Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: When Shrimp Fight, Whale Joins In - 2
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Though they called it a shrimp fight, I had no desire to butt in.
For now, there was no room in the shelter.
Da-jung had to finish the expansion work before we could raid the Time Shelter.
And even then, we'd have to break through around a hundred survivors.
I watched the battle unfolding near the department store and clicked my tongue in amazement.
The Korean and Chinese factions were locked in a brutal clash with no end in sight.
Zombies, ghouls, and monsters were mixed in as well.
"It's a full-on war. A war."
The winning side would claim the Time Shelter.
So neither would give up easily.
I watched for a bit before slipping back through the dimension gate.
Da-jung was sprawled out on the mattress like a starfish.
A faint groan escaped her lips.
"Da-jung is dying... "
"You only worked a little, and you're already whining."
Snap your fingers all you want, but using your whole body changes everything.
She rolled over and said weakly,
"I... I decided to respect all the world's carpenters... No, everyone who works on-site... "
"There's no easy job in this world."
Da-jung had charged in thinking her stats could handle building a cabin, only to collapse completely.
Outside, she'd cut and shaped a few logs before abandoning it.
I knew this would happen.
"We're in Gwangju now, so we can do it together."
She bolted upright.
"Already? What about the Time Shelter?"
"Total chaos. Nearly a hundred people tangled up fighting."
Da-jung followed me out to reality and peered outside.
The fight in front of the department store had reached a fever pitch, finally birthing its first murderer.
Everyone heard the heart chime and tried to flee, but the zombie wall blocked them—they couldn't move.
Less than two minutes later, three were dead.
The corpses from the ended Deathmatch event became zombie chow.
But that woman... where have I seen her before...
The woman looking down from the third floor of the department store—I felt like I'd met her once.
As I tried to recall, Da-jung's face popped in front.
"You're not checking her out, are you?"
"Who'd look because she's hot? She looks familiar, so I'm wondering when we met."
"You even met a Chinese girl?"
"Ah. I remember now."
The wind manipulator.
I'd met her twice: at Wolmido pier and the Battle Royale arena.
But something was off.
She should've died in the arena.
I didn't kill her, so I figured someone else did, but did she break out somehow?
With the person right there, denying it would be foolish.
I vaguely recalled her riding the wind to escape.
Lucky break.
After hearing the story, Da-jung marveled at the wind control ability.
"Just wind? There's lightning users too. I took one out on doomsday."
"How do lightning abilities work? Energy blast! Like that?"
She mimicked some action manga.
"Su-yeon said something similar before. She could use her healing from range. Probably like that."
"So lightning shoots from her hands? How do you dodge?"
"Well."
Right then, a blue bolt stretched out from in front of the department store.
We stuck to the window, watching the lightning user fight.
"Whoa, it's like a fantasy movie!"
Our world had merged with fantasy, after all.
While Da-jung gawked, I analyzed him.
Dodging lightning outright was nearly impossible.
But you could read the hand motion.
I had elemental resistance to tank it too.
Not that I wanted to get hit.
"Wind sorceress and lightning sorcerer... strong combo."
They paired up, so Koreans couldn't charge.
Rush in, get blown away by wind, then sniped by blue lightning from afar—no counter.
The Chinese pushed Koreans back, seizing the Time Shelter entrance.
But everyone knew it wouldn't last.
Monsters were swarming in.
We lost interest and made food.
Rummaging through my old notes, I found the Time Shelter inventory.
"I wasn't planning to raid this one originally."
Da-jung pulled the spoon from her mouth and stared.
"Says the guy passing a sparrow by the mill."
"For real. You saw it—total mess. Too annoying to join... "
"Now you've got a reason?"
"Check the list."
The inventory had lumber for construction.
I'd looted plenty from hardware stores, but small sizes.
Raiding this meant materials for the cabin.
Praise former President Jang Won-taek.
Fire lit in Da-jung's eyes.
"I'll block the entrance—you loot the lumber. Not a scrap left."
Shrimp fighting, and now the whale dives in.
A problem arose.
Da-jung blasted the barbed wire to clear space for the cabin.
Now the shelter's defenses were down.
Using ghouls for defense would thin forces guarding the Time Shelter entrance.
With the department store front a warzone, it felt a bit short.
Da-jung boasted loudly.
"I'll handle it—don't worry. Not one gets in."
"Got it. But I don't know the last seal, so it might take time."
Though the dung beetles would handle metal-piercing.
Da-jung sent zombies and ghouls to scout.
Their sharp ears brought unexpected intel.
"That Chinese woman earlier? Name's Tang Shengrong."
"The leader we met is Koo Myung-hoon. Trait: Body Enhancement."
That body enhancement keeps popping up endlessly.
This intel wasn't free.
Three zombies lost getting too close and spotted.
Replenished one, but no more losses.
We decided to move at dawn.
"Werewolves and Keepers active then—they won't move freely."
Survivors ignore zombie raids half the time, but not werewolves or Keepers.
Night fell, and the two monsters patrolled the streets.
A few kobolds slunk between buildings, wary.
"Time."
Da-jung fetched ghouls from the dimension gate.
Then a message popped in my view.
"Do we have to pay a fee every time we enter...?"
Come to think of it, Da-jung hadn't left since entering in Gurye.
Said the inside suited her fancy.
She went out to see the Time Shelter in Gwangju, and this happened coming back.
I scratched my head.
"Guess so."
"Guess so? You slumlord."
She grabbed my collar.
"If your leased room charged every entry, you'd rage, right?"
Yeah... couldn't take that.
"What can I do? It's the system."
"You said you could set points. You set this too?"
"Would I be that stingy?"
"Yeah. You're greedy."
Factual, but oddly hurtful.
"For real, no."
I hugged her and kissed her nape.
Da-jung squirmed from the tickle but stretched her neck, rubbing her cheek on mine.
Skinship worked wonders!
Level 26 monster Da-jung calmed!
"Fine, believe you this time."
She took half the shelter-guarding ghouls outside.
I followed, saying,
"No attacking people even if pissed. Might need a resurrection scroll."
We'd each killed once already.
Misjudge and kill, instant murderer.
She turned and grinned.
"Just rough 'em up."
Hit just short of killing.
Anyway, we slipped onto the road at an opening.
Da-jung's ghouls charged the Time Shelter entrance.
Screeech!
Whistles blew instantly, murmurs everywhere.
Guarding sleepless at dawn—tough bastards.
I crossed the road using two enhanced zombies as shields.
Ghouls cleared the path.
"Hurry, hurry!"
At the seal, I summoned the dung beetles.
They chewed through the thick reinforced plastic seal.
Faster than breaching Kwon family's bunker—double the numbers.
Da-jung urged anxiously outside.
"Bad. Everyone's up. They're insane?"
"Break this, live cushy."
For a while, anyway.
Can't monopolize forever—supplies deplete, need new farms.
Until when?
Till death.
Settling self-sufficiently looks nice, but few could now.
Finally, beetles breached.
I opened a dimension gate, sent them in, then kicked the seal hard.
Bam!
Door crashed, revealing dark interior.
Da-jung yelled urgently.
"Open? It's nuts out here!"
"Open! Hold a bit longer!"
Werewolf howls and Keeper breaths reached me too.
Her ghouls strong, but not forever.
I rushed inside.
Too dark—lit a glowstone, and...
"Whoa..."
The stockpiled goods were overwhelming.
Entire underground parking packed.
Want it all.
Greed rose, but shelter space limited.
Da-jung couldn't hold longer.
Swallowed tears, sought construction materials.
"Here."
Various lumber sizes, dust-covered.
Perfect for pillars and rafters.
Shifted dimension gate, started tossing lumber.
"Hup!"
Lifting pillar logs nearly snapped my back.
No enemy, no skill activation.
Can't intent-kill wood, so suffer.
"Hah, hah!"
Long-overdue backbreaking labor, vertigo hit.
Chewed a Sun Apple, continued.
20 minutes later, lumber wouldn't fit.
Gate blocked.
"Damn."
Pushed pile with all might, shifted gate.
"Phew..."
Done-ish.
Calling Da-jung in to hide easy, but issue: can't exit awhile.
Seal broken—furious survivors incoming.
Month of mobs.
"Gotta go out."
Dawn sluggishness best chance.
Ran, yelling,
"Da-jung! Out!"
"Crowd's insane! Still go?"
"No now, no timing!"
Entrance wide open.
Outside, Da-jung stuck by me, ghouls guarded.
Survivors spotted, signaled.
Screeech!
"It's them!"
"Grab 'em! Kill!"
Don't you have bigger priorities?
Lit firecrackers, flung around.
Boom boom!
"Argh!"
"What the?!"
Chaos everywhere.
We beat stationary zombie herds and a Keeper, dashed road.
"...Hah!"
Tang Shengrong shot up.
Noise drew her out—worse chaos than day.
Koreans dawn-raiding the shelter?
"With werewolf and Keeper? No way..."
Urgent, she dressed hastily.
Her partner entered.
Mao Chen, rare lightning trait.
Immigrants praised their duo invincible.
"Shengrong. Bangzis raided shelter. Entrance breached."
"Seal broken?"
Must check now.
They rushed out, side by side.
Comrades gathered—awake.
All from Shandong Peninsula, called Shandong Gang in Korea.
Not huge, but all elites—feared one-on-one.
Not enough for full Korean front, so allied others.
Street: crowds at Time Shelter entrance.
Werewolf howls mixed screams, boiling hotpot.
One split top-bottom by Keeper.
Road painted blood.
Someone groaned.
"All mad..."
Grimace, leader Shengrong about to order.
Hesitate more, Koreans steal goods.
They knew supplies Korean-stocked.
But they'd come this far—share?
As Shengrong opened mouth, group fled building fast.
Her eyes locked on one man, frozen.
How forget him.
Unknown pier, fantasy world—she faced him.
Lost twice, miraculously survived.
Couldn't forget him aiming gun.
No idea how he had one—must kill here.
"Chen, hit that guy."
Mao Chen blocked, shocked.
"What? Entrance open, attack person?"
"Him. Killed my brother."
Lie.
Brother Tang Zhaolong died to another's club in fantasy world.
But she wanted this big guy dead.
Mao Chen gritted.
"I'll avenge Zhaolong."
Wind gusts halted foes.
Before reaction, Chen thrust hand.
Blue lightning poured, struck man amid ghouls.
Man knees buckled.
Mouth agape in pain, smoke rose whole body.
"Yes!"
Shengrong clenched fist.
Direct lightning doesn't kill but crushes.
No enhanced body tanks it.
But...
Mao Chen, smug withdrawing hand, startled.
Man rose slowly.
"Impossible..."
Even Shengrong recoiled, shocked.
The man's eyes had turned red.
When Shrimp Fight, Whale Joins In - 2 End