Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: The Crazies of This Zone Are Us - 1
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Rumors spread quickly.
The rumors about the Sniffer prowling around Bucheon Station had finally reached the auction house.
The government shelter had tried to suppress it as much as possible, but realizing it was futile, they let the information leak.
The survivors who saw the Sniffer's appearance and specs were horrified.
Along with the rumors about the Sniffer, word spread about raiders carrying guns.
Upper commenter, that's dangerous talk.
— Original: Sorry, not intentional.
Rumors about Sung-ho spread too.
You guys are missing something huge.
Wasn't he already at the government shelter?
What’s Kimbap Lover's trait again?
People started paying attention to the government shelter itself.
All four veterans gathered.
Stockpiling guns and all sorts of supplies.
Once the Metal Plague vanished, everyone wondered what they'd do next.
Some folks even started packing up, saying they had to get into the government shelter.
How many people in the government shelter?
Seeing these comments, the government shelter kicked off a full promo campaign.
Emphasizing that you could see the four veterans in person.
Auction house be damned—the veteran quartet had entered the Yongsan National Defense Ministry building.
"This is what we call the B2 Bunker. A historic spot from the '70s..."
"Whoa, the air stinks!"
"Feels like I'll catch something just breathing."
"..."
Major Kim Hyun-woo explained the bunker in detail, but no one was listening.
He trembled with rage watching the veterans charge ahead down the dim corridor.
Dajeong was especially problematic.
To help Geom-in level up, she'd hurled a massive ghoul at him, tossing him right into an orc pack.
He'd screamed bloody murder as he landed amid the monsters, fighting desperately.
Hyun-woo had to jump in with support, startled.
Even more shocking were Sung-ho and Seok-hyun.
They dove in like it was routine, engaging in close-quarters combat. He couldn't help muttering that they were all crazies.
'What does the President see in these guys...'
He acknowledged their combat prowess.
Zombies, ghouls, orcs—they weren't even opponents.
They'd taken down werewolves and trolls too, so their strength was unmatched.
But if the President gave them a mission, shouldn't they act responsibly?
He couldn't understand these veterans rampaging like the world was theirs.
'Even without the Metal Plague, can they keep that up?'
The answer was no.
No matter the skills, guns rendered them powerless.
Once armed forces with firearms rose, the veteran title would plummet.
What if they dug in and sniped from afar?
'Die already, you idiots.'
Of course, Hyun-woo knew they had top traits, skills, and stacked items.
But even that couldn't beat guns.
'The world will be ours from now on.'
Here, "ours" meant the armed forces led by President Jang Won-taek.
People might scoff at "President" now, but things would change.
Hyun-woo was waiting for that day.
"Huh, this must be it."
"Bunny Duo, open it quick."
The veterans pried open the bunker entrance without his permission.
The thick security door swung open like nothing with their strength.
Passing a narrow passage revealed concrete covers like in other shelters.
Time to haul these up.
"Tank, pull."
The massive ghoul named Tank started exerting force.
Once it lifted a cover, Sung-ho rappelled down on a rope to hook it up.
Hyun-woo had planned to use a crane, but this was way faster—he had to admit.
Finally, all 20 covers were up, and Dajeong kicked Sung-ho's butt, sending him tumbling into the hole.
"Ah!"
Hyun-woo peered down in shock.
How the hell—? Seconds later, Sung-ho pulled out a glowstone.
As he looked puzzled, Dajeong yelled.
"What's down there?"
"Tons of stuff! Gotta check it out!"
"Loot whatever you see!"
Hyun-woo jumped up in horror.
"N-No, you can't just take things!"
The B2 bunker's supplies belonged solely to the government shelter.
Dajeong crossed her arms with a tsk.
"It's ours anyway. What's wrong with grabbing it early?"
"It's not yours—it's government property."
"Sure, up till now. But that greedy President's not gonna let it slide now that he knows about this place."
She and Seok-hyun grinned in sync.
Hyun-woo started feeling uneasy.
Yeah, telling these veterans about the bunker was a bad idea...
Anyway, he had to go down personally to guide them.
He bit his lip and rappelled down the rope.
This ain't a joke...
Even with knots, descending 200 meters on a rope was grueling.
How had Sung-ho done it in seconds?
He finally touched down to find Sung-ho flipping tarps.
"Hiding stuff like this, huh..."
"Sorry, but those need maintenance. Can't use 'em right now."
"So what can we use?"
"This."
Hyun-woo checked the inventory, flipped a few tarps, and brought over supplies.
The glowstone illuminated weapons, and Sung-ho scratched his jaw, dissatisfied.
"M16 rifles, K5 pistols, bulletproof vests, helmets, Panzerfaust 3... Kinda outdated."
"Panzerfaust. Old-gen rocket launcher, but penetration's solid."
Correcting him, Hyun-woo assembled the launcher and sight on the spot, explaining usage.
"Doubt you'll need it, but for more penetration, pull out this extension tube. Fold the pistol grip here to arm it—be careful."
"Then release safety and pull trigger, right? Backblast?"
"Manual says minimum 2 meters, but more is better. Aim for 10 meters out. Internal safety needs to disengage."
Sung-ho hefted it—way heavier than expected.
"Much heavier than the M72."
"Around 13 kilos... That's why the penetration's top-tier. No monster survives."
"We'll see."
Sung-ho stowed the Pzf-3 in its case and tied it to the rope.
Then hoisted them up one by one.
Hyun-woo, watching silently, spoke up.
"Sung-ho. What do you wanna do later?"
"Later?"
"Y'know, when things stabilize safely. Can't live like this forever."
"No such thing as 'safely stabilized.' This is life."
"You don't get it."
Hyun-woo lifted a tarp in the corner and hauled out a heavy machine gun.
It thudded heavily on the floor.
He tapped the barrel with his boot.
"Pours out hundreds of 12.7mm AP rounds per minute. Think Survival Life's fancy monsters can tank this?"
Sung-ho answered honestly.
"Not even an ogre."
"Exactly. Metal Plague gone, monsters done. Our era. Gotta have a role in it, right?"
"What do you wanna do?"
"Build a new Korea. Under President's orders, with people."
"Thrilled to take commands, huh."
"...Yeah, military man thing. But you know—he's worthy of respect."
"Fair."
"So join us."
Hyun-woo extended a hand.
Sung-ho just stared blankly.
"Join and help the President. We'll build a new Korea."
"New Republic of Korea or whatever?"
"Close. Small scale at first—can't fill up on the first bite. Roadmap's set... Just need people. Too late, no spots."
Despite the passion, Sung-ho remained stone-faced.
No interest whatsoever.
"Those who want to can do their thing."
"Why talk like you're unrelated?"
"'Cause I am. Got my own plans."
"Tell me. We can refine them together."
"No need. We won't understand each other."
"We can. We can adjust differences and live together."
"Brainwashed by Jang Won-taek."
"President, not that old guy."
Hyun-woo's voice dropped, but Sung-ho brushed it off.
"Add 'former' in front then. Don't force your views on me."
Meaning: nice talk ends here.
They realized they'd stay on parallel lines.
"..."
Silence filled the shelter as Sung-ho tied the last ammo crate and sent it up.
Hyun-woo's final words:
"If you plan to come back here, give it up."
"Whatever."
Sung-ho glanced at him and climbed the rope.
He'd seemed fine heading to Gimhae, so what did Jang say?
'Maybe he's the normal one. I'm the crazy.'
Up top, Seok-hyun was loading a magazine into a K5 pistol.
Everyone watched like he might do something insane.
As Sung-ho packed casually, Seok-hyun suddenly pressed the gun barrel to his hand's back.
"Seok-hyun... you..."
BANG!
No time to stop him—the shot rang out.
Seok-hyun lowered the pistol; the bullet popped out of the wound and clinked on the floor.
Dajeong muttered blankly.
"What. Didn't penetrate?"
"I'm pretty tough."
Seok-hyun flexed his arm proudly.
Dajeong kicked his butt.
"Get outta here, you psycho!"
Sung-ho muttered emptily.
"All the crazies are here."
Bucheon Comprehensive Gymnasium Station grew noisy.
Raiders with guns, the Sniffer—not enough; survivors flocked from everywhere.
The auction house called them nuts, but you can't stop ants swarming snacks.
Thus, Bucheon Station turned into chaos of gunfire and screams.
"Everywhere we go is a mess."
"Ignore it, do our thing."
We hid the ghouls in the shelter and holed up in the station's baby care room.
Geom-in couldn't use the dimension gate, so we all had to stay outside together.
Dajeong peeked out, then sat on the sofa, crossing her legs.
"What'd that guy say earlier?"
Hyun-woo.
"Nothing much. Just wants me to help the President with him."
"Aren't we already?"
"Means building a new Korea."
"Big ambitions."
"Not bad. With Geom-in's totem, it's possible."
He scratched his arm awkwardly at being the topic.
"Problem is gathering totem materials. Only got two so far."
"Can't you just cut up that Elderwood longbow?"
He shook his head at Dajeong's words.
"Doesn't work. Has to be a drop item for totem."
"The pouches those golden goblins carry?"
"Yeah."
"Elderwood's in the northern Black Forest. It's a root, though."
Everyone looked at me.
"Went when saving the stag beetles. Tried sawing the root, but the vibe got super hostile."
"The great Kang Sung-ho scared of the atmosphere?"
"You go, Dajeong, you wouldn't say that. Felt like everything was glaring."
"Cut it anyway—no old geezer's gonna jump out and whack you with a cane."
"Dunno... Beetle guys said elementium shards get permission."
"Elementium shards—like for luks?"
Geom-in chimed in, happy I knew.
Luks gross; said ornamental.
I patted his arm.
"Black Forest's full of 'em. Let's go together next time."
"Yeah, okay."
Four of us together? Black Forest ain't scary.
Then Dajeong grumbled.
Looked—group of survivors heading our way.
Fleeing raiders or Sniffer? Didn't matter.
Problem: they'd interfere.
Seok-hyun and Dajeong locked eyes.
"Bunny Duo, chase 'em all out, got it?"
"Leave it to me."
He stood abruptly, dropped his pants, and showed off his sculpted backside.
The glowstone's soft light highlighted his pumped glutes.
Dajeong snickered.
"Seeing a lot of guy butts lately."
Geom-in turned away fully, but I felt nothing.
Eyes already ruined—what's it matter.
Wondered what stunt—Bunny Duo flipped into a bridge pose.
My eyes.
He kicked the door open and crawled—crawled—out like that.
Dajeong's piercing scream followed.
KYAAAAAH!
Onrushing survivors recoiled in terror, tumbling back.
To them, Bunny Duo must've looked like a horror flick monster.
"Gahhh!"
"What the hell is that?!"
"Eek!"
Survivors scattered instantly.
Bunny Duo returned soon, straightened up, and thumbs-upped.
"Sexy."
Effect: deadly.
The Crazies of This Zone Are Us - 1 End