Chapter 95
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Zombie
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GRRAAAHHH!!
The moment I closed the entrance and stepped forward just a bit, zombies that felt like I hadn't seen in ages welcomed me.
I'd killed a ton of them just yesterday, but strangely, they always felt fresh every time.
'How can these fuckers be so goddamn shitty every single time.'
This stench of blood, rotting corpses, and their repulsive appearance—it seemed like no amount of time would ever let me get used to it.
It's been well over a month since the world turned into an apocalypse, so you'd think I'd be accustomed by now.
'Maybe it's because I've only been staring at pretty things.'
Just thinking about my girlfriend and cherished slaves—girls so hot blood rushes straight to my dick—made the gap with these things in my sight feel all too understandable.
Shaking off those idle thoughts, I pulled a long sword from my inventory.
Even without any maintenance (I didn't know how anyway), its razor-sharp blade still gleamed fiercely.
It was a shop-bought item that had cost a fortune in points, and it was proving every bit worth it.
I pointed the sword forward.
Squish—
"Grrruuugh...!!"
"Coming right at me to die, huh."
The neck of the zombie charging at me pierced straight through.
I put force into the blade, ripping its throat out bones and all, and zombies along the sword's path collapsed around it.
"Zombies are fully rotted through now, huh."
Thud, plop—
Probably because only zombies with completely congealed blood inside were left, no fountains of blood sprayed even when I severed necks.
I swung the dark, clotted blade to shake it off, then activated 《Nameless》.
《Nameless》
Stealth effect engaged. Existence severed from the world.
An incomprehensible vibration that didn't form any sound cut me off from the world.
The sensation of my very existence vanishing completely.
I always felt it, but it was such a bizarre skill.
Beyond the intangible veil, the zombies charging at me froze in place as their prey disappeared.
They twisted their heads this way and that, searching for the vanished target, and I approached, swinging my sword loosely at the nearest ones to cut them down.
Slash—
Slash—
The space that had been filled with the zombies' disgusting groans just moments ago now echoed only with the sharp sounds of blades severing necks.
Their comrades dropped one by one to an unseen assailant, but they paid it no mind, still hunting for me after my sudden disappearance.
I gazed at them pitifully and pressed forward.
Now it was just like swatting mosquitoes milling about.
Harmless is fine, but they needed to be reasonably harmless.
'That's why lately, there's no tension anymore.'
On the first day, my heart had pounded the second I spotted a zombie.
Thinking how much I'd changed, I cut through zombies and soon reached the escalator connecting to the first floor.
"Grrruuugh—!!"
"Grraaaahh..."
"Grrlllrr."
An overwhelming number of zombies, worlds apart from the second floor.
The second floor had been mostly furniture sections, capping at a few thousand, but down there was easily over ten thousand in total.
A weekend at a massive warehouse mart like Martco drew crowds like that.
'And the basement's a grocery store, so even more, right?'
A dizzying sea of people already.
And now I had to dive into it.
A flicker of annoyance rose, and I absentmindedly crushed the head of a zombie standing nearby with my hand.
Squish—!!
I cast 《Clean》 on my filthy hand and pulled a shotgun from my inventory.
"Hoo... Let's just wrap this up quick."
Yeah, if I couldn't avoid it, best to end it fast.
Today's a three-hour grind, Sua.
Long sword in my right hand.
Shotgun in my left.
Destination: not the first floor, but the basement.
Gripping the mismatched weapons tightly, I reminded myself of the goal and hurled my body downward.
Just before landing, I aimed the shotgun down and pulled the trigger.
Bang—!!
Not birdshot, but buckshot—it pulped the zombies at my landing spot beyond recognition.
The instant I hit the ground, I spun once, slashing the surroundings.
Necks, limbs—whatever I swung at split their bodies in half, zombies crumpling to the floor.
《Nameless》 still had time left, so they hadn't noticed me yet.
'Push through as fast as possible.'
Even so, with over half its duration—fifteen minutes—already burned, I didn't stop and charged ahead.
Ka-chunk—
Bang—!!
To maximize 《Nameless》, I ignored ammo waste and fired wildly.
Each deafening blast that threatened to rupture eardrums didn't just drop zombies—they shredded them into nothingness.
Close-range ones had torsos and legs severed, turning into zombie chunks.
First floor: appliances, daily necessities.
Basement 1: groceries and liquor.
Escalators were at opposite ends of each floor to make customers loop around and see more goods.
So the crowd here was at least double the second floor, and I had to bulldoze through with my body.
Dozens of zombies went down in seconds.
But the gap filled right back up with more.
"Tch..."
I carved paths forward, but progress was painfully slow.
Like digging in quicksand.
No way I could risk a big explosion here amid electronics—who knew what kind of blast it'd cause indoors.
And my attribute was fire, of all things.
Wind would've been nice, but I shoved the thought aside and faced reality.
'And damn, mostly male zombies...'
Second floor had luxury goods, so more women; first floor was neutral, even gender split.
Male zombies moved faster and twitchier due to physical differences.
Female ones just stood dazed and shuffled—easy mindless swings.
Males filled gaps quick and jerked in weird poses sometimes.
Amusing if passing by, but now they forced extra swings—annoying as hell.
Bang—!!
Thud thud—
Buckshot pellets tore flesh apart, collapsing forms.
My clean sword stroke quartered the zombie in front.
Splat—!
'Out of shells.'
Suddenly, the pump spat an empty click—I'd burned through the loaded rounds.
I tossed the shotgun lightly upward, grabbed buckshot shells from inventory, reversed my grip on the sword, caught it, and reloaded fast.
Meanwhile, zombies swarmed the gap again.
Already mid-floor, no backing out.
And 《Nameless》 had under three minutes left.
I gripped the freshly loaded shotgun right and fired.
Bang—!!
'Fuck, no end in sight.'
No matter how much I blasted and slashed, zombies gleefully filled the void with grotesque faces—irritation building.
I knew they were brainless, but the sheer numbers made it feel like they were herding around me on purpose.
Not really, but god, I wanted to hurl a mana-packed fireball.
"Melee really doesn't suit my style."
Even if 《Nameless》 ended, it wouldn't change much—no real crisis.
Just a tad more annoying.
Worst case, magic it out—explosions be damned.
Right as I severed a zombie neck with the long sword, a click! sensation hit, and 《Nameless》 released.
"...!! KYAAAHHH!!"
"GRRAAAHHH!!"
Zombies registered me instantly, faces twisting from blank to feral as they lunged.
I jammed the shotgun into the first face shoving in and blasted.
Bang—!!
Splatter—!
Zombie brains sprayed backward as its body crumpled.
Those behind shredded by buckshot buckshot, collapsing limp.
I ignored them, sensing killing intent behind and swung back.
Slash—!!
Killing intent was everywhere already.
360 degrees, zombies swarming from all sides.
Chain reaction—waves of roars swelling.
"Shut the fuck up...!"
Bang—!!
I shoved the shotgun into the loudest one's mouth and fired.
Brains spraying again, I grimaced and pushed forward.
Worse than under 《Nameless》—thicker quicksand—but breakable, and soon I reached the escalator to Basement 1.
And my whole body was coated in blood and chunks.
'Haa... fucking sticky as hell.'