Each Person's Way of Survival
The Green Zone, located in the northern part of the miraculous island. Excluding the unlucky few who had landed in the Yellow Zone or, even worse, the Red Zone, most of the survivors had gathered here in the Green Zone.
“Everyone, wake up! It’s morning!”
While Changjae and Seunghee were busy mining coins in the shower stall, the survivor group in the Green Zone was also greeting the new day.
“Wake up!”
At the repeated booming voice, the survivors began stirring one by one.
“Aigoo, my back hurts.”
“Ugh. Is this the military or what?”
“Can’t we do something about these sleeping arrangements?”
It was only natural for them to complain. Their so-called beds had no proper windbreaks, and the floor was nothing more than overlapping large leaves—practically the same as sleeping on bare ground. The only consolation was that the weather wasn’t cold.
“Yes! If we want proper beds, we need to work hard starting right now!”
The sturdy man loudly encouraging the grumbling survivors was Cha Incheol, a Marine Corps veteran and senior at a prestigious university who had taken on the role of leader for the survivor group from the very first day.
“Incheol, what about food? Are we having tree fruit and mushrooms again today?”
The oldest woman in the female group asked on their behalf.
“Today I plan to head deeper into the forest and try hunting. With some luck, we might get to eat meat.”
“Hunting? As expected of you, Incheol! So reliable!”
The woman grew excited at the word “meat” and clung to Incheol’s arm. He gave a bitter smile and gently pried her off.
“If it fails, it’ll be natural food again, though.”
“Aang! You have to catch something, okay, Incheol?”
“Yes. I’ll do my best.”
Incheol smiled awkwardly at the woman who kept clinging to him no matter how many times he tried to shake her off. Watching them, quiet dissatisfaction leaked from the female group.
“What is she even doing?”
“It’s so obvious it’s not even funny.”
“She can’t even act her age.”
Unlike the men, whose ages ranged from teenagers to people in their fifties, the female group consisted only of young women in their twenties and thirties. The woman acting close to “Incheol” was a thirty-five-year-old spinster. Excluding the one married woman in her late thirties, she was the oldest in the female group and the oldest among the unmarried women. It was only natural that some found it distasteful to see her aggressively approaching a man in his mid-twenties.
“Tsk. How long are we supposed to live like this?”
And the complaints weren’t limited to the women.
“Why is some kid barely out of his twenties acting like the boss?”
“Who the hell is he anyway? Dragging busy people out here like this.”
“No cigarettes, no alcohol. How are we supposed to endure this?”
The men were piling up grievances for their own reasons. Uncomfortable sleeping conditions, scarce supplies, unfamiliar human relationships—nothing was satisfactory. In an environment like this, being controlled on top of everything else made it stranger not to have complaints.
“Excuse me, the water in the women’s shower stall has run out.”
A woman who had just come out of the female shower stall spoke to Incheol.
“Right. Refilling the shower water costs five coins. Does anyone have five coins?”
“Oh, we do.”
“Hey. Why are you butting in?”
“Because we have them, that’s why.”
At Incheol’s question, one woman stepped forward, and the man who appeared to be her companion scolded her. This was already a repeated argument, so Incheol forced another smile and intervened.
“I’m sorry. Everyone else has been sharing their coins too, so I’d appreciate your cooperation.”
“Haa~.”
The man let out a sigh full of dissatisfaction but didn’t openly argue. Incheol turned away with a smile still plastered on his face, but he was gradually beginning to feel a sense of crisis.
“This is tricky.”
How long could he keep controlling a group of people gathered without any real connections? Incheol could clearly predict that the moment this control collapsed, a crisis would come for them.
“Oppa. Headcount is complete—fourteen men and fourteen women, total of twenty-eight.”
“Thanks, Inyeong. Good work.”
Even in this uncomfortable environment, he stroked his younger sister’s head, who followed him without a single complaint. And he thought to himself that he needed to steel his heart even more—for the sake of getting his sister out of here safely.
On the western side of the miraculous island, in the Yellow Zone—the boundary connecting the Green Zone and the Red Zone—a peculiar mother and son were greeting the morning.
“Mommy. When are we going home?”
A mixed-race boy with Western features. The person he called “Mommy” was a tall Caucasian woman.
“Noah, just hold on a few more days, okay?”
The mother smiled as she stroked her son’s head, but she couldn’t completely hide the worry in her expression.
“I want to go home……”
The still-sleepy child whined. The mother had no words she could offer him. Noah had actually liked it when they first arrived on the island. He got to spend time with the mother who usually couldn’t play with him much. There were many strange things, and he didn’t have to study. It felt like camping alone with the mother he loved.
But for a seven-year-old boy to spend time alone with his mother on a remote island with no TV and no friends was not easy. Boredom was a stronger poison for a child than hunger.
“Then shall we go into the sea with Mommy?”
“No. I’m tired of the sea now.”
The warm beach had only been nice at first. Playing in the sea all day for two days straight quickly grew boring.
“I’m hungry, Mommy.”
“Just wait a little longer. Mommy will catch some fish.”
“Again?”
The mother hugged her disappointed son tightly and comforted him.
“I’m sorry. When we get out of here, Mommy will buy you all the delicious things you want, okay?”
“……Yeah.”
The mother picked up a wooden spear and stepped out of the cave. Before her stretched a sandy beach and an endless sea.
“Huu.”
What should she do from now on? Her heart felt as vast and empty as that sea. Because there was the ocean, food wasn’t a problem. She had enjoyed spearfishing as a leisure activity before, so she could manage. Most of all, the fish in this sea didn’t fear humans. A crude wooden spear was more than enough. It was actually easier than when she used proper equipment.
But humans were not creatures that could live on food alone. Even if she could endure somehow, it was hard to believe her young son could withstand this environment. Boredom was one thing, but she also worried about him getting hurt or sick.
“Hup.”
Worrying alone wouldn’t solve anything. For now, she would do what she could. With that, the mother once again stripped off her clothes and dove into the sea.
“Phew. That feels refreshing.”
My body felt refreshed after washing thoroughly, and even more so after releasing what I’d been holding back. I had taken out my accumulated frustration with Mother on Seunghee. That part did prick my conscience a little, but since Seunghee had enjoyed it too, it should be fine.
“Let’s see, the coins?”
After roughly drying my body, I first checked how many coins had come in.
Acquired 50 coins from repeated sex with Sub-Partner.
Acquired 20 coins from two consecutive days of sex.
Acquired 50 coins from internal ejaculation.
Acquired 30 coins from solo orgasm.
Acquired 13 coins from volume and semen bonus.
Acquired 136 coins from partner’s mental satisfaction bonus.
Total coins acquired from relationship with Sub-Partner will be split 50/50 between male and female partners.
Position: Face-to-Face Standing Position achieved. Acquired 100 coins.
“Ugh.”
As expected, the second round of sex didn’t yield that many coins. And I had to split them with Seunghee. Hmm. At this rate, my advancement is going to be delayed. How can I increase the coins? Do I have no choice but to work harder myself?
“Ahem. Ahem…… hmm?”
While I was mindlessly scrolling on my phone, one particular message caught my eye.
Main Partner's Jealousy Lv.2 achieved. Coin acquisition rate increases by 20% during relations with Main Partner.
“……What the hell is this?”
Mother’s jealousy went up? Why? How? There was no need to ask why. The reason was obvious. Because I had sex with Seunghee. I hadn’t done it when Mother suggested it, but I did it with Seunghee.
A 20% increase in coins. That wasn’t a small number. But was this really okay? Was it fine to leave it like this, or even raise it on purpose? If it reached Level 3 it would be 30%, Level 4 would be 40%. At Level 10 would it be 100%? Could that really happen?
Nothing but ominous feelings came to mind.
“Changjae oppaaa~.”
While I was trembling as I stared at the message, Seunghee came out of the shower stall making crying noises.
“Did you wash properly?”
“Yes~……”
Since I had ejaculated inside her again today, I had told her to wash thoroughly, even inside.
“Uuu~.”
Seunghee was making it obvious with her whole body that it was hard and painful. I chuckled and wiped her body with a towel.
“Good job. Is there anything you want to eat?”
“Ice cream~ I want ice creeeam~.”
She probably said it half-jokingly, but I immediately operated my phone and bought ice cream. The only flavor available was melon popsicle.
“Here. Ice cream.”
“Whoa!”
When the ice cream suddenly appeared in mid-air, Seunghee was startled but quickly grabbed it.
“Uh, can I really eat this? The coins……”
“It’s fine, eat it. I’m buying it because you worked hard, Seunghee.”
“Uuu…… I feel like crying for some reason. Thank you.”
After drying the sniffling Seunghee, I got dressed as well. Honestly, buying one ice cream after a single round of sex was a rip-off and there was nothing I could say about it. It only cost one coin anyway. But it was important to give even a small reward after work. It improved efficiency and motivation. Especially since Seunghee had to save every coin she earned because of Seungpil, so stress could build up. I needed to take care of that part for her.
“You know what you have to do if you want to eat more later, right?”
“Ugh~ Changjae oppa you pervert!”
Seunghee spoke as if scolding me, but her face was smiling.
“Kyaa!”
After giving her impertinent butt a light smack, I left the shower room before her.
Alright. Next up is Mother’s turn. Let’s go in with some spirit.