Chapter 10

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 10

Chapter Title: Prank of Fate (Why Are You Here?)

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As I closed the front door and stepped inside, the first things I saw were the bloodstains and pools of blood spread across the living room floor, along with a corpse lying on its back, staring up at the ceiling.

The body belonged to an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman in her mid-to-late forties.

Since Nameless was still active, I approached without worry.

'She looks pretty average. But her skin...'

Her skin had a slight bluish tint, suggesting someone had taken down the zombie she'd become.

Judging by the corpse's wounds—multiple deep gashes across the abdomen with entrails spilling out, and a kitchen knife embedded in her forehead—it was clear the killer had put up a desperate fight.

'Is this what they call grotesque?'

But that was it.

By now, I'd seen scenes like this more than ten times on my way here.

Even worse ones.

Plus, with my high Mental stat, I felt nothing but calm indifference.

Once dead as a zombie, it wouldn't rise again.

I turned my eyes from the harmless corpse and scanned the house.

'Pretty ordinary.'

It had the lived-in feel of a typical family home.

But now it was stained with blood, devoid of any warmth.

It might've just been my imagination, but the temperature even felt a bit lower.

"Footprints?"

As I drew closer to the corpse, I noticed red footprints around the circular pool of blood centered on the body.

I followed them with my gaze until they led to a firmly shut door.

'Is someone still alive in there?'

Blood smeared the doorknob, and there were only incoming prints—no outgoing ones. Someone was definitely inside.

I headed straight to the door and grabbed the handle.

Click, click.

Locked from the inside, as expected.

The moment I rattled the knob, I sensed movement within.

But no voice followed.

Frightened, maybe.

'If so, I'll have to break in.'

With Nameless's duration running short, persuasion wasn't an option. Force it was.

No need to hold back for anyone but Yuri Sister.

Still, communication was key.

She needed to see me, so I released Nameless, braced myself, and shoved the door hard.

Bang—!

"Kyaaah—!!!!!!!!"

The flimsy wooden door splintered at the lock, swinging open.

And there, I laid eyes on the source of the scream.

A room that screamed "woman's space."

A figure had collapsed to the floor, screaming—and my pupils dilated at the sight.

'No way... why are you here...?'

What kind of cosmic joke was this?

Black hair like flowing silk, reaching her waist.

Beautiful brown eyes that could draw anyone in.

Refined, feminine features that were elegantly stunning.

Not quite on Yuri Sister's level, but a body that could easily earn the "bagel" title.

Above all, those healthy, plump thighs that naturally stole the gaze more than Yuri Sister's.

Ajeol's final heroine, the one I'd wished happiness for—only to watch her die pointlessly to an arrow trap.

The girl whose thighs I'd wanted to touch more than her ample chest, earning her that infamous title.

My ultimate favorite, Lee Sua, sat huddled in the corner, looking up at me with tearful, terrified eyes.

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"Ah..."

For a moment, I just stared blankly at Lee Sua, frozen.

An unexpected encounter in an unexpected place.

My brain seemed to stall.

Even though she was 3D now instead of 2D, I somehow knew it was her.

Despite common Korean features—black hair, brown eyes—instinct kicked in the second I saw her.

Why? No idea.

But it didn't matter. What mattered was she was right here.

A tickle in my chest.

My favorite heroine, defenseless before me.

Fanboy admiration mixed with manly desire.

No restraints. Total freedom to indulge whenever. A smile crept across my face.

"Wh-who are you...?"

Her question broke the silence.

What to say?

Hope? Despair?

One hope was enough.

I'd already decided not to hold back for anyone but Yuri Sister.

One pure love was plenty.

'Obviously...'

"Ah."

But seeing her up close, the rising lust fizzled out.

Something just... deflated.

Blood crusted on her hands and feet, hair matted and sticky.

Blood-soaked black T-shirt and matching skirt.

Her beautiful face was untouched, but everything else was a mess.

Vibes-wise, hygiene-wise—it just wasn't doing it for me.

No power, no water—showers impossible.

'Such a shame...'

Part of me considered just raping her as is.

But no. She was Ajeol's heroine—stunning, rare, not some fast food to wolf down.

Beauties like her deserved to be savored slowly and deliciously.

'Gotta be a way.'

On a whim, I mentally summoned the system—alarms had been off until now.

A flood of text filled my vision.

Sound was off, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no audio assault, but the sheer volume made me dizzy anyway.

Still, skimming through, my eyes locked on the last one: [Point Shop].

'Shop means the standard system—buy skills or items with points.'

Excited, I clicked the new shop icon on the right side of the system window.

A shop window appeared over the system—ten slots wide, scrolling down for more.

Points up to 55 already. Crazy.

I briefly imagined dumping them all into Strength, pushing my already strong power to monster levels.

Just a thought, though.

'No wasting points.'

Stat dumpers were always extras in the webtoon.

True to form, it was a shop—more like an online store than a game.

Food, tools, weapons, clothes, furniture, vehicles—nearly anything imaginable, all for points.

Ridiculous: even that Titanic ship from the movie.

Prices? Insanely high.

Whatever the scaling, they escalated exponentially downward.

Each one screamed "point sink."

Wouldn't touch this until death's door.

'There it is. Skills.'

Categories existed. A few taps revealed the Skills tab.

It filtered to skills only.

Cheaper than items, relatively.

Still pricey for me.

Luckily, the one I needed was affordable.

Clicked it—no description. Effects post-purchase, apparently.

Nothing more to learn. Hit buy.

Ding~♪

The alarm chimed, message popped up.

Usage instructions for Clean flowed into my mind.

It purified a 1m radius around a target spot to pristine condition—impurities dissolving into light particles.

Like Nameless, activated by thought.

Perk of shop buys, it seemed.

"Convenient."

"Y-yes?"

Her fragile voice responded to my mutter.

Oh, right—in front of Lee Sua.

Bought it for her, then forgot she was there. What an idiot.

I closed the system and faced her.

Those huge breasts and bursting thighs.

A face that brought instant joy just to look at.

What a pretty, sexy woman.

Those round eyes pleading—stirring my desires.

'Soon, that pleading will turn to sobs and despair.'

For me, pure bliss.

Bright emotions rising, I grinned and finally spoke.

"Strip."

And activated Clean.

"Y-yes...? Wh-what do you mean? Wait... what is this?!"

She panicked at my sudden words, then freaked as light particles bloomed over her body, cleansing her in real time.

I gave her no time to think.

Cleaned myself too, shedding the grime, then shut the door and slowly approached.