Chapter 219
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 219
Chapter Title: Firearms Training
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The military drones we were using hadn't changed much in terms of hardware, but the software version was already at 1.8.
Since it had started at version 0.0, that meant we'd gone through 18 upgrades already.
'Continuous improvements by a genius based on real combat feedback... I've tried piloting the drones myself recently, and they were definitely way better than at the start.'
The AI couldn't take out enemies on its own yet, but if you controlled one, the other four would follow alongside in formation, providing support.
Normally, drone pilots would launch about five into the air and have to individually maneuver each one down for detailed attacks, but with constant updates, the five drones now moved together as a squadron.
"Switching to VR gear instead of screens for drone control made piloting so much smoother."
"Yeah, I get it. I tried it myself and realized—covering 360 degrees with cameras and viewing through VR makes flying a breeze."
"We're using the second batch for training while clearing zombies nearby. Our hideout area's basically zombie-free now."
"Good."
"And remember that apartment complex where we used to live? After we moved out... I told you some survivor groups moved in not long after, right?"
"Yeah, I remember. Second or third group started settling there?"
"Yes, exactly. But now their numbers have grown... over 100 people, I think. Master."
"Over 100? Huh... they've built quite the force."
"Probably because you and we cleared out so many zombies from that complex. Must be pretty comfy living there."
I already knew other survivor groups had taken over the apartment complex we'd abandoned when we moved to a better spot.
But hearing they'd swelled past 100 was a bit surprising.
"...Hoo, then once the second batch finishes firearms training... time to go pick up the third batch. Heh heh heh."
Firearms training for the Pussy Slave second batch had begun.
The target training period was about two weeks.
If progress was fast, we could shorten it; if not, extend it—kept it flexible.
Hearing that their performance would determine when the next batch of Pussy Slaves arrived, the second batch threw themselves into training with insane enthusiasm.
About a week in, their shooting stances were already looking solid.
- Pwung! Chlick. -
- Pwung! Chlick. -
- Pwung! Chlick. -
Ally 'Choi Mi-young' has killed a normal zombie and receives 1 point.
Ally 'Kim Ye-won' has killed a sprinting zombie and receives 3.1 points.
Ally 'Kim Hye-ji' has killed an injured normal zombie and receives 0.8 points.
"Mm, good. You're all doing great."
Peaceful firearms training time, popping zombie heads with suppressed M24 sniper rifles.
Our hideout vicinity had already been swept clean by drones and me, so we had to move elsewhere for practice.
We'd hike to a neighborhood with zombies left, then set up on the roof or high floor of the tallest building there for sniping.
"Giving them infinite ammo and letting them shoot nonstop... a week in, and we've got master marksmen popping up."
Firing 8-10 hours a day without ammo worries, the Pussy Slave second batch's skills improved visibly every day.
Each firing over 3,000 rounds daily—by now, fatigue had worn out their original M24s, so I swapped them for new ones.
"Hold up, pay attention here."
"""Yes, Master."""
"See how the barrel's starting to warp a bit?"
"""We're not sure. We'll fix it."""
"Eh, if you can't tell, no biggie. But if shots start missing and it feels off from heavy use, bring it to me. Guns are consumables too. Swap 'em when they're worn."
"""Yes, Master."""
"Your first-batch seniors have gone through 3-4 rifles each already. If yours feel heavily used, get 'em inspected by me anytime. Maintenance alone won't cut it sometimes. And I've got tons of guns, so don't hesitate to swap."
"""Yes, Master."""
"Once you've fired around 10,000 rounds, come to me for a check no matter what. Got it?"
"""Yes, understood, Master."""
"Alright, training's done for today. Pack up and let's grab dinner. Order whatever you want tonight. Think about it."
"Yay! Long live Master!"
"Whoa, easy there. Turn in the sniper rifles, swap for assault rifles and SMGs, then head back to base."
Another peaceful training day wrapped, back to the hideout for group showers... where we got handsy and fucked plenty while washing up.
Then came the dinner everyone looked forward to.
"Master, I'll have seasoned fried chicken, pig's feet, bibim noodles, cold noodles, tteokbokki, and..."
"Pizza and burger set for me...!"
"Master, chicken feet, cream pasta, salmon sashimi, beef intestines, mala tang, and cake...!"
Like baby birds chirping for food from mom, the Pussy Slaves crowded around me babbling requests.
This was the unspoken time when such playful antics were allowed, so they all indulged once.
"Hey, calm down. I've told you a million times—write it down one by one instead of mobbing me."
"""Hee hee hee..."""
Their cute coquettish giggles made me chuckle too.
Just minutes ago, these girls sucking my dick, gulping cum, and moaning as I pounded their pussies—no wonder nothing they did seemed annoying; everything was adorable.
I took the order list from the Pussy Slaves, about to head out to reality for delivery, when...
"...Huh?! Master!! Big trouble!!!"
Seo-yeon, on drone patrol duty, screamed while controlling via VR gear, scanning our hideout and surroundings.
"...Huh? What?!"
"Zombies are suddenly heading our way?"
"What? How many?"
"...Uh, around 300?"
"What? Just 300? False alarm. Hey, Seo-yeon, just drop grenades and bombs from your drones above. Typical zombie horde led by a Zombie Lord. We've handled 300 plenty of times from here."
I brushed it off casually.
Yeah.
We had the firepower to handle 300 zombies led by an evolved Zombie Lord without breaking a sweat.
Evolved zombies weren't weak... we were just ridiculously strong.
Honestly, I was pretty much the one breaking this world's power balance.
Infinite guns and ammo was already bullshit OP, but dropping grenades and bombs via military drones? God-tier bullshit.
Zombies could whine to me about it being unfair for an hour straight, and I'd listen.
"B-but, those survivor groups in the apartment complex we're watching... another 300 are heading their way too. ...Isn't this a pincer attack?"
"Oh... that's sneaky. Zombie Lords finally using their brains more. Teaming up for a pincer? Hey, someone help Seo-yeon—handle the apartment side with drones."
"""Sure~"""
They answered fine but nobody budged.
Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon shot glares at the second batch.
Hye-yeon even straight-up pressured them.
"Hey, second batch. If you think 'that's me,' move your asses. Should Hye-jeong-unnie and I do it?"
"""Y-yes..."""
"Ugh, these bitches slacking lately with newbies incoming. Unnie, wanna assemble 'em tonight and drill?"
"Let it slide. Master's been spoiling them. Plus, it's dinnertime."
"Tch, you only play nice in front of them. Second batch, hurry up and wipe 'em, so we can eat."
"""Sure~"""
With me, Hye-jeong, and Hye-yeon watching, the second batch reluctantly geared up with VR controllers and jumped into drone ops.
"By the way, Master, seems Zombie Lords' zombie control limit is still around 300. Haven't seen more."
"They're not fully evolved yet. Just a month ago, it was 100. It'll keep growing over time."