Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Skydiving Thrills and Zombie Slaughter
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After frantically dealing with those zombie bastards, seeing this...
I've never been married, never even been a woman,
but it felt just like coming home to my warm, affectionate parents' house, you know?
Watching this cozy, harmonious space where everyone was minding their own business and spouting their own bullshit made my heart feel all fuzzy for some reason.
'After seeing zombies charging like a pack of wild dogs..., it's kinda nice to watch people just babbling away for a bit.'
After staring at hordes of zombies swarming, catching this slice of everyday life somehow put my mind at ease emotionally.
'Hmm, time to bail.'
As I was lost in random thoughts, the plane had already dropped off a ton of people and was heading toward the edge of the island.
I leaped from the plane, kicking off another round of that hilarious freefall skydiving.
"Woooooooh!!! Fuck yeah, this is the shit~~~!!! Sooooo fuuuun~~~~!!!! Heart pounding from zombies, then skydiving—fuuuuck yeah~~~!!! "
Wow. So that's why people do this dangerous-ass sport where you drop and could die if your chute doesn't open or the lines tangle.
There was a reason folks kept at this high-risk sport with a solid chance of instant death.
It was fucking fun.
"Hahahahaha~~!! Shiiiit~~~! So fuuucking fun~~~~!!!!"
Only downside: the freefall time was too damn short.
Would be even better dropping from higher up.
'Kyah, if there's a trial later with flying in the sky, I gotta do it.
Skydiving's this fun..., how wild would actual flying be...'
This thrill was like doing backflips nonstop a hundred times over—if I knew how, that is.
Anyway, you get the point: it was that fucking fun.
I plummeted gracefully toward an area that looked devoid of people, landed, slipped into a nearby building, and dove into frantic looting.
I stripped down to minimal gear, shoving every gun and bullet I picked up straight into my Subspace Storage.
This drop zone was suspiciously quiet—no people around where I landed.
I'd intentionally aimed for an unpopular spot, after all.
Anyway, since I'd picked a remote outskirt with zero foot traffic,
I enjoyed a blissful, uninterrupted looting life.
I was in the zone, time flying by unnoticed as I looted like a madman...,
when suddenly the blue safe zone started closing in, squeezing my life tighter.
'Just loot hard while circling the outer edge.'
I decided to run the classic safe zone edge-camping meta.
My goal wasn't clearing the floor 2 extra trial or racking up kills.
It was stockpiling guns for floor 1's Project Zombie World.
Up to now, I'd been steadily packing my Subspace Storage with guns and ammo.
Sorting could wait; I just crammed whatever I grabbed inside.
M16 rifles, K2 rifles, SCARs, AKMs, Kar98ks, Uzis, Vectors, pump shotguns, double-barrel shotguns, and more...
A normal Battlegrounds 2 player would've been capped by inventory limits.
But I was a man with 3m × 3m × 3m = 27m³ of Subspace Storage.
I filled this vast space endlessly, grabbing every gun and bullet in sight.
Especially hit up the apartment complex on the Angelgal 2 map for a massive haul.
"...Ah, fuck.... The safe zone hurts like hell...."
But the zone was stinging bad now, so I chugged kits and drinks, hopped in a two-seater buggy for a last-second dash inside—
Thinking I just had to cross this bridge to be safe...!
- Incoming fire! -
Tire punctured! Vehicle spinning!
Bullets came out of nowhere—tires blew with a Bang! Psssh!, buggy spun out...,
and the car I was driving slammed into the bridge railing.
HP halved in an instant.
- Vehicle explosion! -
"...Ah, fuck.... Where's it coming from.... Ah, there...! "
And with the relentless enemy fire, the car I'd been riding exploded...
"...Gah."
I died.
Fuck.
Ambush at the bridge end.
You bastard.
'Ah..., so close. 805th place. Fuck...'
Scoreboard showed I was the 805th to die.
A bit more holding out and I'd have cleared the extra trial...
Floor 2 Trial: 'Survive among 1000 competitors until 800 remain' - Failed.
Floor 2: 0 Kills Reward - 0 points awarded
Floor 2: 0 Hits Reward - 0 points awarded
Floor 2: Extra Survival Reward - 22 points awarded
Pay 100 points to retry Floor 2 'Battlegrounds 2'?
"Nah, I've got plenty of guns already."
Guns and ammo stocked to the brim.
Just head back to floor 1 and blast zombies like crazy.
Honestly, my personal taste...,
over sweating PvP heart-pounding shootouts and sniped by some camper...,
I'd way rather massacre dumb zombies and pound Hye-jeong's pussy.
And above all, I had a super critical, humanity-saving mission right now: taste Hye-jeong's little sister's pussy.
Rescuing Pussy Slave Hye-jeong's sister and plunging deep into her pussy was my sacred duty, written in Goguryeo watermelon scrolls and Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms.
- Little sister's puuuussy! Hye-jeong's little sister's puuuussy!!! -
My wise Solomon cock was going nuts craving Pussy Slave Hye-jeong's little sister's pussy.
"Back to floor 1!"
Returned to floor 1's Project Zombie World.
Time was frozen right before I left for floor 2.
"Hoo..., I'm back.... You zombie fuckers.... You're all fucked now."
Grabbed a pre-loaded gun from Subspace Storage at random.
A K2 rifle.
Healthy Common Zombie defeated: +18 points
Injured Common Zombie defeated: +5 points
Common Zombie defeated: +10 points
Leaping Zombie defeated: +31 points
Common Zombie defeated: +10 points
Every time zombies climbed the stairs into view, or their faces peeked through the gaps from below, I blasted massive holes in their heads.
When a mag ran dry, I didn't reload—just tossed it and grabbed another pre-loaded gun from Subspace Storage.
"Hey. System, you fuck. Stop popping kill alerts. Ruins my focus."
Understood.
After burning through 40 rounds from the K2's high-cap quick-draw mag,
I chucked it into Subspace Storage without reloading and pulled the next gun.
A 5-round pump-action shotgun chambered in 12 gauge.
I whipped out the shotgun and unloaded on the zombies climbing the stairs.
Boom! Rack-boom! Rack-boom! Rack-boom! Rack-boom! Rack-
Watched zombie heads vanish without a trace like magic.
Even body shots punched clean holes through torsos, dropping zombies behind them too.
Felt so damn good.
Fuck, this is why people use shotguns.
After emptying the 5 pre-loaded shells,
I grabbed another random gun from Subspace Storage—another K2 rifle.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blasted through the standard 30-round mag in seconds.
Fourth gun from Subspace: an AKM.
The modernized rifle fixing the old Soviet AK-47's flaws.
Or so the game description said.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fired off 10 precise single shots in a row.
The game's mighty 7.62mm rounds weren't as devastating as shotguns but reliably cored zombie skulls.
Zombies kept pouring up the stairs, but...
I felt confident I could handle them.
'...And most importantly, I've got even better stuff stocked...'
"Fire in the hole, you zombie fuckers!"
Pulled the pin on a grenade farmed from Tower floor 2's Battlegrounds 2.
Lobbed it through the stair gaps, aiming for the climbing horde.
Whiiish—
The grenade plummeted from my 10th floor, straight down the stairwell to the 1st floor bottom.
'One..., twooo..., threeee..., fourr..., five.'
Battlegrounds 2 grenades explode exactly 5 seconds later.
KABOOOM!!!!!
No dud fuses here—just perfectly standardized mass-produced goodness. Very satisfying.
"Whoa..., hearing it for real, grenades in this game are fucking strong... "