Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: From Now On, You Have No Human Rights
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Crackle...
The aftermath of the explosion had gouged a shallow crater into the wall, chunks of stone crumbling away.
Inside the small crater in the concrete wall lay what looked like chunks of human flesh smeared with blood.
'I made it, but damn, it looks nasty.'
Frowning at the sight of his mental energy draining away in real time, he turned back around.
The survivors had gone pale as he turned to face them.
He could see them edging backward bit by bit as he approached slowly.
But they didn't dare run, fearing he might unleash that same explosion on them.
He didn't bother hiding his rising smirk at their monstrous gaze toward him.
"Alright, stragglers taken care of... Junsang."
"...Yes."
"Pick one."
"Pardon...? What do you...?"
"Pick a girl you like. She'll be your personal sex slave from now on."
As he pointed toward the group of young women who had survived, Junsang's pupils dilated sharply.
Before the fear toward him, some primal male instinct kicked in—a flicker of desire crossed his eyes.
Even pretending to be a good guy, he can't fight his lust after all.
Give 'em an opportunity like this, and they bite right away.
'Oh, right, almost forgot.'
"Hold on. Everyone except those two over there."
Saying that, he approached the young women staring at him in terror.
Even the survivors had made it only because of their youth.
The real gems were, naturally, few and far between.
He went straight to the two he'd eyed earlier and peered into their faces.
"Eek...!"
A woman with sleek black bobbed hair, modest volume but an athletic, healthy vibe like she worked out.
Sharp eyes and a fierce aura—she seemed the type to rough people up on the regular.
"Hiiik...?!"
And next to her, a timid-looking petite woman with glasses and long black hair.
Around 150 cm tall with a cute face.
Yet she had the bare minimum curves of an adult woman.
Above all, both had the best looks in the room—stunning beauties.
They followed quietly as he took their hands.
'Bob-cut was number 1, small one was 5.'
Perfect age too—they'd be fun to enjoy.
After bringing them over, he turned back to Junsang.
"Pick from the rest. You're their leader now, so consider this a reward for working hard. Just one."
Junsang, who'd been glued to the two women in his grasp, snapped to attention at the urging and scanned the young women.
He seemed interested in the bob-cut girl in his right hand but dropped it the moment their eyes met.
Smart—he'd be dead if he eyed what I'd claimed, usefulness be damned.
And at Junsang's display, a voice rose from the group of men.
"You're really gonna pick?! You piece of trash!"
"Junsang! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Fuck...! Mina!"
Mina?
At the name, he felt the bob-cut girl's hand twitch in his.
So this fierce bob-cut was Mina.
And the guy calling her name was that Kim uncle from the fight earlier.
Father and daughter, maybe?
Then Junsang's booming voice rang out.
"Shut up!"
One word silenced the growing clamor.
The people stared at Junsang in shock, fists clenched, shoulders trembling.
The big, reliable young man who'd mediated conflicts was gone.
All that remained was a snarling male telling off his critics.
"W-what do you know?! The world's already ended! Don't yap about this like it's a big deal!"
His rage echoed through the quiet space.
Until just now, facing him, his voice had spark—but now it dripped only fear and desire.
At his words, the people's resolve crumbled; even their accusations died on their lips.
The shock must be immense.
Obviously, Junsang had been their pillar holding them together.
Seeing him submit crushed the survivors with despair.
Plus, none were in fighting shape—they felt their own powerlessness keenly.
"Junsang's right. The world's ended, and we're back to basics. Leaders, nobles, commoners, slaves. Titles like that are coming back."
He released the two women's arms, crossed his own, and eyed his new former-modern slaves.
"And I'm proof. What could you do when the old ladies died earlier? Nothing. Because of the overwhelming power gap."
He clapped Junsang's broad, sturdy shoulder.
"In that sense, Junsang's the quickest to adapt in this new world. He recognized strength and bowed right away. That's why he's getting rewarded."
A world where the weak lose everything.
Where only the strong devour and own it all.
That was the zombie apocalypse.
The law of the jungle, nature's way.
"So adapt quick to the new world. Rebel or harm the group, and you won't die easy—either by my hand or zombie chow."
His low, warning growl made defiance vanish from their eyes.
Helpless humans instinctively ditch rights for safety, they say.
Their gazes shifting to proper submission satisfied him.
But groups aren't built on whips alone.
Whip needs a carrot.
He slid his hand from Junsang's shoulder to Mina's, groping her decent-sized breast.
"Hngh?!"
"Obey and please me, and you'll get rewards like Junsang. Food, women... or sex slaves."
Dozens of eyes locked on Mina—lip bitten, cheeks flushed with shame under his grasp.
Those gazes held male desire rising from mortal threat and powerlessness.
Only her father, Uncle Kim, chewed his lips bloody, swallowing tears of blood.
"Men with surviving wives can make sex slaves too. But grip 'em tight. No hesitation. No power, no rights. Value means nothing if you can't hold it—become property. Fight not to get discarded. That's your survival now."
Clap clap clap clap—!
Applause broke out as he finished.
Source: Junsang, first to submit.
His near-mad fervor startled everyone, but soon applause spread like contagion.
'More useful than I thought.'
No need for hand-holding—he knew his role.
Already their leader, his submission did half the work, yet he proved his worth proactively.
Even leveraged crowd psychology for applause.
This act uprooted any last rebellion in the slaves.
Except one.
Uncle Kim trembled, refusing to accept.
The shelter filled with applause for a while before fading.
He poked Junsang's back.
"Y-you called, sir?"
"Yeah. So when are you picking? Pick quick so I can move on."
"My apologies for dragging this out. Understood."
Now polite, Junsang headed to the women.
He picked the third prettiest—the next after his two.
Guy's got taste.
Though to his sky-high standards with Yuri-noona, Sua, and Hyejin, she'd be passable at best.
"Oppa Junsang...! You serious...?!"
"Quiet. You wanna rebel?"
They knew each other—she resisted his touch a bit, but his low growl tamed her quick.
Learning from my example.
Seeing Junsang already master dominance, he figured the guy had big things ahead.
'Secured brains to handle the group and a loyal underling... Time for the highlight?'
Grinning at the amusing scene ahead, he called Junsang, who eyed his new girl with lust.
"Junsang."
"Yes! M-master...? Uh, what should I call you?"
He caught the sour look at "master" and switched.
"'Master' from a guy sounds like shit. Call me Boss or Representative."
"Representative it is! What is it?"
"Fuck her right here."
"...Pardon?"
"Have sex. Right in front of these waiting slaves, blatantly. Your body's decent—no need to be shy."
This was the furniture safe zone—beds everywhere.
A queen-size right nearby.
Pointing there, Junsang looked flustered.
"What, don't wanna?"
"N-no, sir! I'll do it. Sex!"
"Kyaaak?!!"
At the retort, he startled, then dragged his chosen sex slave to the bed.
Not hating it—his pants already bulged.
Though mine was bigger.