Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: They Met
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"Moving?"
"Yeah, after what happened yesterday, and with the first-floor door completely busted open, this place doesn't feel safe anymore. I think we need to relocate our base to somewhere more secure."
Mentioning yesterday's events made Yuri Sister's face cloud over for a moment, but she quickly perked up and replied with a bright smile.
"Hmm... Yuseong's got a point. This building's security was always a weak spot, and now it's even worse. We can't let something like yesterday happen again."
"Exactly. And you're not on your own anymore, right?"
"Yeah♡ I'm all yours, Yuseong."
As she said that, Yuri Sister propped her elbows on the table, cupped her face in her hands like a flower bud, and rested her chin there.
Her cute pose made me chuckle.
She knows she's pretty.
"Anyway, I already have a spot in mind for our new base."
"Oh? Where?"
"It's a villa building just before the commercial district. It's got a fence around it, and I already cleared out some zombies nearby."
"... Ah, that place? Where all the villas are clustered together."
"Yeah. So, you okay with that? You'll be up close with zombies and all."
"Hmm... Yeah, it'll be fine. After everything we've been through, I think I can handle it."
Fair enough. She'd already endured some major shocks, so her tolerance must have shot up.
Still, the thought of those filthy memories lingering in her mind left me feeling uneasy and annoyed at the same time.
I'll make damn sure nothing like that ever happens again.
As if sensing my resolve, Yuri Sister came over and wrapped my face in her chest, offering comfort. It lifted my spirits and filled me with gratitude toward her.
With our destination set and moods lifted, we dug into breakfast feeling satisfied and got started on the real move.
That's when Yuri Sister asked me,
"But even if we can break through the zombies thanks to your strength, what about all our stuff? Do we have to carry it piece by piece...?"
She asked with a hint of worry about the danger, but I just shook my head.
"No need. We can do it like this."
I reached out toward the stockpile of supplies I'd gathered on Doomsday's first day.
At the same time, I activated the ability in my mind the way the system had shown me.
'Inventory'
With a pop, the supplies vanished without a trace.
Yuri Sister stared at me in shock.
"What?! How did you do that?"
"You ever play games? Like Minecraft or RPGs."
"Yeah, I have. When I was younger."
"Just think of it like the inventory in those games."
"Whoa... I'm realizing it all over again, but my boyfriend is way too capable..."
"No rewards for flattery. Anyway, let's hurry and pack. We need to grab everything from upstairs too. I already cleared it out yesterday, so no worries."
"Got it! I'll get right on it!"
With a cheerful reply, Yuri Sister headed up to the fourth floor.
I watched her go for a moment, then started stashing the supplies piled up in the inner room into my inventory one by one.
This inventory thing wasn't a skill.
It was a built-in system function—like a convenience feature.
Up until now, it had been locked, so I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked. But yesterday, it unlocked with a notification.
《Conditions met. System Inventory function unlocked.》
《First kill achieved. Conditions met. Acquired [Murder Newbie] title. Title bonus: +1 additional point.》
That notification popped up right after I killed those guys who turned into zombies post-torture yesterday.
No doubt about it—the inventory unlocked precisely when I committed my first murder.
A function that unlocks via murder? Kinda creepy.
Well, whatever. They turned into zombies, but since I caused it, it counted as murder, I guess.
I hadn't meant to rack up my first kill like that, but it didn't faze me much.
More importantly, does killing humans not give points?
I got 1 point since they were zombies by then, but I couldn't tell if it was from the zombies or the murder.
Need to test that properly later.
For the record, the [Murder Newbie] title had no effects.
Probably no bonus for newbies.
Back to the point: the inventory's functions were straightforward but insanely useful.
I could store and carry items up to a weight proportional to the sum of my Strength and Stamina stats, just like in games.
And no limits on types or quantities.
10kg per stat point, so with Strength 50 and Stamina 30, my total capacity was 800kg.
Plenty for our stockpiled supplies and both our clothes.
Oh, and my points are at 73 now.
Not bad.
"Nothing I need right this second, though."
Unless something comes up, I'll probably just keep saving them for a while.
After packing up everything in my place—including clothes—I headed upstairs, where a ton of luggage greeted me in the fourth-floor living room.
"... You packing up the whole house?"
"Hehe... I meant to grab just the essentials, but..."
Anyone would think we were really moving.
Though looking at it, everything was useful.
Microwave and other appliances that'd come in handy.
But her place already has those.
No helping it—I went through and picked only the non-duplicates, stashing them in my inventory.
Spotted some of her sexy lingerie along the way. Gotta make her wear that later.
With everything packed, we headed down to the first floor.
Sharp glass shards scattered across the floor.
"Watch your step."
"Yeah..."
'Oh right, didn't clean up the zombie bodies from yesterday.'
As we reached the first floor, ten mangled corpses came into view in front of the parking lot.
Blood pooled on the ground, and flies were already buzzing around, drawn by the stench.
'Good thing zombie corpses don't attract more zombies. But it might bother Yuri Sister.'
I glanced at her, but instead of flinching, she stared at the bodies with a determined look, like she was conquering her fears.
Her eyes wavered a bit, but I could feel her desperate resolve.
That's my Yuri Sister.
She's not about to be some fragile burden I have to protect.
That's why I love this woman.
"Shall we go?"
"... Yeah!"
With her firm, worry-free reply, I grabbed my machete, and we set off for the villa.
Sure enough, without Nameless active, the zombie apocalypse streets are anything but pleasant.
Zombies swarmed instantly, sniffing out human scent.
I'd cleared them yesterday, but they respawned fast—five or six charging at once.
But streets like this were a breeze for me now, zombies or no.
Crunch—!!
A zombie's head sliced clean horizontally, crumpling to the ground.
Tenth one already.
I usually kept Nameless on, so I hadn't realized just how many lurked around.
"Sister, you're good to come out now."
"Got it. Great job again, Yuseong..."
I fetched Yuri Sister from her hiding spot in a nearby car for safety, thinking to myself.
Not just today—maybe I could try massacring zombies without Nameless sometime.
My stats were stacked, no bite worries, so preemptive sweeps made sense.
Of course, even I die if bitten, so I wouldn't take needless risks.
Without any real danger (to me), we protected Yuri Sister all the way and arrived at Sua's villa.
Bonus: Yuri Sister's eyes sparkled at me the whole time.
The villa remained secure behind its fence, zombie-free.
Still vulnerable to humans, but safer than our old place.
'Didn't warn her we were coming. Hope it's cool.'
A bit worried about Sua's reaction inside, but figuring it'd be fine, I led Yuri Sister into the building.
"This place is great."
"Right? The rooms are pretty spacious too, super versatile."
We chatted as we reached the door.
By then, she'd probably heard my voice—movement stirred inside.
Yuri Sister noticed too, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.
"Huh...? Yuseong, is someone still living here?"
"Oh, about that—"
But before I could explain, the front door swung open first.
Whoosh—
"Master, you're back...?"
Sua peeked out to greet me, then slowly shifted her gaze to Yuri Sister, her voice trailing up.
She was clearly simulating scenarios in her head to figure out the situation.
Yuri Sister looked just as flustered.
"Master? Yuseong, what does that mean...?"
Her question came not in a sharp tone, but genuine confusion.
My slave and my girlfriend had met.
Headache incoming, but this unavoidable clash was bound to happen eventually. Might as well rip the band-aid off.
'Alright. Now what?'
Truth is, I hadn't planned past this point.