Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Home
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Before I could fully savor that cozy, tickling warmth, I was back in the stark gray world.
A world teeming with countless corpses and monstrous zombies.
'Did I really just spend three hours on sex...?'
It hadn't been long since I set out in the morning, yet the sun was already high overhead.
Suddenly, a dull ache settled into my lower back.
The fatigue I'd forgotten amid the adrenaline rush was creeping back in.
"Ngh...!"
To loosen up my sore body from the intense workout, I stretched my arms out long.
Now, where to next?
For safety's sake, I activated Nameless and pondered what to do.
'Raid another house, maybe?'
My first option: resupply.
But soon enough, I wondered if it was really necessary.
I could always swing by whenever I needed food or daily necessities.
With electricity still on, nothing in the fridges would spoil anyway.
This wasn't a desperate scramble for supplies, so looting dropped down the priority list.
"Guess that leaves hunting, then."
Lee Sua had been a brief detour, but my original goal for heading out today was zombie hunting anyway. Time to stick to the plan.
A cute slave girl flashed in my mind, nearly stirring my dick back to life, but I calmed it down, grabbed my machete, and stepped into the street.
The moment I did, a thick stench of blood and an indescribable foul odor assaulted my nose.
'Ugh... Maybe I should grab some nose plugs. My nose is gonna rot at this rate.'
At least I didn't have to worry about the smell of rotting corpses.
Instead, the zombies they'd turned into filled the streets, making the blood reek unavoidable.
Oh, but when I kill zombies, they turn back into corpses and start rotting, right?
So yeah, rotting corpse smell is coming too.
Lost in such idle thoughts, I eyed the zombies shambling down the street.
Thanks to Nameless, they still couldn't detect me.
They wandered aimlessly, pointless movements as they waited for prey. I raised my machete toward them.
'My swings feel smoother now. Let's just farm enough points to cover what I spent earlier.'
I brought the machete down on a zombie's head.
Kwachuk—!!
A clean overhead chop.
The zombie's head crumpled, a bit of blood splattering out.
I shook the blood off the blade and slammed it down on the next one's skull.
Like clockwork, I spent a good long while crushing zombie heads.
Even simple overhead swings took effort, so when my arms went numb, I'd rest. When Nameless timed out, I'd duck into a nearby house and wait out the cooldown.
Then reactivate Nameless, head back out, and repeat the process.
One hour, two, three...
I started around noon, and before I knew it, the sky was turning red.
Even mindless work like this piled up fatigue after so long.
For someone hunting zombies risk-free and effortlessly, it was a luxurious complaint, but it was time to call it.
Kwachuk—
"That's enough for today."
After crushing the last zombie's head, I massaged my aching arms from the hard labor.
Behind me, countless headless zombie corpses stained the street red.
The darkening streets posed risks, and who knew what might happen, so I decided to head home.
'This is weird, though. I've killed so many by now—the numbers should be thinning out.'
Things sped up as I got the hang of it; I'd taken down at least a hundred street zombies easy.
The machete blade—supposedly tough—had noticeable wear, which said it all.
Yet this quiet neighborhood, with its low population, was still crawling with zombies at the same density as this morning.
I'd half-hoped clearing this area would let me bring Sua along someday, but no way—not like this.
Unless zombies were respawning somewhere, this was impossible.
'Zombies respawning...'
On my way back to the house where Yuri Sister waited, I mulled over nearby spots with lots of people—places vulnerable to outbreaks.
Of course, I didn't forget to smash the occasional zombie skull along the way.
'Oh yeah, don't I have a title?'
The thought hit me, so I called up the system.
⮕ Zombie Skull Basher
A title granted to one who has smashed countless zombie skulls.
Attack power increases by 10% when striking a zombie's head.
'No wonder they crumpled easier than yesterday.'
The title's attack boost must've been it.
With that question settled, I returned to my main train of thought.
A crowded place that could get wiped out instantly by zombies.
And within half a day's walk for slow-moving zombies.
As I pondered spots matching those criteria nearby, one came to mind.
Always packed with shoppers, high foot traffic.
A place that could turn into pandemonium in seconds, spawning hordes of zombies—and just a 30-minute walk away.
'The market, right?'
A market drawing crowds from this quiet neighborhood and beyond, not far at all.
How had I not thought of it sooner? So obvious, so commonplace.
Zombies spilling from the market explained everything perfectly.
The outbreak hit yesterday—Sunday.
A Sunday midday market would've been swarming with people of all ages, naturally breeding zombies like maggots.
Imagining the market overrun sent chills down my spine—no hellscape worse.
'Everyone there probably got wiped out ages ago.'
Straddling neighborhoods, drawing huge crowds—and an old market with no tall buildings for hiding or evacuating.
Just two entrances, too. No easy escape from zombies.
Picturing the chaos right after the outbreak there—even with Nameless making me zombie-proof—I wanted no part of it.
'Supplies are fine until Mastco anyway. No need to stir up trouble.'
Farming points just patrolling alleys and streets was plenty sufficient.
I swore to myself: never hit the market for points.
And with that resolve...
I arrived home, where Yuri Sister waited.
"I'm back."
"Yuseong! Welcome home!"
Opening the fourth-floor door, Yuri Sister greeted me with a bright smile.
Like she'd been waiting just for me, she looked up with an invisible tail wagging furiously like a puppy.
Her healing presence lifted my lips into a grin effortlessly.
'This is a big sis type? She's basically a pet dog... She's six years older than me—why's she so damn cute?'
What an amazing sister.
I stepped into the pink space, welcomed warmly by her.
Entering the cozy room instantly melted away the gray world's stress.
Nothing special about the space itself, but with her there, even the ordinary felt extraordinary.
'Is this what family warmth feels like?'
A place where someone waits for you.
A place you return to.
Something I'd never known—not even the faint echo from Grandma, who'd helped me before.
It filled the void in my heart.
I'd acted fine, but deep down, this was what I'd craved.
I hung the machete—pre-cleaned with Clean—on the umbrella rack by the door and flopped my tired body onto the living room sofa.
Yuri Sister followed and plopped down beside my sprawled form.
Her jiggling massive tits, stealing my gaze through it all, were a bonus.
"You must be exhausted. Good work out there."
"Thanks."
With her kind voice and smile praising me, she helped slip off my outer clothes.
Accepting her gentle touch felt so natural. Suddenly, she reminded me of a devoted wife caring for her husband home from work.
Never even dated, let alone married—and here I was skipping straight to this luxury.
One thing was sure: without the apocalypse, I'd never have known this bliss.
'Apocalypse best...'
"Want some water? You must be tired."
I nodded.
She hopped up at once, and soon a cool glass was in my hand.
I chugged it and leaned back into the sofa.
Closing my eyes, I melted into it.
She knew I was beat, so she sat quietly beside me, gazing with a soft smile for a while.
About ten minutes later...
I opened my eyes and met hers, still watching me.
"Feeling better now?"
"Hoo... Yeah. Sorry for crashing the second I got here."
"No worries~ Gotta take care of you after all that hard work outside."
She shook her head with a beaming smile at my words.
Laughing along at her saintly vibe, I suddenly noticed she looked a bit grimy.
No running water meant no baths—of course she'd be dirty, but still.
Couldn't just let that slide.
'No need to hide it anyway.'
"Yuri Sister, mind giving me your hand?"
"My hand? Here."
She offered it right away at my request.
Our closeness really showed as I took her hand and cast Clean on her body.
"Eh?!"
In an instant, white light enveloped her entirely, followed by a whoosh of sparkles as she became spotless.
Blinking away from the sudden glow, Yuri Sister's eyes widened at the change in her body.