Chapter 97
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: End of the 4th Floor
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I immediately locked up the rescue team in the basement facilities of the villa on the third floor, fucked the women, and used the men for zombie experiments.
"Even feeding them zombie blood causes infection. Now only three test subjects remain."
"Hmm, boiled water disinfected with zombie blood doesn't cause infection even when smeared on a blade. Hey, you're lucky. Rest well until the next experiment."
"Scraped with a knife that had zombie blood on it left at room temperature for a week... infection. Two test subjects left."
"Even disinfecting the wound right away with antiseptic after cutting with a zombie-blood-coated knife causes infection... One test subject left."
"But disinfecting the blade itself coated in zombie blood and then scraping doesn't cause infection? Oh, you rest for a bit too."
"Fed them zombie blood mixed with tap water... infection. This is serious. Zombie blood will eventually flow into rivers and oceans, right? In the Project Zombie World world, swimming at the beach is a pipe dream. If it naturally purifies in river or seawater, that'd be lucky... Water must be boiled before drinking no matter what. Next experiment... damn. Used up all the test subjects."
The Tower's fourth floor, 'Park Jun-chang's Villa Survival Escape Game,' had completely become my personal playground.
Men who came as rescuers became zombie test subjects, and women—unless they were too ugly or old—got locked in the holding cells, bred, raped, and impregnated.
I kept the female classmates locked in the holding cells too, without releasing them, and kept fucking them.
Their lower bellies gradually swelled, the soft flesh there slightly protruding.
Pregnancy sex had its own unique flavor. I enjoyed two months of pregnant pussy sex.
"Oh... another rescue team. Twenty this time? Pretty big group."
I zombie-fied the male bastards for experiments, then ran all sorts of tests on the zombies—like how much damage it took to kill them—squeezing every last drop out of them before killing them off.
Zombie corpses went to the incinerator in the research facility on the basement's fourth floor, fully incinerated and buried.
Three of those zombie corpses were friends... but, well...
It was virtual anyway.
The female classmates got treated even rougher during sex because they were acquaintances.
'The real Jun-chang and his high school friends are living well in reality.'
Seeing kids who are perfectly fine in real life like this here creates such a disconnect that it reinforces how virtual this is, making me act even bolder.
On the Tower's first floor in Project Zombie World, living with the pussy slaves made me over-immerse sometimes, treating them like real people...
Here, though, seeing real-life acquaintances in this state shatters that illusion, so I treat them purely as virtual NPCs to toy with.
If I had to compare, it's like playing a simple game where they slap a friend's name and image on an NPC, and killing that NPC doesn't bring guilt or remorse.
If that gave you guilt, how would you play GTA?
You'd have to play without killing anyone and strictly following traffic laws.
When a rescue team of over fifty came to the villa above the basement, I turned off the jammer and played dead quiet.
For smaller groups, I activated the jammer, ambushed them, kidnapped them, and locked them in the holding cells on basement level three.
After several large-scale searches, the country seemed to conclude there was no issue with the villa.
The missing rescuers were chalked up to group accidents or falls in the treacherous cliffs over a thousand feet deep.
My heart raced fearing discovery during those endless big searches, but disguising a few rescuers as cliff-fall or accident deaths must have helped sell it.
As time passed, public and media interest in the villa disappearances faded.
Perfectly timed celebrity scandals, politician scandals, and other incidents buried the large-scale villa disappearance case in people's memories.
Once the villa stopped getting rescue teams, I used the passage from basement level five's control room to the outside to kidnap some village women and bring them in.
"...M-Master. Heuk... Master's cock feels so good..."
"Oh, Ji-min. Your belly's gotten big now. How many months along?"
"...Five months—no, six months now..."
I was considerate of my pregnant pussy slaves, gently thrusting into their pussies as I enjoyed sex.
My pussy-customizing transformation cock had shortened considerably, as if designed with their pregnancies in mind.
But the girth had slightly increased, like it was prepping their birth canals for smooth delivery—the thicker shaft boosted the girls' satisfaction.
'This is good enough... Getting bored anyway, time to try another world. Six months is plenty long.'
I cleared the Tower's fourth floor, 'Park Jun-chang's Villa Survival Escape Game,' and exited the Tower.
#
Out of the Tower, I rolled around in bed for a bit before heading out, thinking about selling a 1kg gold bar.
I hammered off the mark and serial number as shown on YouTube, then went to a different gold shop than last time.
The shop auntie greeted me kindly, roughly calculated the gold bar's value, and told me how much cash she could offer.
"Since the mark and serial are erased in your case... we'll deduct a fee. It'll come out of the gold price."
"That's fine."
"Still, you came at a great time. With all the monster and superhuman talk, Tower incidents, Tower trial survivors... the world's chaotic, so lots of people want to buy gold. It's a safe asset. You'll get a better price than usual."
"Really?"
"But these days, superhumans and Tower survivors are turning to robbery, calling themselves villains and such. The world's not what it used to be. Bad people with power means more crime. Gold prices fluctuate wildly day by day. Villains dumping smuggled or stolen gold cheap messes with the market."
"...Ah, villains. Yeah, villains are making headlines. They smuggle and sell stolen gold?"
The word 'villain' used to be out of place in everyday life... but now it's all over TV news, so even adults use it everywhere in society.
"Oh yeah. Don't get me started. In a week, I got three official notices and cooperation requests from police about stolen goods. You feel it too, right? The world's different now. Since the Tower incident, it feels completely changed. Is this really the Korea I knew...?"
"Yeah. Totally. Not the same as before."
The Tower incident really changed the world a lot.
This isn't the world I knew anymore.
From social mood to news. You can really feel it. It's very different.
Laws too—new special acts popping up, existing ones amended. Not the old Korea anymore.
"Cash, right? If bank transfer, leave your account number. But transfers get the backroom rate, not full value... You know? Oh, we buy 1kg bars outright, but for better price, wait a few days for consignment sale—buyers usually come within two. You could hold two days for more. What do you think?"
"How much difference in percentage?"
"Here, outright buy vs. consignment is about 1.68%. Varies, but similar lately. Buyers pay 1.68% less, sellers get 1.68% more."
"1.68%? Nah, I'll sell outright."
Waiting two days for ~90 million won meant about 1.5 million more.
Conversely, the shop pocketed 1.5 million for instant buy.
"Then write your name, front of resident number, phone number here. Address too if you can."
"...Can't do anonymous? Saw online it's possible."
"Technically yes, but selling raises stolen goods flags unlike buying. Especially now. If it's stolen, we get seized by the state and hit with receiving charges. Even innocent suspicion hurts—even if we didn't know, if circumstances suggest it, we get punished. Records protect us. Gives us something to say if police call."
"..."
"Cops overlook 100g or 10 don once or twice, prosecutors too with deferred prosecution or fines. But 1kg bar? No way. We record to prove due diligence. Some shops even call police for deals—we trust you and do it this way."
"..."
"No personal info worries. Not stolen, no issue. We don't show records till police demand. Strictly personal data."
"Hmm... Got it. I'll check other places."
"Sure. Waiting. Come back."
Five or six nearby shops all wanted name and phone.
Especially with villains rampant lately.
'Fuck these villain bastards... Not helping... Still, hate giving real name and number... Fake it? But if they call right there and a stranger picks up my fake phone, mega embarrassing. Might report suspicious origin to cops.'
Mulling that, I stopped at the shabbiest gold shop on the street.
Somehow, I had a hunch this rundown place held the key to what I wanted.