh-What the...!!”
The three dimmer survivors freaked out at the bonfire of bodies.
Jo Pyeong-sin and Lee Han-na stiffened further, stealing glances at the faceless one.
Fuck. We're totally fucked? Rebellion... no way. Gotta bow to a psycho like this...
...Jo Pyeong-sin. Pin it all on that fucker, make him spill right. It's true anyway...
While the two brooded.
The faceless one watched the blaze consume everything until the campfire ended.
Not a single bone left—just pitch-black ash.
Ordered the horde of women to clean it up.
“Mm. Way better on beast trash like this than zombies. No need to bury, dump in river or sea. Cleanup's a breeze—top item.”
““...!!””
The insane flames and explosion—leaping without oil—far beyond normal firepower.
The five raider leaders figured some special skill or item, sure.
But hearing it confirmed in that consistent psychopath monotone?
Even Jo Pyeong-sin and Lee Han-na, who'd steeled themselves, couldn't hide their shock—bodies shaking.
The weaker three? Shat and pissed their pants, dropping to knees and kowtowing frantically.
Desperately wrenching their rigid bodies despite revolvers to their heads.
“Te-Teacher! I was wrong. Please, just spare my life...!!”
“I-I, no, we just followed orders! The ringleaders are those bitches!! Still holding their heads high like that...!! Hey you fucks! It's true, right?! Right?!”
“Y-Yes! That guy's the worst, the real bad one!!! Most evil!! He tricked us all!!!”
Just your standard apocalypse raiders—slaves to raw power.
Seeing the faceless one overwhelmingly superior, the three lackeys immediately turned on Jo Pyeong-sin and Lee Han-na, wagging tails like dogs.
At their desperate antics.
The faceless one—chair seemingly from Inventory, plopped on the ground—nodded.
A few minutes later.
Looking down at the spent lackeys, pointed left to right with a finger.
“First, nicknames. You're Dog, you're Pig, you're Chicken.”