Chapter 212
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 212
Chapter Title: Floor 1. Enemy Hideout
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Too bad, but let's put the fourth sister and the rest of the women in the house on hold for now.
However, the moment I give up will never come.
‘Someday... no, soon enough, I'll fuck them all. Just wait.’
I imagined the day when I'd make Mom, my big sister, second sister, fourth sister, and the youngest all submit beneath my cock, and thrust my dick vigorously into my youngest sister's pussy.
“Haht...♡ Ooh...! Heeeut!! Hooook...!!”
I figured it was time to let up on my youngest sister, who kept passing out and waking from repeated orgasmic highs.
I pumped a thick load of semen deep into her womb, filling it up, then laid her unconscious body down on the bed.
‘Should I head back to the first floor of the Tower and finish off that enemy hideout assault?’
On a whim, I entered the first floor of the Tower.
A ruined city devastated by the zombie outbreak stretched out before me, and nimble drones buzzed overhead.
“Everyone, report the current situation.”
-“This is Hye-yeon. Currently surveilling the enemy hideout. No unusual activity.”-
-“This is Seo-yeon. Currently providing cover from above Master. No unusual activity.”-
-“This is Hye-jeong. Currently patrolling around our base. No unusual activity.”-
“Okay. Then I'll head to the enemy hideout.”
Now that we'd dealt with their ambush and the near-miss trap, it was our turn.
In a turn-based game, it was our attack phase.
I stealthily approached the enemy hideout once more.
“Hye-yeon, still no movement from the enemy hideout?”
-“Yes. Quiet as the grave. Should I drop a C4 on the building?”-
“No. It's going to be our building soon. No need. There might just be women inside. I'm going in.”
-“Isn't that dangerous?”-
“It's fine. I won't push myself. And we can't just keep surrounding and waiting forever. There might not even be anyone left in there.”
I pulled out my favorite full-parts M416 from Battlegrounds 2, the assault rifle I used most, and armed myself.
Heading into an enemy hideout full of potential traps and booby traps, I wanted to use the gun I trusted most.
The poor HK416, which should be called by its real name but couldn't due to licensing issues, would get plenty of love from me today too.
‘I'm confident I won't die to most attacks now, and if things go south, I have the Savior skill as a spare life... Worst case, if I use Savior, I can vacation on the fourth or fifth floor for ten days. ...Oh, and since the Invincible Demon King has infinite coins, I could chill there too.’
I'd devised an invincible survival strategy, short of being buried alive or falling into lava.
It was something I'd realized before but forgotten due to memory issues, only to recall it now.
‘Jump to another floor, wait out the Savior cooldown, then come back.’
It might be a bit cowardly, but on the line between life and death, that didn't matter.
And even if buried or lava'd, I just wouldn't go to that floor... so practically, I was almost impossible to kill now.
I shook off the stray thoughts and infiltrated the enemy hideout.
Even with my superior physical specs, the building's layout made stealth tough—it was clearly designed for military purposes.
‘Yeah, booby traps everywhere, as expected.’
Basic booby traps were scattered around.
Not grenades like mine, but handmade bombs, it seemed.
The principle was similar enough.
Trip a hidden wire, and a shrapnel-packed bomb turns you to mush.
Or basic bells on strings for noise, arrows, or club traps.
Whether it was Insight stat skill, intuition skill, Tower trial survivor level, and other passives synergizing, I spotted all their traps clearly.
Above all, my recently skyrocketed Weapon Mastery skill was a huge help.
‘It's even giving info on the enemies' weapons. Traps and booby traps count as weapons, huh.’
Experience handling every weapon.
Including basic traps and booby traps, naturally.
At Lv.27 Weapon Mastery, it was like 270 years of handling those traps.
Now, I could spot their crude traps at a glance.
Sometimes they were so pathetic, I'd think, ‘Tsk tsk, if they'd just camouflaged this better, it could've caught normal guys. Not me, though.’
‘The booby trap wires get more meticulous and stable... then suddenly vanish. This must be the living quarters.’
Ordinary humans have an instinctive rule when setting traps.
They avoid putting them in their main activity areas.
Fear of triggering their own, or malfunctions exploding unexpectedly.
Even I hadn't set any traps or booby traps in Hye-jeong's house, my main living space.
‘Weapon Mastery leveled up big time—now I see even my past weaknesses clear as day. Gotta fix that. Once we take this hideout, I'll rig it with top-tier traps.’
Non-lethal booby traps and alarms were still in the living areas.
Like can strings that rattle if you step on certain floor spots or tug a line.
Lots of basic noise traps, but I dodged them all.
They'd meticulously set warnings to alert if enemies reached here.
Gripping the M416, I scanned warily, moving slowly and carefully through likely spots.
Ground floors 1 through 5, basement 1. Heading to basement 2, I heard muffled voices.
‘Hm? Voices from that room ahead.’
Wondering if it was a clever radio or recording trap, I searched around—no anomalies.
Real people talking in there.
Noise traps before the door too, but I bypassed them slowly.
Voices: one man, three women.
“Damn it, why isn't Young-min hyung coming with reinforcements? Shit, shit.”
“Instead of this, why not just surrender?”
“Yeah. We have to save our lives at least.”
“...The enemies are gonna drop bombs with drones, right? ...W-We’ll all die. If they hit the building...”
“Shut up. You bitches keep your mouths shut. Didn’t I tell you not to talk?”
“Min-ho, we have to stay alive at least.”
“I said shut your traps! You fucking slut whores. Be honest. You think spreading your legs for that bastard will save you, so you’re spouting this crap, right?! One more word, and I’ll put a bullet hole in your cheeks—got it?!”
The women all fell silent at the man’s agitated shout.
‘Hm, three women want to surrender, man wants to hold out. ...But how’d they know I’d spare women and kill men?’
I was surprised they’d somewhat figured my personality and patterns.
How? Rumors...?
Hm... maybe from fucking my pussy slaves so often...?
I marked the room with the enemies, then quietly searched the rest—empty.
‘That guy’s the last one. ...Where’s the remaining one?’
Counting enemies: one missing.
Recounted—still one short.
‘Out of 15: I sniped 5 in the initial ambush, Hye-jeong got 5 with drone strikes, Seo-yeon 1, Hye-yeon 1, I sniped 1 more en route from their trap. Plus 1 in that room. 14 total. One missing?’
Fled far away? Or the one who went for reinforcements?
Would bug me to leave alive—track and kill later.
‘Better if zombies got him. Intuition says no real threat, so maybe bitten and infected while fleeing, or dead.’
“Ah, fuck, damn it. Why isn’t Young-min hyung here yet? Did he get taken out? Shit, I should’ve run too. ...Should I grab these sex slaves and bolt now...? Hah, fuck. What do I do?”
The enemy man’s frantic pacing and yelling about the future echoed from the room.