Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Average Age 6-Year-Old Survivor Group
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I have to help with this.
I undid my pants again and thrust my dick toward A-yoon.
💥 RUMBLE! 💥 KUGUGUNG───!!
The ground shook, and a deafening roar echoed.
Fuck.
Of all times, a monster now?
I quickly pulled my pants back up.
"Th-the kids!"
Do A-yoon shot up from her spot.
I thought she was totally lost in my dick. Guess not.
"I'll evacuate the kids! Hurry!"
A-yoon snapped to attention and dashed to the playroom where the children were.
At least wipe that pubic hair off your mouth first.
💥 RUMBLE! 💥 KUGWAKWANG───!!
The roaring continued nonstop. I couldn't see outside from here, but nine times out of ten, a monster was smashing the building.
Yeah. We'd survived safely for one night—that's pretty good. Time to move on.
First, I needed to look after the kids too.
"Waaah!!"
"Mommy...!"
Stepping into the playroom was pure chaos.
Crying kids everywhere, their calls for mom louder than the building crumbling around us.
⚙ ABILITY ACTIVATED ⚙ Keen Hearing has been activated. Was this why?
An ability that lets me hear nearby voices even clearer. I'd copied it from another kid earlier.
I'd left it on to eavesdrop on A-yoon's moans... Better turn it off for now.
⚙ ABILITY DEACTIVATED ⚙ Keen Hearing is not activated. "Wh-what about the kids? What do we do?"
"The building's shaking, so earthquake protocol—you know it? Tell them to hide under desks!"
"Got it! Kids! Under this table here!"
I'd said desks, but this was a daycare—no desks in sight.
Luckily, A-yoon got the idea and quickly set up some round tables.
They were low—would they work? But it was fine; the kids fit underneath perfectly.
I set up a few more tables, creating hidey-spaces for them. This way, even if something fell from above, they'd be safe.
If the building collapsed...
Fuck. Who knows then.
💥 RUMBLE! 💥 KUGUGUNG───!
💥 DEBRIS! 💥 HUDUDUDUK──!
We huddled like in an earthquake drill, waiting quietly for it to pass.
Concrete chunks rained down outside the window. Dust fell from the shaking ceiling onto my head.
The rooftop must be totally wrecked by now.
This place wasn't safe anymore.
"Wh-what do we... What do we do now?"
A-yoon's worried voice came from behind me. She was huddled under a table, hugging two kids tight.
They're probably suffocating. Her tits are smothering their faces.
"For now, we hold out here. Going out recklessly could be worse."
"Okay. And after...?"
"After that..."
I quickly recalled the Survival Game plot.
Like the protagonist, we'd have to head underground, right?
No subway here, but there should be connecting passages between buildings. I remembered one on B2 of the underground parking.
Still, dragging 42 kids around underground wouldn't be easy, even if it was safer.
What to do?
That's when it happened.
"Godfather...! Godfather...! Teacher Do A-yoon...! Are you there?"
A voice from outside made me and A-yoon exchange glances.
This voice...
"G-Ga-eun?"
"Yeah!"
I got up and hurried to the entrance.
The floor was still shaking, but it was manageable.
The doorway was blocked with debris, but there was just enough space for a person to squeeze through.
"Ga-eun?"
"Ah! Godfather! You're there? Th-thank goodness...!"
Beyond the rubble stood Gong Ga-eun, holding a large pay-by-weight trash bag.
"Get in quick!"
"Okay! Gr-give me a hand."
I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.
Her tits got caught a few times, but after a couple tries, she made it into the daycare.
"Thank goodness... You're alive, Godfather..."
"Save the greetings—hide first!"
💥 RUMBLE... 💥 KUGUGUGU...
About 20 minutes later, the shaking finally stopped.
The monster must have gone somewhere. I couldn't say for sure, but the building's sturdiness helped. Still, it didn't mean we were safe.
Me, Ga-eun, and A-yoon finally faced each other after catching our breath.
"...So the convenience store got destroyed?"
"Y-yes...! I was sleeping, and suddenly the ceiling caved in..."
"What about the others?"
Kim Soyoung, Lee Soi, and three more had been at the store—five total.
"Th-that's... Hana and the part-timer... They got crushed by the ceiling... They're gone..."
"Ah..."
I could guess the rest without asking.
A-yoon patted Ga-eun's back to comfort her.
"Wh-what about the others...?"
"W-well... We had to leave the store, but I couldn't abandon you, Godfather, Teacher A-yoon, and the kids..."
Ga-eun rambled on. Summing it up:
Kim Soyoung and Lee Soi wanted to ditch the kids and bolt.
Ga-eun insisted on taking us along.
In the end, Soyoung and Soi went off on their own.
"Where'd the two go?"
"I-I'm not sure... They ran outside toward another building..."
If they made it into another one, they'd probably be raiding its convenience store.
Of course, they might run into other survivors too. Whether that's good or bad, who knows.
No guarantee survivor groups would be friendly.
They could get kicked out, robbed, enslaved, or even killed.
It'd only been a full day since the apocalypse hit. Everyone knew law and order were gone.
People like me, driven by self-interest, definitely existed.
I'm similar, sure.
But I at least feed them. How nice of me.
"I-I brought as much as I could from the store. Food and... all sorts of stuff."
"All this?"
"Yeah... Figured we'd need it all later."
Two 100L pay-by-weight bags full.
How'd she drag this here while the building shook?
"Thanks. You did great."
I praised her sincerely, but honestly, everything from the store was duplicated and listed on the Trading Post already. No need to haul it like this.
Better not tell Ga-eun—she'd freak. Keep it quiet.
"This place is nice, though... Big rooms. Perfect for the kids..."
💥 RUMBLE! 💥 KUUUUNG──!
The ceiling shook again.
"...Not anymore."
"We were just about to escape anyway."
Any longer, and the building would collapse.
I explained the plan to the women.
"We're heading underground."
"Underground? Not outside?"
"...You want to go out there?"
Ga-eun shut her mouth when I shot back.
She knew better than anyone how dangerous outside was.
"B2 parking level—you know it's connected to the next building? There's a passage linking them."
"Oh... Yeah, I think I saw it when parking!"
Ga-eun nodded eagerly.
Come to think of it, she had a compact car at her age.
Me? No car—license gathering dust for over ten years.
"We can move between buildings that way. Parking lots are linked, so a bunch should be connected. It'll be dark, though."
"D-don't worry about light!"
Ga-eun rummaged in the trash bags.
She pulled out a small battery-powered flashlight.
Cheap, but better than nothing.
"Batteries too!"
"Good work, Ga-eun. This'll help a lot."
"Hehe..."
She scratched her head bashfully at the praise. Cute.
Of course, I'd duplicated these already, so not a big deal.
Still, just in case, I duplicated another and pocketed it.
"Ga-eun, you'll come underground with me... Teacher, what about you?"
"...Huh?"
"Coming along?"
A-yoon glanced at the kids.
"Of course...! Mister. I have to stick with you... To get... br-bread!"
Yeah, figured.
I thought she'd hate me after what I did, but she's more gung-ho than expected.
"And... you have to take responsibility."
"Huh?"
"N-nothing! Forget it."
She turned beet red and waved it off. What was that?
Doesn't matter now. Time to move.
I eyed Ga-eun's trash bags.
"Teacher, the kids have backpacks, right?"
"Ah... Yes!"
"Pack as much food and bulky stuff into the kids' bags as possible. We'll need their hands too if we want all this. Grab any backpacks here too."
"Y-yes! Right away."
"Ga-eun, help me sort the rest."
"...Okay!"
Lucky—the obedient ones stuck around. Things were going smoothly.
I'd considered ditching the kids, but scrapped it quick.
These two would've refused flat-out.
Plus, other reasons to bring them.
Underground, we'd likely run into survivor groups.
Unless they were total raiders, they couldn't turn away this many kids. They'd have to take them in, even reluctantly.
But 42 kids? That's a burden.
Meaning the group would depend on me sooner.
Like how A-yoon broke.
When that time comes,
the survivors would beg me, spreading their legs to survive.
"We'll leave as soon as we're ready."
"Yes!"
My real plan started now.