Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: University Dormitory
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University dormitory.
What’s the trigger for the trap? A person? Weight? Contact?
I know regular landmines and stuff go off from weight or contact alone.
But what about traps? They’re skills, right? What’s the activation principle?
I need to experiment.
And get info from the bastard who set it.
That way I won’t step on another one.
It’s a damn miracle it didn’t one-shot me to death. Seriously.
Waking up in the morning to find coins where I’d laid my trap, like almost 250,000 coins—what the fuck would go through your head?
I can’t just wait here twiddling my thumbs until those assholes wake up.
But I’m not risking stepping on another one on the way.
Ugh... fuck, I should’ve gotten info from that guy with Min-ji back then.
Sigh...
Fuck...
No choice. I didn’t die, did I? Not dying is a win. I’ll brute-force it with coins.
Bought another mid-grade Recovery Potion and gripped it tight. Just in case I get shocked and drop it, I wrapped it with duct tape too.
And I kept about a third of it in my mouth.
If that zap! hits, I’ll just gulp it down and I shouldn’t die.
I took wide steps, sticking to the very edge of the stairs as I climbed.
No idea how big the trigger range is, but it probably isn’t too wide.
Every step sends chills down my spine.
This is gonna give me trauma. Fuck. Traps... they’re fucking bullshit.
"Detection."
No movement from them yet. But... if they’ve locked the doors and are sleeping inside, how the hell do I get in?
If I climb up here after all this crap and can’t strike first, I’m even more screwed.
Plus, who knows what else besides traps they’ve got.
Hmm... didn’t seem like any other installable skills among theirs, but they could have primitive traps too.
Whatever. Sweating bullets, I finally made it to the second floor.
I crept silently up to the room where all four were holed up.
Whoa. Fuck. It’s probably gone now, right? No way.
Detection picked up presences, and I thought it was one room, but nope—two rooms.
Why split into two? Two guys, two girls?
First, the doors need to be open... Locked would suck.
Even if open, that’s a problem.
What if there’s a trap right at the door? Nah, that’s overkill. They could trip it themselves by mistake.
No need to set one there.
Praying the door’s unlocked, I turned the knob suuuper slowly, like 1mm per minute.
Turned without a hitch. No lock.
Whoa, they don’t even lock the door while sleeping? Fucking morons.
Probably cranked the heat full blast for winter—room’s all stuffy and humid.
Two guys sprawled out, blankets kicked off.
One looks a bit older. The other’s about my age.
The bottom bunk guy’s built chunky, so his snoring’s... ugh. Fucking loud.
Put the sleepers into deeper Sleep for now. That’s those two handled.
Headed to the next room.
Women’s room? Pressed my ear to the door.
New building, I guess? Can’t hear shit from outside. Well... pray it opens.
Slowly turn the knob. Slow... ly...
Okay! It opened.
It opened! Fuck yeah!
Heart pounding, adrenaline surging. Let’s see those faces. Who the hell are you punks.
Ah...
One pig woman. One kinda skinny woman.
But the skinny one looks older too. Almost forty? Hard to tell.
Fuck. Motivation’s gone.
Screw skills, info—all I wanna do is kill ‘em.
Still gotta do it.
Yeah. Gotta. Can’t let Tape Master slack off.
Run Detection. Nothing but these four.
And they’ve all got Sleep layered on.
There. Game over.
Started duct-taping the guys first.
Bunk beds—such a pain in the ass. Seriously wanna kill ‘em.
Taped up eyes, arms, legs on both guys and moved to the women’s room.
Ah... really don’t wanna touch ‘em.
Don’t even want my hands near. Fucking gross.
But no choice. Ugh... fuck.
After taping up the pig woman, I’m drenched in sweat.
The auntie was at least doable. Doable, not touchable.
Back to the guys’ room. Grabbed the top bunk guy’s leg and yanked him down.
Halfway out, let go—he flails and tumbles to the floor.
"Kuhk..."
Checked if the tape over his eyes stayed put on the fall.
Hmm. Solid.
Left the pained guy writhing and smacked the chunky bottom-bunk dude across the face with the machete’s flat side.
"Agh! Agh! What the—! Fuck!"
"You fuckers. Move and you die."
The two guys, suddenly bound head to toe and hit with thunder from a clear sky, froze solid.
Love guys who get it quick.
"Move and die. Yell and die. Just breathe and stay still. No funny business."
Left the guys’ room, snuck back quietly, and watched.
The chunky one cautiously rubs his taped arm against the bed frame.
Ha... fuck. Smartass. Pulling cute stunts.
Thwack!
Burst in and stomped his face.
"Guhk."
"You piece of shit. Got a spare life? Why can’t you listen the first time? Huh?"
Blood gushing from his nose like a lump of meat.
Grabbed his head to haul him up, but saw the greasy hair—couldn’t stomach touching it.
"Try it again. See what happens next yourself."
Wonder if he’s got the balls for round two? Let’s see.
Left the room and went to the women.
Whacked their bodies a few times each with the machete’s flat.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mostly bare skin—nice crisp sounds.
"Kyaa!"
"Aaa! What?!"
Girls are always a beat slow grasping situations.
A few more smacks and they’re bawling, begging.
"Spare us!"
"Don’t hit! Please stop! Aaa! Mercy!"
"Shut your mouths, no bullshit, get to the guys’ room next door. Move it."
Women didn’t have leg tape, so the bottom-bunk pig surprisingly hopped up quick and waddled.
Blindfolded pig treading carefully.
But the top-bunk auntie’s trembling, can’t get down.
"I... can’t get down..."
"Then die up there."
Slammed the machete into the bed—thunk! She yelps, clumsily climbs down.
See? You can do it. Why say you can’t.
Four gathered in the guys’ room.
Faces screaming “How the fuck did this happen?”
Plus terror of death mixed in.
Asked the four.
"Wrong answer and you die. Only the relevant one speaks."
Four shaking like leaves.
"Second skill holder, speak. Got one? You live."
All four look like they’ve never heard the term. Hmm... yeah, not everyone gets one.
"Then who used the Electric Trap."
"M-me..."
Pig woman, surprisingly. Fucking unexpected.
"How many traps can you set?"
"Two..."
"One at the bottom of the stairs, where’s the other?"
"At... the top of the stairs."
"You raised proficiency to 100% once?"
"Y-yes... sob sob."
"Don’t cry, you bitch. What happens if you step on your own trap?"
"I can’t."
"Nice. Fucking convenient."
Told the auntie next to her.
"What’s your skill, auntie?"
She bristles at “auntie,” but knows her situation—bites back anger.
"Reflect."
"Reflect? Literal reflection?"
"Yes."
"Short answers, auntie? Putting on airs?"
"...Sorry."
Reflect, huh... fuck, can’t test it on her. Pass on auntie for now.
"You, chunky. Your skill?"
"Hngh... kekeke."
Bloody-faced lump laughs weirdly.
"Seong-ho! Don’t!"
"No!"
"Don’t! Reflect!"
They yell—I bolted out the door.
"Ice!"
Crackle!
"F-fuck..."
Cold wave bursts from chunky, freezing the whole room. I dove out—thank god only my legs got iced.
Whoa. Fuck. Good thing I’ve seen this shit before.
Downed the leftover Recovery Potion.
Frozen legs thawing slowly.
Recovery Potions for the win, fuck yeah.
"Ice!"
Room fills with ice again.
You psycho fuck. Not on your own team?
Put the lump straight to Sleep.
"Whoa. Real psycho."
Left the lump, checked the others.
Fuck... they dead? Doesn’t look fatal.
But didn’t auntie Reflect? Can’t block AOE skills?
Only single-target?
Three frozen solid, faces contorted, mouths agape.
Bodies rigid, ice-cold.
Hypothermia? Heart stop? Who knows.
Frostbite treatment—warm water thaw? But... do I give a shit?
For now... leave ‘em.
Live, get more info. Die, oh well.
In the wrecked room, taped the lump’s mouth and kicked him aside.
Ah... such a hassle.
Tried nudging toward the trap. Won’t budge.
Grabbed his leg, dragged him.
Near stairs, nudged with feet bit by bit.
Wasn’t it on the stairs? This far?
Kept shoving to stairwell center—suddenly zzzt! lump gets zapped.
Whoa... fuck. I took that?
Didn’t die—miracle. Holy shit.
Burning flesh stench is nasty. Ugh. Just curses come to mind.
Too gross—smashed with machete.
What. They convert everything to coins on death? Fucking bastards.
Now what. Wait more... or mercy kill?
Gotta think it over.