Chapter 46

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 46

Chapter Title: Magic

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The sun had climbed high into the midday sky.

I figured ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was about time to get moving, so I rose from the bed.

"Master...?"

"Let's go. You get ready too."

Where to, she seemed to wonder, staring at me with that puzzled look on her face. But Hyejin soon climbed out of bed after me.

Her massive tits and ass jiggled with the motion.

I couldn't resist—I grabbed those huge breasts and kneaded them right away.

"Nngh?!"

"Hold still."

Touching her chest made me want to grope her ass too, so I pulled her close and hugged her tight.

I toyed with her soft, yielding tits while stroking her ass with my other hand.

It was pure bliss watching her react to every little touch.

'Even after all that, it never gets old.'

Twenty hours straight without letting go of her—and yet.

Her breasts still changed shape so perfectly under my fingers, and that big, grippable ass felt just as good as ever.

Of course, I had no intention of going all the way, so my hands never strayed to her pussy.

Hyejin seemed to sense that, staying obedient as I played with her tits and ass, never grinding against my cock or anything.

I finally let her go and started picking up my discarded clothes to get dressed.

"You too—put on some clothes and pack your stuff."

"Pack?"

"Yeah. We're not staying here forever, right? No need to explain why, you get it."

"...Yes. I'll get ready right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠away."

She must've remembered how her son died at my words.

Her face fell for a moment before she headed to what looked like a closet room.

I watched her go, then wandered the house while she packed, checking for anything worth taking.

'Not much here.'

The kitchen cabinets had some food, but that was it.

Appliances? The other house was overflowing with them.

After scoping out the kitchen, I headed to the closet room where Hyejin was.

"How's it going? All done?"

"Ah, yes. I organized my clothes last month, so not much to pack."

True enough, the pile of clothes in front of her was surprisingly small for a 33-year-old milf.

Did she live frugally? Or maybe no time to fuss with a kid around.

Whatever—clothes were easy to grab from any store.

I didn't think much of it and reached out, storing all her clothes in my inventory.

Hyejin's eyes went wide at the sight.

"The clothes... vanished?"

"It's like my Clean ability. Makes storing and moving stuff a breeze."

"Wow... Master, you're amazing."

"That's why you gotta stick with me. As my slave, you'll survive safely in this world."

"Master... can you hug me just once?"

"Come here."

I opened my arms, and she slipped right in.

She pressed her tits firmly against me, gazing up with that pretty face.

"I'll do my best, Master♡"

"...You sure you're not a fox spirit?"

"Me? Never~."

For a second there, she had that enchanting, fox-like vibe.

A bit mercenary in her motives, sure—but her promise to behave sealed it. I nodded.

We parted soon after, did one last sweep for anything useful, and left the house.

"Don't you dare stray from me."

"Yes...!"

Her voice rang with resolve, but those trembling legs told another story.

The world outside was still a nightmare for most folks since the zombie outbreak.

I kept a close eye on shaky Hyejin as we descended the stairs.

Her face soured at the zombie corpses littering the apartment stairs, but she followed, legs quivering, as I held her hand.

We reached the first floor.

The apartment complex crawled with zombies.

Too dense to sneak Hyejin past without drawing eyes.

"Yeah, a lot of 'em."

Hyejin's already pale face drained to ashen at the swarming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠horde.

"What do we do...?"

"What else? Clear 'em out. Wait here."

"B-Be careful...!"

"Got it."

Not really dangerous for me, but her cheer gave me that extra fire.

Was gonna use Nameless to wipe them stealthily, but time to test my edge without it.

Oh yeah—how many points I got banked?

'System.'

It'd been ages since I last checked my status.

'326, huh? Nice haul from a week's hunting.'

And still zombies crawling the streets—impressive resilience.

'Better pump Endurance just in case.'

No need with Nameless, but raw combat without stealth? Better safe.

Grazes could hurt, after all.

I dumped everything but skill points into stats.

Strength, Agility, Stamina, Endurance—all capped at 70. Tweaked Magic Power to a clean 40.

190 points poured in, flooding my body with raw power.

Endurance especially—the biggest jump hit hard.

'Body feels rock-solid now.'

Skin felt normal to the touch, but tapping it with the machete blade from my inventory rang like striking metal.

Fantasy logic: boosts kicked in only against threats.

'Makes sense. Constant rigidity would block shots, surgery—hell, everyday life would suck.'

Convenient as hell. Satisfied, I closed status and opened the skill shop.

Skills to buy? Decided long ago—no hesitation as I tapped.

Four skills bought.

Or two, technically?

Inventory only added Elementary Magic and Basic Swordsmanship.

'Tech tree style—gotta climb from the bottom.'

Found out the hard way: higher skills grayed out until prerequisites bought.

Like when I tried jumping straight to Advanced Magic and the button wouldn't budge.

Anyway, purchases done.

Knowledge flooded my mind naturally, like I'd always known it.

'Magic channels mana like this? Kinda obvious now—why didn't I see it before?'

Not that I'd ever figure it out without the skill implant.

Mana cycled cleanly through my body. I clenched and unclenched my fist.

Mana particles shimmered from my hand.

I shaped them as the knowledge guided—forming a magic circle instantly.

Whoosh—!

Elementary Magic: Fireball.

The flaming orb hovering over my hand was bigger than expected.

'Soccer ball size?'

Yet holding raw fire, it felt cool—no heat at all.

Born of my mana, harmless to its master.

I thrust my hand forward and triggered the shot.

——!

Silent as a whisper, the fireball streaked ahead.

Catchable speed, dead-straight trajectory through the air.

It slammed into a nearby zombie.

Boom—!

"Kuaaaargh...!!"

Detonation on impact.

Blast radius about human-sized.

Enough to swallow one zombie whole in flames.

The corpse-thing ignited instantly, thrashing on the ground in agony, screeching.

I watched, appraising the new skill.

'Damn, that's good. Costs about 1 MP—39 more shots easy. One-zombie-per-shot? Killer efficiency.'

And that wasn't all.

I gripped my machete tight and strode toward the zombie pack.

Only tested one spell so far.

Excitement building already.