Chapter 276
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 276
Chapter Title: Hellish Military Bases
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Whether it was for gameplay balance or the internal logic of the game's world, Project Zombie World had a setting where military bases were packed with evolved zombies, making them incredibly tough to assault or secure.
Online, there were even jokes floating around that a few clever zombie lords, being intelligent, were deliberately guarding the bases to keep humans from claiming them.
'It was probably just the game devs tweaking the difficulty to make bases hard to get, but here in this world, it might actually play out that way for real.'
Because of that, in the Tower's first floor—where Project Zombie World was recreated with brutal realism—the military base felt like a demon realm, a true devil's den.
The evolved zombies were bad enough, but since they were all former soldiers, every zombie inside the base was in peak physical condition.
That meant even the weakest were at least "healthy zombies," and most could sprint like athletes.
So, for your average survivors, the military base was a place too terrifying to even approach.
Plus, military bases had way more people than you'd expect, which meant plenty of raw material to turn into zombies.
Troops were already densely packed together by nature.
And beyond that, there were civilian military staff, contractors supporting the base, and families living in on-base housing...
Picture all of them as zombies.
That said, just like with most military bases, once you took one over, the rewards were insane.
It was a prime spot for farming top-tier loot.
If I had to put it in fantasy terms, it was like a high-risk dungeon with sweet, sweet loot at the end.
"When we first attacked the U.S. base, we took casualties and struggled hard, but once the drones joined the fight, it became a cakewalk."
"Good. That's excellent. Drones are the best."
In the original Project Zombie World game, you couldn't use drones like I did, so it was hardcore difficulty all the way.
But I had a steady supply of cutting-edge military drones, constantly upgraded by my scientist pussy slave from the Tower's fifth floor hell world. It made things ridiculously easy.
Honestly, the moment I started deploying them en masse, the difficulty of the Tower's first floor Project Zombie World plummeted straight to Very Very Very Easy.
"Yes, exactly. The drones' aerial bombing runs were a game-changer. Securing the U.S. bases in Namgu let us stockpile massive amounts of weapons, ammo, and preserved food. We've got armored vehicles and state-of-the-art gear that'll be huge for future zombie sweeps."
"Perfect. This'll accelerate my empire-building even more. Heh heh heh."
Among the new survivors we'd scooped up(?), there were a few ex-Army officers.
So I'd promoted one to be my military advisor and commander.
Unfortunately, the highest rank among them pre-outbreak was captain.
I'd have loved a major or even a general.
'He said he was right on the cusp of promotion, but a captain's a captain.'
I glanced at my military advisor and commander.
He had a handsome face, so at first I considered just killing him off. But since everyone in my faction—men and women alike—was under hypnosis and couldn't fuck without my orders, I let him live.
If I'd gotten the hypnosis skill later, he might've met with a "tragic accident"(?). Officer or not, he wasn't irreplaceable.
"Yes, my Lord. We should be able to launch even more aggressive and dominant zombie-clearing ops from here on."
"Good work."
After his report, I turned to his young wife, a 20-year-old girl.
"Hey, suck that dick better. Your husband's out there busting his ass and giving great reports. So why's your blowjob skill not improving? Huh?"
"...Slurp, slurrrp... S-sorry. I'll do better. Sluuuurp, slurp."
Apparently, they were newlyweds.
She'd fallen for the handsome officer hanging around her general father, and to dodge college, jobs, and her parents' nagging—while living easy—she'd rushed into marriage.
"Hm, your wife's the general's daughter, right? Grown up too sheltered, like a flower in a greenhouse. Her blowjob skills just aren't cutting it."
"My apologies. I'll make it up for her. She's still young—just turned 20. Until last year, she was in high school... I was tutoring her, but she got rejected from all her colleges... Ahem, sorry. I'll step up my game."
"Nah, you're doing great as my military advisor and commander. It's your wife that's the issue. A general's daughter marrying an officer, huh? Heh heh. Straight out of a drama or internet tale. Sorry for cutting in between you two."
"Not at all, my Lord. It's your rightful privilege."
"Right, right. Heh heh heh. I'll fuck your wife raw and knock her up good. When she has my kid, you two raise it right. You'll need to step up. I'm impregnating her every year till menopause hits her womb."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, my Lord."
"Heh heh heh. Good report. You're dismissed. I'll use your wife's holes a bit more and send her back later."
"Yes, sir! Understood. Loyalty!"
"Yeah, loyalty."
All the male survivors were meat shields, soldiers, and eunuch laborers, shoring up the foundations of my harem kingdom—full of pussy slaves and instant fuck-holes.
No mana in this world meant no worries about hypnosis breaking and betrayal.
So I could hand out all the guns from Battlegrounds 2 and the weapons from the U.S. bases without a second thought.
The hypnotized dickheads, ugly women, and old hags were still out there, pouring their hearts into zombie-clearing on my orders.
Even when I pushed them into overextended territory grabs, reports kept coming in of their body-and-soul devotion.
Whether it was their girlfriends, fiancées, wives, daughters, or nieces spreading their legs for my creampies, they stayed loyal as hell.
"Heh heh heh. Hilarious how they think it's normal even watching their woman get creampied right in front of them. Heh heh. No reaction even when she's drenched in my cum. Heh heh heh. Even when my seed spills white from her pussy, they just shrug it off. All the survivor women accept it obediently."
At some point, inside the safe, cozy apartments, I ordered all women to go bottomless.
So I could slam my dick into their pussies anytime.
No pants or panties allowed in the apartment complex fuck-holes.
Thick socks or crotchless stockings were okay with my permission—got me hard.
Super short skirts were fine too.
Without panties, they were basically instant-access, and the constant flashes of pussy and ass made me even harder.
During patrols of the complex, if I spotted a woman whose pussy wasn't dripping my cum, I'd ram my massive cock in, use her like a living onahole, and when I was close, refill her tank.
Cum would gush out, pooling on the floor or trickling down inner thighs. Watching the apartment women like that? Pure bliss.
"Hmm, we should track cumulative creampie counts too. Heh heh, like in those hentai mangas. Hey, use that glowy marker for the tally—wash carefully so it doesn't fade. Redo it if it does."
"""Yes, my Lord."""
Every time I came inside, I'd mark a stroke of a Chinese counter character—.
Usually on thighs, lower belly, or ass with glowy marker.
Yeah, those scribbles you see in Hitomi manga.
Once the characters crowded her body..., I'd count 'em up, wipe her clean, slap on Arabic numerals like 100 or 1000, then start fresh strokes for each new load.