Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Another Irregular
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The next morning.
I woke up early, tidied up the girls who were still passed out in bed, and stepped out of the house.
Their naked bodies made me want to go at it again, but if I kept going here, it’d be no good for anyone.
So, with desperate self-control, I held back and headed out to the street.
“Still the same, huh.”
The streets were packed with zombies everywhere.
It had rained once in between, so all the blood that had stained the roads was washed clean away.
But the active zombies still filled the air with their rotting stench.
I walked down the street, activating Nameless for the first time in a while.
‘An hour at a leisurely pace should do it.’
The map showed about seven kilometers straight to Mastco from here.
Since I planned to follow the roads while scouting the surroundings, that seemed about right.
I’d check for survivor groups along the way, too.
Those high school punks who’d ambushed Yuri Sister.
The “school” they’d mentioned while dying stuck in my mind.
“Tsk.”
Just thinking about their faces pissed me off, so I vented by slicing the neck of a zombie passing by.
“Grroooaaar...”
Thud—
I kicked the rolling head far away.
Zombies had become such a non-issue I barely noticed the effort anymore.
With the sword path etched into my mind, swinging the machete cut through bone without a hint of resistance—they weren’t even a threat.
‘I’ve gotten way too strong.’
Zombies didn’t even register as zombies anymore.
The shock from day one was long gone; now they just looked like pebbles by the roadside.
It was a side effect of advancing past the basic Swordsmanship skill to Formal Swordsmanship.
My stats were sky-high, too.
‘Getting this strong from the start is what’s abnormal.’
Just a hunch, but...
The system was probably designed for grinding cheap skills like basic swordsmanship, scraping together points bit by bit to buy higher-tier ones and grow slowly.
And before even affording that first sword skill, you’d have to kill zombies bare-handed to earn points.
But thanks to starting with the munchkin skill Nameless, my growth speed and process were overwhelmingly fast, leading to this bizarre state.
In a situation like this, was there even anything left to make me tense?
‘Ajeol never even had common variants. Almost every incident involved humans.’
Two months in, when small survivor groups started raiding each other.
The sole survivor who came out intact was the “Seoul Union.”
And that Seoul Union was Ajeol’s final boss.
The protagonist fought them and won in the end, but Sua—the one who lasted to the finale—got pathetically killed by an arrow trap. That was the ending I remembered.
‘But a bunch of regular humans wouldn’t stand a chance against me as I keep growing...’
From the story’s descriptions, their best weapons were just bows and pistols looted from a police station, at most.
Rifles from military bases were monopolized by another group called the “Army.”
But even with the best guns, the Army fell apart from constant insubordination and got wiped out.
Serves ‘em right. The kind of army that treated soldiers like sons when healthy and strangers when sick deserved it.
Whatever. At this point, who knows—they’re all too busy surviving.
But one thing’s clear: pistols won’t touch me if I grow a bit more.
If push comes to shove, I can just go Nameless and stealth-kill them all. Not hard.
“Damn, I’m really fucking strong.”
The power to indulge my desires without restraint, selfishly as I please.
It almost made me think I was the one and only protagonist in this world.
I sent deep thanks to whoever gave me this system.
‘Tons of abandoned cars around here, as expected.’
I’d only been walking lightly for a bit.
After passing the bustling streets and residential areas, I reached the main road outside town—and there they were, roads clogged with ditched cars.
Minor collisions everywhere, some still flashing their tail lights.
And they all had one thing in common: doors wide open, left abandoned.
Of course, the main road was crawling with zombies.
‘Straight ahead, then veer right and keep going to Mastco.’
It was kilometers, but no need to zigzag around—nice and simple.
Nameless lasted about ten minutes now.
Thought about sprinting the whole way, but the cluttered road made it impossible, so I scrapped the idea.
“Smack... Whatever. No real rush.”
‘Walking’s boring, though... Hope I run into some survivors.’
Like that, I hopped lightly over the cars, pressing forward.
Along the way, for points, I’d hurl loose car parts at zombies or land on their heads to crush them.
Already racked up 70 points.
My total was pushing back into the 200s.
“They really boil up like maggots, these zombies.”
I’d killed around 800 by now, but Gyeonggi Province’s ten million population seemed to churn them out endlessly.
Twenty percent—two million—turned zombie in an instant at the start, spreading infection at breakneck speed.
No telling how many millions were shambling around just in this province.
‘It works out for me and my points, but this many is just nasty.’
I decided to think positive: a million-plus walking point piñatas.
With a bit of grumbling, I savored the crisp morning air and warm sunlight on my skin.
That’s when, mid-slice through a zombie vertically, something unnatural entered my vision.
‘...What the hell is that?’
How to even describe it.
Plenty of ways, but straight up, as it looked—
“A mountain of corpses...?”
A grotesque mound built from countless piled-up bodies.
Not quite a mountain—more like a small hill—but size wasn’t the point.
The problem was every corpse making it up was a blue-skinned zombie.
Completely transformed zombies, yet utterly motionless.
No twitch at all.
The sight, like they were pooling their power in one spot, sharpened my gaze.
‘Nothing like that in Ajeol... Another irregular, like me?’
My very existence proved the world wasn’t strictly following Ajeol.
So something like a precursor to variant zombies from other apocalypse webtoons? Not surprising at all.
I focused all my senses on the corpse mound.
And soon, I gave a wry smile and shook my head.
‘...Can’t touch that right now.’
My heightened stats had sharpened my instincts to a razor’s edge, and they were screaming.
If I approached now, I’d die for sure.
And even without instincts, it was obvious the mound was dangerous.
Something massive was forming inside.
My Magic Power stat had awakened senses that could detect that alien energy—clear as day.
Of course, with Nameless on, I’d be fine.
But with my current power, I couldn’t make a dent in that thing.
It’d take a full day just to kill a tiny fraction of the zombies there.
“The good news is it’s not moving a muscle.”
The corpse mound rivaled a fifteen-story building next to it.
Not hundreds or thousands.
At least ten thousand zombies piled up there.
So I could breathe easy knowing it showed zero signs of life.
‘Nothing happening for now, at least.’
But when enough time passed for it to stir... who knows what I’d do.
It could fuse into one colossal zombie, birth a insanely strong one from within, or spawn a legion of decently tough ones.
“Whatever it is, it’ll be seriously strong.”
On another level from zombies so far.
The power pulsing from the center right now already gave me goosebumps—no way it’s mediocre.
I could confidently say a true monster was coming.
So, was I scared?
‘Not a bit.’
Leaving it be would get all my women killed.
And I wouldn’t stand for that.
Plus—
‘I’ve got nowhere to unleash this pent-up power... Can’t pass up a worthy opponent.’
A clear goal.
A overwhelmingly powerful foe I’d surely lose to right now.
It reignited the fighting spirit that had gone dormant.
I’d keep growing anyway.
So I needed enemies like this to make it fun.
My mind already pictured my future self battling the monster born from within.
“Gotta hustle.”
I gripped the machete handle tight.