Chapter 178
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 178
Chapter Title: Floor 1: Drone Utilization. Floor 5: Zombie Virus Research Begins
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"Whoa, fuck. Am I dead?"
This is fucking ridiculous.
I was utterly dumbfounded.
Feels just like dying from some barbaric Chinese back-alley drug experiment, those motherfuckers.
Still, I couldn't let it end here, so I shelled out 100 points and chose revival.
The failure rate—which is basically the death rate—was about 80%.
But it was that devilish trial where surviving meant success.
Like an arcade game where the guy pumping in the most coins wins in some bullshit random gacha system.
The infinite coin version made you the beneficiary.
Because revival equaled survival.
Choosing revival turned that 20% survival chance into a straight 100% trial success, since you'd already made it.
In other words, with infinite coins, the devilish trial's success rate was 100%.
I selected revival and opened my eyes.
The doctors, who had been about to toss my body onto the corpse pile thinking I was dead, flinched in surprise.
"Oh...! This can't be... You survived?! Your heart stopped—I was sure you were gone...! It's a miracle!"
"Hoo... Fuck, after putting me through that shitty medical experiment, don't give me this miracle bullshit."
Using the Tower's system power, my dead flesh had come back to life.
I'd revived.
Your body has forcibly evolved and awakened through a special drug injection procedure by skilled medical professionals, causing your potential to explode upward.
The Tower trial survivor's level has increased by 1.
Level 0 → Level 1.
'Level 1... Finally, my level went up.'
They said that consuming a spiritual elixir from a fortunate encounter or evolving would raise the Tower trial survivor's level.
The Tower trial survivor's level represented pure, innate ability—no buffs or corrections from stats, skills, or passive skills.
And that had just increased.
Most people had to spend ages training inside the Tower, or gain enlightenment through life-or-death battles.
I wasn't about to stare at a wall and train for a minimum of ten years like everyone else.
(Even Easy difficulty survivors average 20 years in the Tower, minimum 10. Normal's 100 years average, Hard's over 300.)
And I sure as hell didn't want to risk my life in real fights.
What if I actually died?
So I'd aimed for the elixir or evolution route, and it hit the mark perfectly.
I was reaping the benefits.
'...Damn, though... I can't do this twice. No fucking way...'
I'm not some masochistic freak.
I had zero hobby in suffering.
It might level me up more if I kept at it, but...
These fuckers don't even use anesthesia—they just slice into living flesh?
'Ah, damn... Kinda regretting it now. Wouldn't grinding points on Floor 1's Project Zombie World and pumping stats/skills be way better...?'
I decided to head back to my home away from home: Floor 1, Project Zombie World.
Time to go suck on Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon's pussies for the first time in ages.
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Back in Project Zombie World on Floor 1 of the Tower.
The three Pussy Slaves were still living their daily routine: fucking me and sniping zombie heads.
Reunited after so long, I hugged them all tight and enjoyed a comfy 4P session.
It sucked that they were pregnant, so no pounding or rough sex, but after the agony of that devilish trial, holding these familiar girls made me feel alive again.
After sex, basking in the afterglow, I decided to teach the Pussy Slaves drone operation based on my military experience from Floor 3.
"Pussy Slaves, come here. Time to learn something besides sniper rifles."
I taught them how to fight using drones.
Seeing my subordinates use drones in real combat on Floor 3 was so damn effective— no reason not to pass it on.
Dropping grenades or bombs from drones over zombie clusters was killer.
I had the Pussy Slaves try it on real zombies.
"Whoa, Master. This is the best!"
"Holy shit, total game-changer. We should've done this ages ago... So easy, convenient, and awesome..."
"Master, how do you come up with this stuff? Wow, you're a genius?!"
"Heh heh heh. I'm pretty smart, yeah."
Of course, it was my subordinates' idea on Floor 3...
But aren't a subordinate's achievements their superior's glory?
'Hmm, now that we're going all-in on drones, I should ask that scientist Pussy Slave on Floor 5's Hard Difficulty World to mod them properly for military use.'
The drones we had were Battlegrounds 2 recon models jury-rigged by my Floor 3 subordinates to drop grenades.
(Battlegrounds 2 had no attack drones. Early ones were OP as fuck, got nerfed into oblivion.)
The makeshift grenade/bomb drops on recon drones were sloppy— not reliable for serious combat.
'That's what scientist pussy's for.'
I popped over to the Hard Difficulty World real quick and asked her to properly mod them for military use.
Of course, I fucked all the girls there too and had a blast.
Hard Difficulty Guy still had no clue all the women around him were my cum dumps.
Just solving locked-room murders every day like always.
"Scientist Pussy, make me some top-tier military drones and deliver fast. ...Mm, your dick-sucking's getting good."
"Slurp, slurrrp, lick, smooch... Schloooop, slurrrp... I've been practicing dick-sucking while modding drones, slurp... ♡"
"Yeah, yeah. You're doing great. Keep it up just like that."
One of the smartest bitches in this world, now a devoted Pussy Slave slurping my cock—total conquest vibe, feels good.
Just like I'd taught her: sucking with her mouth only, one hand fingering her pussy or teasing her clit, the other plunging a dildo deep into her own ass for anal masturbation.
"Slurp, slurp... Master, are you using those 1,000 state-of-the-art multifunctional chastity belts I gave you? Slurrrp..."
"Oh, right. Forgot about those... Tossed 'em in my Subspace Storage. Haven't needed 'em."
'Hmm... Maybe try on Floor 1 slaves next... Ah, should've made the Floor 3 Pussy Slaves wear 'em to Hikaru's... Damn.'
The state-of-the-art multifunctional chastity belts prevented my Pussy Slaves from potential rape or betraying me by taking other cocks.
Bonus: advanced features kept tormenting their urethras, pussies, and asses to corrupt them into proper bitches without letting them cum.
But I'd straight-up forgotten.
Next time, use 'em right.
"Oh, yeah. Just thought of something... Hold on."
"...?"
I popped over to Floor 4 and back.
Had something to grab.
"...Here, Scientist Pussy Slave. Research this. Super dangerous, so be careful."
"...What's this?"
I handed her a sturdy research case from Floor 4's lab.
It held something that could wipe out a world—handle with care.
I opened the case and showed her the ampule inside.
Zombie blood.
"Know zombie virus? Ever heard of it?"
"...Y-yeah..."
Scientist Pussy Slave looked uneasy.
Half disbelief at my words, half trusting from what she'd seen of me.
Also seemed to question why show her this.
"This is blood from someone infected with the zombie virus. Wanna research it?"
"...Z-zombie virus? The one from movies...?"
"Yup. You know I bring weird shit sometimes? Like that space-time transcendence stone last time. I can pull stuff from thin air. This is real zombie blood. Up for it?"
She stared holes into the ampule on my hand.
Hesitated a bit.
But she's a scientist at heart.
"...Gulp."
Like entranced, she carefully took the ampule.
"Whaddya think? Wanna try?"
"...I'll do it. In movies and dramas, most zombie viruses are depicted as reviving the dead. If we study this and understand the mechanism, maybe humanity could harness it beneficially. Side-effect free resurrection, without turning zombie. Risky, but compelling. Worth researching."
"Knew you'd say that. Be careful. ...Oh, I got some experimental data too... Hold on."
I went back to Floor 4 and returned with research logs from human experiments, camcorder footage on external HDDs and USBs, all kinds of data.
"Hope this helps your research."