Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Floor 3 Rampage
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I stepped into the Tower and almost habitually headed to the 4th floor like I had been doing lately, but I paused for a moment.
The 4th floor was starting to feel a bit stale, plus there was something nagging at the back of my mind.
"It feels like if you completely clear everything out, you get some killer reward... The 'True Ultimate Savior' skill I got from the 4th floor had that vibe too. Do they hand out awesome skills if you smash every trial until there are none left? Guess I gotta test it out."
To run the experiment, I'd need to pick an easy floor and clear it all the way through.
The 1st floor's Project Zombie World had that next trial where you'd devour Daegu Metropolitan City—way too much right now. And the 2nd floor's Battlegrounds 2? Those cheater bastards made top ranks impossible.
I could already guess the final trial on Battlegrounds 2. Probably just get 1st place or something, right?
'Looks like the 3rd floor's the easiest.'
The 3rd floor was based on a Japanese adult hentai doujinshi from the start.
I had a rough idea of what the trials would be.
The last one would probably be in that same vein.
"What's the current additional trial on the 3rd floor? I think it said something to me last time? I remember it being super easy."
The first additional trial on the 3rd floor is to gain a woman's favor. You succeed if you win her favor.
"Piece of fucking cake."
I entered the 3rd floor world.
I wandered around the village and approached the old lady running the stationery store and neighborhood shop, just like that first time.
'Gaining favor with this hag feels off. Might as well go for a pretty young one.'
"Hey, granny. Who's the prettiest, youngest pussy bitch in this village?"
"...?"
"You deaf? Who's the prettiest, youngest pussy bitch, I said?"
"...Y-you, what the hell are you saying? You seemed like such a nice, decent guy until a second ago... It was all an act! You filthy outsider scum...! You thug!"
'Oh, right. Here I was supposed to be this goody-two-shoes archaeology grad student. Slipped my mind.'
Coming back after so long, plus being a bit hasty, I'd forgotten my cover.
But... fuck it. Cover's blown anyway, time to go full throttle.
"What're you yapping about? I'm just asking where the pretty pussy bitches are, why you flipping out?"
"...You worm!! Watch your mouth! Do you know what kind of village this is...!"
"...What kind?"
"This village has slumbered since ancient times under the watch of a great hidden ancient god...! It's not some backwater where trash like you can run wild...!"
"What the fuck. That's just the giant dick rock hidden in the cave. Dick God, Absolute Dick. I already nabbed it, what bullshit you spouting."
"...?! H-how do you...?! You woooorm...!! How do you know that...!!! You woooorm!!!!"
"Ah, fuck. This hag's screeching like a banshee. Quit the bullshit and tell me who's the prettiest pussy bitch here."
"You woooorm!! You bastard...!!!"
The fucking Japanese hag was screeching nonstop.
I thought it was just Korea, but fuck, Japan was no different.
East Asian thing? Or everywhere? Universal?
The hag running the stationery and shop was making a racket, so some old geezer sleeping in the living quarters behind the store came bursting out in short pants and a loose tank top, asking what the commotion was.
"What's all this noise, dear...? Did that punk do something to you?"
"No, honey, well, this guy..."
The hag was explaining the situation to the geezer.
'Hmm, this noisy hag won't listen, but a guy might. Gotta ask the geezer where the prettiest pussy bitch lives.'
That's what I thought.
Dead wrong.
"What'd you say, you little shit! Who the hell are you, huh?! Pretty pussy bitch this, that? What're you gonna do if you know, punk?! Who do you think you are...! You rotten outsider!!"
Worse than the hag. Wouldn't even talk.
This geezer even tried to grab my collar.
"Ah, this old fuck spewing more crap. Fuck. Pissing me off for real."
"Fuck? Did you say 'fuck'? Chosunjing...?"
"...? What? Why?"
I must've spat out 'fuck' in Korean in my rage, not Japanese.
Guess no Japanese curse perfectly matches that satisfying bite, so it slipped out.
"Kono yaro, you're a Chosunjing...! You dare set foot in our village, you filthy Chosunjing...! A dirty Chosunjing like you...!"
"What? Chosunjing? Filthy? You fucking racist prick."
I pulled a gun from my Subspace Storage.
Grabbed whatever came to hand—a pistol with a silencer.
Aimed it at the geezer lunging for my collar, and he froze. "Uh-uhh..."
"Fuck, go on, keep yapping about Chosunjing. Huh?"
"...Uhh, uhhh... Uh-buh-buh..."
"...Eek! G-gun...! He's got a gun on our old man...! ...C-call the cops!"
The hag saw me aiming at her racist geezer hubby and bolted for the store to call the police.
Couldn't let her report me.
"Fuck, that braindead hag..."
Braindead hag bitch. You don't run for the phone right in front of an armed guy unless you want to get shot.
-Pfft!-
"Uhh! Dear! Deaaar...!! Th-this bastard!! He shot my wife...!!!"
-Pfft!-
Fired the silenced pistol.
Pulled the trigger twice in a flash and dropped them both.
Clean headshots.
"Heh, fuck. Should've just told me where the prettiest pussy bitch lives."
I glared at the two corpses bleeding from head holes. Annoying.
'Does this screw me on the 3rd floor? If this gets out, normal playthrough's fucked...'
Fuck it, already screwed... I glanced around, then headed into the stationery and shop.
Not huge, but shelves packed with all sorts of stuff.
"Fuck this shit, might as well loot it all."
Coming here empty-handed pissed me off.
Decided to clean out the whole place.
'Subspace is getting tight... Might as well expand it while I'm at it.'
My Subspace was currently 3m × 3m × 3m = 27m³.
Fine so far, but guns and gear piling up, and looting this whole shop? Running low on space.
'Points at about 5500 left.'
Started with around 4000,
but hunting zombies in Tower 1's Project Zombie World for blood and fluids to inject into zombie test subjects on the 4th bumped it to 5500.
Upgraded Subspace clean to 10m × 10m × 10m = 1000m³.
Cost: 400+500+600+700+800+900+1000 = 4900.
Left with about 600 points.
"Nice, roomy now. Everything fits."
Tons of Japanese snacks in the stationery and shop.
Those Japanese rice crackers or whatever?
Shoved it all in.
'Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, Hye-yeon'll love this. Junk food haul. Give all the snacks and cup ramen to my Pussy Slaves on Tower 1.'
Only impression from looting: my Pussy Slaves on Project Zombie World would dig it.
Cleaned out the shop and stationery.
From cash register and calculator... even yanked the drink fridge and ice cream freezer.
Shoved it all into the bigger Subspace.
Grabbed household stuff from the living area between—dishes, wardrobes, sofa, whatever.
Left the place stripped bare, like a moving company hit it. No furniture or goods left.
"Whoa, spotless."
I dusted my hands leaving the ex-shop and stationery, two bodies sprawled there.
"Wait, why not toss these in Subspace too?"
Stuffed the two corpses in.
Dumped them roughly in Project Zombie World's Tower 1. Bodies everywhere anyway.
Covered bloodstains by kicking dirt over... but feet wouldn't cut it, so used shovel and broom from Subspace to sweep meticulously, erasing all traces of death.
"...No evidence left now. Unless someone was filming me... But rural as fuck, no CCTV. Guess I'm golden on the 3rd floor? Score."
The stationery and shop stood isolated, away from houses.
Rural farming village—homes spread wide, no buildings or houses within 200m.
Perfect crime without even trying.