Chapter 284
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 284
Chapter Title: Mopping Up Zombies and the Maid Mix-Up
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I'm not even enlisted, so what mortar specialist am I?
It was all thanks to the Weapon Mastery skill that I could shoot so well.
'That commander guy's eyes are bloodshot from trying to butter me up. Heh heh heh.'
This must be why rank matters in the military.
The commander was rubbing up against me non-stop, flattering me until his hands were sore.
I hadn't even hypnotized him to do it, but he was doing it anyway, so it must just be military culture to grovel to superiors.
'Is it because I could fire him from commander on the spot if I felt like it?'
"Hmm, so what's next on the schedule? Head to that bombardment site and mop up any surviving zombies?"
"Yes, sir. We're planning to approach the bombardment zone and perform confirmation kills."
"Easy, piece of cake. Back in the day, something like that zombie lord would've had me shaking and running for the hills..."
"...Haha, haha. Don't say that, my lord. ...I can't really picture you running away, but without this massive force, taking on three thousand alone... Whew, just imagining it makes me want to piss myself. You've come this far overcoming such trials—you truly are amazing, my lord."
"Heh heh heh, you think so?"
"Yes, sir. Truly impressive."
The commander, mistaking my game stories for reality, kept up the flattery.
It didn't feel bad—in fact, it felt good—so I let it slide and hopped in the vehicle to finish off the zombies.
The bombardment site was a total wasteland.
Thanks to the mortar barrage, nearly all of them—99.9%—were dead or crippled, crawling feebly across the ground.
I pulled out my trusty M416 from the Subspace Storage for the first time in ages and smashed the skulls of every last crawling zombie bastard.
I ordered my men to spot them but leave the finishing blows to me.
The last hits had to be mine.
Defeated injured normal zombie. Gained 2 points.
Defeated injured normal zombie. Gained 3 points.
Defeated injured normal zombie. Gained 5 points.
Defeated injured normal zombie. Gained 6 points.
Defeated injured normal zombie. Gained 4 points.
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"Mmm, nice. Shooting outdoors after so long, breathing fresh air, smelling gunpowder—feels refreshing. Commander, ready for the next spot?"
"Yes, my lord. Two kilometers west from here, there's a whopping ten thousand zombies this time. Seems led by what we suspect are zombie lords. They're heading our way, drawn by the mortar fire."
"Ten thousand... They probably haven't evolved that far yet, but multiple zombie lords leading them, right?"
"Yes, our staff estimates the same."
"Good. Let's go wipe them out too."
Zombie hordes camped on flat farmlands or small hills were mortar fodder.
We scouted all nearby hordes with military recon drones, targeted the prime ones, and showered them with mortars. Done.
After repeating this four times, we'd run out of shells, and with troop fatigue in mind, the commander suggested returning to base.
Shells weren't an issue—I had plenty in my Subspace Storage—but visibility and stamina made it sensible.
The sun was setting anyway.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Head back."
"Yes, my lord. Well done. Thanks to you, we've had great results today."
"Keh heh heh, you bet."
Watching the commander fawn over me the whole ride back, I thought next time I'd bring some pussy slaves.
His empty flattery paled next to fucking them on the way home.
I'd had my fun on Tower Floor 1 and exited back to the real world outside.
Stepping out, reality had just finished fucking my household women.
As the afterglow lingered, I recalled entering Floor 1.
'Hmm, Mom, sisters, and little sisters are all asleep. Time for me to crash too.'
I hugged the soft female bodies beside me like bolsters and drifted off.
I woke to an empty bed except for me.
Propping up, I checked my smartphone—already 2 p.m.
Looks like I'd slept in deep for once.
My whole body buzzed with energy, feeling refreshed.
"Ughhh!"
I stretched fully and got out of bed, strolling naked from the master bedroom.
Heading to the kitchen where voices chattered, I found naked Mom and Ji-min in a sexy maid cosplay chatting quietly.
"Ah, Master♡ You're awake?"
Ji-min bowed in greeting upon seeing me.
The slutty maid outfit left her tits fully exposed.
Mom had her back turned, but noticing Ji-min's greeting, she spun around with a warm welcome.
"...Huh? Oh, my son's up? Slept well?"
"Yeah. Woke up, but no one beside me. What were you two chatting about?"
"Nothing much, just going over kitchen chores. ...But son, Mom wants a clothing gift from you too..."
"Huh? What?"
"That one—you got it for her, right?"
"...Me?"
"Wasn't it?"
I eyed the lewd maid cosplay on Ji-min closely.
It looked familiar... Yeah, the sex slave maid outfit I'd ordered ages ago.
Seo-yeon on Floor 1 had wanted it, so I'd custom-ordered from overseas.
'Oh yeah, I remember. Placed the order in that cosplay shop. High quality, but overseas custom meant long wait—I forgot. ...Damn, quality's top-notch. Worth the price.'
But why did Ji-min think I'd gifted it to her?
"...Hehe, Master ordered it to your apartment. ...Custom-made just to dress me up—aww...♡ Hehe...♡"
'Ah, Ji-min misunderstood. Thought the slutty sex slave maid outfit to my place was for her. Makes sense—all other clothes and toys went to her... Easy mistake.'
Ji-min figured I'd obviously bought it for her.
All the sexy cosplay deliveries and toys had been used on her before.
So she'd assumed it was hers and wore it...
Of course, truth was different...
But she was already wearing it and thrilled—no point snatching it back.
"Ah... That... Yeah, right. Ordered it for you ages ago—totally forgot."
'I'll just order more.'
They say taking back a gift hurts most, so no need.
Snatch the one she thinks is hers? She'd bawl her eyes out.
Let her have it—money's no object, reorder plenty.
'Took forever to arrive though...'
Real-world time, just a while back, but with Tower life, it felt ancient.
"Son, get me one too."
"Mom too?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Mom snuggled up, rubbing her massive tits against me coquettishly, begging for the same as Ji-min's.
I agreed and pulled up the cosplay shop site on my phone to reorder, but intuition hit: all household women would beg for one too.
'Gave to Ji-min and Mom but not them? 100% pouty, 200% begging.'
So I ordered over a thousand high-quality sex slave maid outfits in various sizes.
'For real-world household women and slaves, plus Tower girls. Plenty needed.'
Minutes later, a call from the shop staff.
"Hello. This is Lee Young-mi from Cosplay Shop. Is this Park Seung-ho?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for confirming. Just checking your recent order for 1,000 maid outfits—correct?"
"Yes. 1,000. Payment went through, right? Note: various sizes, not identical."
"Yes, sir. ...Thank you so much. Bulk orders like this are rare, so we called to confirm. We'll ensure perfect delivery—I'll oversee personally. Thank you, have a great day!"