Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Milf World
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“He’s gonna die.”
I calmly spoke of the man’s death.
Of course, it wasn’t 100% certain.
The guy down there, with not much time left, might have a System like me.
But if he did, he wouldn’t be hiding like that—he’d be hunting zombies like I am.
Guess I really am the only one who awakened the System.
Yuri Sister, Sua, and now this guy—none of them have it. I could declare it with certainty.
I’m the only one in this world who awakened the System.
This power belongs to me alone, so it was reassuring in every way.
So why not help him out?
I pondered it.
I could save him, no problem.
My stats were boosted, and I had about ten minutes left on Nameless. If I wanted to, it’d be easy.
But did I really need to bother?
Not a woman, just some guy?
Even if it were a girl, if her face and figure didn’t appeal to me, I wouldn’t save her. No obligation to rescue a full-grown high school dude.
Besides, if guys like him are around, how could I monopolize the women?
I knew I was trash for thinking this way, but ever since the apocalypse hit and the System came to me, I’d decided to live selfishly.
I’d already raped someone—what was the point of pretending now?
Just as I decided to let him live or die and go my own way...
...This feels familiar.
Watching his desperate movements sparked a sudden thought.
A high school guy desperately scavenging food in a zombie apocalypse world.
Those characters usually did it for a big sister, little sister, or comrades.
And those people always had stunning looks.
The classic cliché.
What if this guy was national rule standard too? That’s why I stopped in my tracks.
Whatever, he’ll die soon anyway.
Interest sparked where there’d been none.
I still didn’t care about the guy, but his potential companions? Now that piqued my curiosity.
If there were none, oh well. If there were, I’d check them out and decide.
Plus, I needed to scout how other survivors were faring.
With reason now to save him, I eyed the eight minutes left on Nameless and moved.
Just clear the zombies around him, simple.
No need to show myself.
Like I said, zero interest in the guy.
Tailing him stealthily with Nameless suited me fine.
About thirty zombies prowled the restaurant street.
Now, a light swing of my machete could smash their heads.
Eight minutes or so?
More than enough.
I gripped the machete and swung horizontally at the zombie right beside me.
Kwazig—!!
What used to take a full-force overhead chop to mush now crumpled and flew off from a casual swing.
No technique, just brute force ripping the neck.
Didn’t look pretty, but it let me feel my boosted strength firsthand.
Before Nameless ran out, I blew all the zombies’ heads clean off. Then, with fifteen minutes of cooldown ahead, I waited in the butcher shop, watching the guy bustle about.
Points rack up fast.
Nothing else to do while waiting, so I tallied points earned since morning.
Forty points.
From a quick morning hunt and just now.
Enough for that magic skill I’d planned to scam into yesterday.
Buy it now?
...Nah. Who knows what’ll happen? Better save up. Plenty of time to think.
Tempting fantasy aside, wasting points on non-essentials wasn’t efficient. I held back.
Skills came in every unimaginable variety. At this early stage, hoarding points for on-the-spot buys handled any situation.
Nothing worse than point shortage causing regret or despair.
There he is.
Just then, the guy emerged from the butcher shop, arms loaded with gear.
Nameless cooldown had just ended, so I activated it again and followed.
Nothing eventful on the tail.
He took forever, super cautious to avoid zombie detection—couldn’t guarantee his life if spotted. That slowness was a blessing; no way I’d lose him during cooldown.
Still, lurking hidden for fifteen minutes straight risked it, so first time walking openly without Nameless.
Boosted stats let me climb poles, traverse railings on building walls—parkour I’d never learned, but body ability made it possible.
Agility probably included physical control bonuses.
Better not face zombies head-on unless necessary.
Risky, sure, but worse: one spotting you draws the whole pack. Annoying as hell.
After two more Nameless cycles—ten minutes flat solo—we reached a building.
An apartment, about twenty floors, three units per floor—old and worn.
I slipped into Building 101 behind him.
He bolted straight for the stairs.
Stopped climbing at the tenth-floor marker.
Apartment... and high up like this?
People always fell for that delusion.
Outside’s dangerous? High, sealed apartments are safe.
Fine for short-term shelter, but if survival’s the goal, fleeing to an apartment was never smart.
Zombies breach lower floors? Everything above’s isolated—no rooftop farms like other spots.
No infrastructure means no heating, cooling, sanitation—nothing vital for life.
Closed-off nature: hard to retake zombie zones, blind spots galore inside.
Only pro? Psychological comfort.
That’s apartments in an apocalypse. All learned from Ajeol.
Webtoon knowledge comes in handy in so many ways.
Guess that’s why they say read more books.
He punched in the door lock—beep beep beep beep—and entered.
“I’m home.”
[Welcome back~.]
Door cracked open, a calm woman’s voice faintly drifted out.
Between the gap, a breathtakingly beautiful woman appeared.
Holy shit, for real?
Classic Korean beauty: black hair, black eyes.
Slightly droopy eyes, beauty mark on her right cheek—perfect accents.
Her chest could rival Yuri Sister’s.
But above all, an aura of maternal allure mismatched to her youthful face—late twenties tops.
Jackpot.
The guy entered, greeted warmly.
Too bad I couldn’t follow; gap too narrow, and he slammed it shut, zombie-aware. No room to squeeze in.
But I didn’t mind.
Still dazed, accepting my hunch was spot-on.
And I’d memorized the code.
040205... Six digits, easy.
I plopped on the stairs, deactivated Nameless with under a minute left.
Worth the tail.
A true jackpot woman.
Milf-type character, distinct from Yuri Sister and Sua—perfect new slave material.
Clichés earn their name for a reason.
So, what now...
Time to move for her.
Easy path: kill the guy, make her dependent on me.
Apocalypse norm—women alone just await death.
She didn’t seem mentally tough; easy to hook.
His life was mine anyway, since I saved it.
Taking back a gift? Fair trade for extending it. Big donation, even.
But she couldn’t know I killed him.
Hostility guaranteed, and with Enslave cooldown at 29 days, pure hassle.
Hard path: befriend guy, build rapport, get invited in, ease closer over time.
Too hard, too annoying—pass.
Easy path exists; no need for hard.
Morals gone in this world—if killing’s convenient for humans, why not choose it?
No doubt: no reason not to.
So, kill him undetected—use zombies. Best in front of her.
Crush her hope, offer salvation.
Basic human domination mechanism.