Nothing Is Working Out!
Nothing Is Working Out!
My fist was stuck in the floor, both arms splayed out automatically, and my back pressed flat against the wall as I blinked my wide-open eyes. I made eye contact with the monster slowly lifting its head toward me.
This bastard was also a monster whose eyes weren't just bloodshot, but inherently glowing with a red light.
However, this guy was different from the ones I called real zombies.
Standing around two meters tall with a muscular body reminiscent of a bodybuilder.
On top of that, unlike zombies that just tried to bite, scratch, and tear you apart, this one grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the living room, kicked at my face, and slammed down its fists—showing that, much like a human, it knew how to fully utilize its own body.
Compared to real zombies with eyesight, it was naturally much faster and stronger, and besides being huge, its most notable physical feature was that despite having eyes, a nose, and a mouth, its ears had no flaps and were just open holes.
Of course, what this bastard looked like didn't matter at all in the current situation.
What mattered right now was dodging its attack first.
Whoooosh!!!
Swish-
Boom!!!
With its neck snapped violently to the right, the monster's large left fist drove straight into the spot where my head had been just a moment ago.
Hudududuk-
Debris falling to the floor.
Just like its right fist embedded in the floor, its left fist boasted a terrifying destructive power, sinking into the wall almost up to the wrist.
If I take just one hit from that, I'm dead on the spot...
Anyway, the fortunate thing was that I was blocking and dodging this bastard's attacks.
By the way, I needed to raise my luck to acquire a trait and figure out what traits were available?
Fuck, what a luxurious thought that was.
Traits my ass, I needed to raise my basic stats no matter what.
Because if just two monsters like this showed up, the current me would be a goner.
"Grrr...!"
The monster snarled at me, baring its teeth like a dog growling.
Hearing it make such a low-class noise, this asshole was a zombie after all.
But...
"What are you glaring at, you son of a bitch?!"
"Kuaaagh!!!"
Ssuuk- Whoooosh!!!
With a beastly roar, the monster yanked its right fist out of the floor and swung the back of its hand straight at me.
But I couldn't just sit there and take it this time!
Dadadadak!!
Subduing the opponent with rapid, flashy consecutive attacks like Wing Chun... I couldn't do that, but I moved my hands as fast as Wing Chun and crawled across the floor.
Because escaping came first.
An attack launched while squatting like this didn't seem like it would work on a bastard with such a bulky physique, and I wasn't in a posture to attack or counterattack, so I needed to get my body into a state where I could actually fight properly first.
Kwajik!!!
Hudududuk-
The back of the hand the monster swung also smashed through the wall, sending concrete debris crashing to the floor. In the meantime, I slipped out to the side, got back up, twisted my waist, and swung my right foot toward the monster's head.
Whoooosh!!!
It was a somewhat rushed attack right after getting up, but I made full use of my body's rotational force and my balance was spot on.
In short, the best attack I could possibly muster.
First, smack the back of its head to slam it into the wall, then pour attacks on it without giving the bastard a chance to do anything, and kill it.
A picture-perfect scenario painted in my head.
Of course, things rarely went smoothly just as you thought they would.
Damn it...
Teok!!
Kkwääk!!!
My right foot, which had been swung with such great momentum, was caught in the monster's left hand.
And caught so solidly that I couldn't move an inch.
"Hey, humor me for a move."
"Kuaaagh!!!"
"What the fuck?!"
As my right foot was pulled, my body was dragged along, and the monster's right fist came flying toward me.
Peok!!
Kwajik!!
The monster's fist slammed into my left arm, which was raised at a right angle in front of my face, while my right fist slammed into its temple.
Koong!!
Deudeudeuduk!!!
From the attacks we exchanged, the monster's head crashed into the wall, and my body bounced away, sliding across the living room floor.
Even though I flew back more flashily, its attack was blocked by me and my attack succeeded.
And cleanly at that.
How do you like that, you fucking asshole! This is what I'm capable of!
But the bastard whose temple my fist had accurately struck...
"Grrr...!"
Was totally fine.
Turning its face that had been embedded in the wall back toward me, it growled as if nothing was wrong.
At that level, didn't that asshole reinforce its head with body enhancement just like that otaku?!
"Fuck...."
Curses burst out of my mouth.
Of course, seeing the bastard completely fine was absurd and annoying, but more than that, because of my left arm.
Didn't this break?
It was the same when I crossed both arms to block the foot swung toward my face, but after blocking its fist with just my left arm, a pain like my forearm bone was broken came rushing in.
Does this kind of favorable trade still mean I'm at a loss?
But one question arose here.
"Why the hell are you acting like a lunatic toward me?!"
"Kuaaagh!!"
This bastard—who knows if it's a zombie or not—rushing in with a howl didn't need to drag me all the way in here and make a fuss like this.
I had a rope tied to me, but it wouldn't have enough intelligence to recognize even that, so instead of pulling me to drag me into the living room, the bastard should've just attacked and killed me or dropped me right from the start.
Yet why on earth did it drag me in here just to throw this tantrum?!
Whooosh!! Whoooosh!!!
The fists swung toward me cut through the air, making a sound like a mace being swung.
Ah! My mace!
Since I had to grab the railing with both hands when jumping down, the mace I had tucked between the rope tied around my waist must have already fallen when I flew into the living room, and it was now lying on the kitchen floor.
And between me and the kitchen, this crazy monster was swinging its fists at me.
First, I needed to secure the mace...
Swish-
Whoooosh!!!
As I pulled my head back, the bastard's fist swept right past the tip of my nose.
Yeah, what mace.
Let's just go with a manly bare-handed fight!
With the sole of my left foot, I kicked and pushed the monster's right ankle as it stepped toward me, making it lose its balance. Then, aiming for its face as it tilted slightly toward me, I thrust upward with my tightly clenched right fist.
Peok!!!
How do you like that, fucker!
From the sound to the heavy sensation transmitted to my hand, and the monster's head snapping back and bouncing up.
This attack would definitely work no matter how much it reinforced its head with body enhancement.
Because a punch with several times more force than when I hit its temple landed squarely and properly.
Shiiiik!!
Yet, as if mocking my conviction, even while its head was tilted back looking at the ceiling, it reached out its left hand toward my neck. I too swung my left hand, striking its forearm with my fist to knock it aside, then bent my still-raised right arm after the uppercut and smashed my sharp elbow down onto its face.
Kwajik!!!!
"Go on, act tough some more, you bastard!!!"
Is it true that you shouldn't run your mouth carelessly after all?
Nothing had happened yet, but my left side was already throbbing.
As if giving a preview of how much it was going to hurt in a moment.
Peok!!!
Kudangtangtangtang!!!
Right along with my confident shout, the monster's swung right fist struck my side, and feeling myself float up into the air, I flew across the room, crashed into the shelf under the TV, and tumbled across the floor.
"Fuck... Ptooey!!"
Me getting up while spitting out the blood pooled in my mouth, and the monster glaring at me with blood flowing from its nose and mouth.
Seeing it not rush at me right away, that asshole must actually hurt when it gets hit.
Well, it doesn't look like it hurts as much as me right now, though.
Fuck, do I even have any ribs left?
It hurts like hell...
But it hurts as much as it was rewarding.
Right now, the monster and I were facing each other just like a moment ago, but our linear position with the kitchen had now formed a triangle.
You're fucking screwed now, you bastard!
Tadat-
"Krak!!"
Tadat-
At my movement running toward the kitchen, the monster chased after me with a howl.
But I was the one who moved first.
Therefore, it was only natural that among me and that bastard, who possessed similar speeds to trade attacks, I would arrive first.
Deobsuk!
Tilting my body sideways and extending my right hand toward the floor, the moment I grasped the handle of the mace, I twisted my body and swung the mace down toward the monster bastard chasing me.
Whoooosh!!
Tadat-
Koong!!!
Like the mace plunged into the floor, even though the attack missed, with my waist bent forward and lifting just my head to look at it, one corner of my mouth naturally curled up.
Because up until now, even while receiving my attacks with its hands or getting beaten, the bastard had always pushed back with its own attacks, but for this attack, it avoided it by pulling its body far back.
It too knew or felt it.
That this mace was different from my fists.
Seeing that, it almost seemed a bit smart.
"How's that, you bastard? Giving you the chills?"
"Grrr...!"
"You're not even a dog, so what's with all the growling? And this time, stay right there without moving. Because I'm coming over to smash your head in!!!"
Tadat-
"Kuaaagh!!!"
Me running forward while pulling out the mace stuck in the floor, and the monster howling and thrusting its fist toward me.
Go fast for a big hit? Or play it safe and slow?
I hesitated for a very brief moment while watching the bastard's fist reach out.
Should I dodge that fist and aim for a big single blow, or swing the mace to match that fist, deprive the bastard of its right hand, and secure an advantageous foothold in the upcoming battle?
Because I wasn't sure which of the two was the action I should take right now.
And at this moment of choice, I simply let my body choose for itself.
Except for the few times I fought frantically against swarming zombies, I had made my body move while picturing almost every fight in my head, but right now I didn't have the luxury to picture anything in my head.
And my body, having been granted the power of choice, didn't give a damn about safety or anything else. It stepped my left foot to the side, twisted its body sideways, and smashed the mace down toward the crown of the bastard's head as it thrust its right arm forward.
Whoooosh!!!
The mace falling toward the crown of its head.
If things went like this, the choice my body made would be the right one, but...
Eudeudeuk!!!
I clenched my teeth so hard they felt like they'd shatter.
Because this crazy monster bastard twisted its body against my attack and swung its left fist.
Judging by the trajectory of the swinging fist, what it was aiming for this time was my face.
Yet, even though my reaction speed at this level was enough to dodge it completely, the bastard chose to attack.
Whether it was confident or determined to drag me down with it even if it died, I wasn't sure, but one thing was certain.
That if I got hit by that fist, it was going to hurt like hell.
Fuck, I don't want to get hit!!
I really didn't want to get hit, but the bastard's fist swung without stopping, and the same went for my mace.
Woodudeuk!!!
The mace slammed into the monster's chest, breaking its breastbone as it pulled its head back to dodge the attack even in this situation, instead of the crown of its head.
And my face twisted to the side with my cheek flesh squashed and my lips poking out.
Peeook!!!
"Ugh..!"
It hurts more than I thought!
It hurts as if someone grabbed my balls with both hands and ripped them apart!
Fuck, all my teeth are gonna get knocked out!
I can't even get implants anymore!!!
Kudangtangtang! Tang! Tang!
What is this...?
No joke, my body automatically did a cartwheel, bounced off the floor a couple of times, and flew all the way to where the living room window was.
Crossing the living room from the kitchen entrance.
Crash-crash-crash!!!
Sharp glass shards from the shattered living room window poured down over my body, but I couldn't move an inch.
Just staying conscious right now was a miracle in itself.
If it were up to my feelings, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep right like this.
That way this pain would disappear.
My mace had embedded itself in its chest first, making the bastard's fist lose momentum, and thanks to clenching my teeth tightly in advance, my teeth didn't seem to be broken, but...
"It hurts..."
It hurt so much I wanted to cry out for Mom.
Fuck, tears are actually coming out at my age because it hurts....
But what happened to that bastard?
The mace was definitely driven deep into its chest... Don't tell me it's also one of those guys like other zombies that only die if you attack their head?
Please tell me it's not.
Jeobeok- jeobeok-
"Fuck..."
Curses burst out at the sound of its footsteps getting closer and closer.
Not daring to grit my teeth, I instead screwed up my face and struggled to my body up, staring at the approaching bastard as I raised my right hand.
Cheok!!
A middle finger raised with all my might.
"Eat shit, you fucking bastard!"
Turning my body right then, I sprinted out to the veranda and threw myself out the broken window, and at my sudden action, the bastard also hurled itself after me.
Seriously, why on earth is it chasing me to this extent?!
"Oppa!!!"
"Hajin-ssi!!"
"Ah......"
Minseo and Kwon Juha's shocked faces hanging from the downstairs railing, along with Kwon Juhyeok's dumb face, flashed past as I fell downward, with that vile monster bastard howling and plunging down right above me.
"Kuaaaaagh!!!"
"What the hell kind of bastard are you, seriously?!"
Teong!!!
"Ugh!!"
The moment the taut rope still wrapped around my waist bounced me, my body surged slightly upward, and the monster's snout dropped right in front of my eyes, close enough to see the throat of the monster with its mouth gaping open.
Grab!
Grab!!
I reached out my left hand and grabbed its jaw, and the monster tightly gripped my body, probably so it wouldn't fall from the 16th-floor height.
Fuck, if you were gonna do this, why'd you jump down in the first place!
Cook!!
"Aargh!!"
A sharp object poking into my solar plexus at that instant.
It was none other than the handle of the mace embedded in the monster's chest.
"Hehehehe..."
A laugh escaping like a madman in that instant.
I was holding onto its jaw with just my left hand, while the bastard was clutching my body tightly with both arms.
That meant my right hand was completely free.
Grab!
Ssuuk!!!
"Grrr..! Grrr!!!"
"You're dead, you bastard."
The monster was somehow trying to thrust its snout forward to bite me, but while barely holding it back with my trembling left hand, I raised the mace I had pulled out from its chest with all my might.
And then.
"Die!!!"
Kwajik!! Kwajik!! Kwajik!! Kwajik!!!
I slammed down the mace, which I was gripping somewhat short, without stopping at all.
No, I was keeping right on slamming it.
Until the bastard hanging from my body slipped and fell downward.
"Uwaaaaaah!!!"
Kwajik!!!
As I smashed the mace down one last time with a battle cry onto the monster's head, which was already reduced to about half its size,
Sseueuk-
the strength drained from the monster's two arms holding onto my body, and it began to slide off. Just in case, I shoved away the jaw I was gripping with all my strength and shook it off.
Kwang-ooong!!!!
The monster bastard lay sprawled out flat on a crushed car amidst a loud roar.
"Haa......"
Letting out a deep sigh of relief that slipped out on its own, I hung my body limply, relying on the rope for a moment to catch my breath....
Tuk- Tuk-
Opening my eyes that had been closed as my body gradually descended further, I blankly looked upward, and in my eyes came the sight of the door tied with the rope along with the railing protruding as if it was about to fall right off.
"What the fuck... Nothing is going my way at all!!!"
Tuk!! Tuk!! Teodeodeuk!!
Hwiririririk-