Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Breaking the Turf - 3
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As the world turned into an apocalypse, the night grew even more terrifying.
Without moonlight, you couldn't see a thing.
All that was faintly visible were traces of survivors or the glow of fires lit by goblins.
If you hurried along groping through the darkness, a white skeleton would suddenly leap out from somewhere, delivering a jolt of fear.
Avoiding them by hunting zombies might summon something even scarier than zombies—a Keeper.
Unless you had nerves of steel, staying indoors at night was the reality.
Of course, there were people who didn't fear the night for various reasons.
People like me, now about to assault Kwon's bunker.
I hid in the garden next to the parking lot.
From my earlier paper airplane recon, Kwon's bunker was inside the clubhouse over there.
The two sentries yawned nonstop, enduring their boring watch.
"Those guys look bored."
Even brainwashed, they could still think basically.
"One bunker's in the academy, I bet."
I couldn't confirm the other one.
The bunkers were quite far apart, so no worry about a zombie raid hitting both.
Made my job easier.
"Twelve people spotted during the day."
Two sentries meant three inside, including Kwon.
"Two women, huh. Lucky bastard."
That luck ends today.
I reviewed my plan.
Neutralizing the minions wouldn't be hard.
I knew all about them, but they didn't know me. Big advantage.
If reinforcements came from the other bunker, I'd block the entrance with a dimension gate and take them out slowly.
But surprisingly, the bunker itself was the problem.
Concrete bunker—impossible for me to destroy.
The door was reinforced plastic.
The kind that doesn't melt even in fire.
Tear gas was an issue too; double doors meant the inside would be fine.
"Bastard prepared thoroughly."
Even outside, he'd faithfully set up all sorts of obstacles.
A veritable impregnable fortress.
"Still, not impossible."
Can't break through head-on? Then slowly smoke them out.
I opened my shield and chewed a handful of shade grapes.
The obstacles and two sentries came into sharp focus.
Effect's killer.
I crept carefully toward the sentries.
Using a crossbow loaded with paralysis poison bolts.
Thin bolts, so even a thigh hit wouldn't kill.
"Slot 1."
A crossbow with a bolt loaded appeared next to my left arm.
I got close enough and fired at the first sentry.
With a dull thud, he clutched his thigh and collapsed.
"Huh?"
Before the other could react, I called slot 2 and shot.
Looted from those two villa thugs.
Coated thick with paralysis poison—should keep them quiet for 30 minutes.
I hid the fallen sentries in the bushes and inspected the door.
So this is the tough one, huh.
But it won't hold against attacks from those metalworking beetle masters.
"Open dimension gate."
I stuck in my hand, and four waiting beetles climbed onto my palm.
Welcome to reality?
I whispered quietly.
"Can you break through this? Just about this big."
Pointed to a hole big enough for a firebomb. The leader beetle nodded.
While they worked on the door, I loaded bolts into two crossbows.
Last of the paralysis stingers.
The beetles gnawed the reinforced plastic like paper-munching larvae.
Hard to believe that tiny body hid such power.
Soon, they made a hole bigger than requested.
Inside was a thick wooden door.
Sturdy, but won't survive a firebomb.
"Good job. Head into the cave for now."
Beetles vanished. I lit the firebomb and tossed it inside.
Smoke billowed through the hole the beetles made.
I hid in the dimension gate.
Soon, the door flew open, and someone tossed something through the smoke.
"Throwing extinguisher, huh."
Aims at the fire, shatters on impact, douses the flames.
Unfortunately, ignition stone fire doesn't go out easy.
Several extinguishers burst before the fire died down.
Through the black smoke, someone in fire gear appeared.
Not Kwon.
I shot a bolt into his thigh without hesitation.
"Argh!"
High-pitched voice—a woman collapsed.
Kwon and one more woman left?
I lobbed two pepper bombs into likely hiding spots.
Coughing erupted from the corner.
"Kuhak! Ka-haak!"
Another woman.
Kwon stayed hidden, using his minions as shields.
His voice echoed from inside the bunker.
"It's that bastard from before!"
Reverberation—gas mask on.
I stepped out of the dimension gate and replied.
"Yeah. It's me."
"You motherfucker. Came here to die?"
"Gotta see who dies, right?"
My nonchalance enraged Kwon, who spewed curses.
"When I catch you, I'll chop off your limbs. Toss you to the zombies—they'll love eating you. You picked the wrong opponent, you old fuck who screwed Emmy."
Something snapped in my head.
Kwon Kyung-jun would never forget.
The memory of being caught off-guard at the PC bang, collapsing on the cold floor, was still vivid.
Even his smartphone and gun were taken.
And after the apocalypse?
He lost minions and fled shamefully from the time shelter.
Now this guy shows up again to ruin everything!
Rage boiled up.
He truly wanted to kill.
Kyung-jun spat curses in fury.
"You old fuck who screwed Emmy."
The moment the curse ended, Kyung-jun realized something was wrong.
Sung-ho's swung fist whipped his face around.
"Urk!"
How'd he get inside?
Kyung-jun hadn't even seen the movement.
His loaded crossbow rolled on the floor.
Shoot, set fire, escape through the dog hole—but everything went wrong.
"Who... who the hell are you..."
No answer. Sung-ho's heavy fist burrowed into his gut.
"Guek!"
His back bent; Kyung-jun dropped to his knees, mouth agape.
Hit so hard, blood-mixed spit dripped through the gas mask gap.
Sung-ho ripped off the mask and soccer-kicked his face.
Kyung-jun's body flew limply.
"Kuh... ugh..."
"I made a promise. When the apocalypse hits, I'd kill you."
"If... heh... you kill me..."
Even dazed, Kyung-jun sneered.
Sung-ho's indifferent gaze met his.
"Kill you and what? Get registered as a murderer? Think I don't know?"
Kyung-jun barely lifted his head.
A sharp-featured man's face appeared.
He said,
"Disguise it as suicide, and the system falls for it perfectly. You wouldn't know, self-proclaimed veteran."
"What...?"
Kyung-jun's eyes bulged.
No way this guy's identity is...
Sung-ho shook his head, dizzy.
"Effect's killer, but side effects suck. Tsk."
Head spinning.
He kicked Kyung-jun's frozen shocked head again.
Then called a slot, grabbed something, and bound him tight with rope.
Firecrackers.
Kyung-jun realized what was coming and vomited blood.
"Nooooo!"
"Annoying."
Sung-ho walked over and dragged the two collapsed women outside.
"Open dimension gate."
Nothing visible, but he understood.
This bastard had been hiding in the dimension gate, fooling him all along!
Kyung-jun wailed like a beast in outrage.
"Uwaaaak! Krhk! Aaaak!"
"Shut up, kid."
Gasoline poured around him.
Fire lit on the firecrackers fixed to Kyung-jun's hands.
Sizzle.
Fuse burned, heralding death.
He strained with all his might, but only writhed on the floor.
Now Kyung-jun begged.
"Please... spare me... I won't... never again! Just my life... I'll give everything and leave!"
"Sure. Do that next time."
Fssst!
"Aaaah!"
Kyung-jun held the firecrackers as high as possible, buying mere seconds.
Finally, they exploded, igniting the gasoline.
Fierce flames enveloped Kyung-jun.
He curled up without even screaming.
Sung-ho watched Kyung-jun's death straight on.
He'd dodged judgments like this for several murders.
Mind wasn't light, but no intention to stop.
Anyone who attacks him dies, no matter what.
Sung-ho tossed loot into the dimension gate and exited.
Several collapsed people, but no interest in helping.
Brainwashing lifted anyway; they knew nothing.
"...Tired as hell."
People emerged from the other bunker.
"What? Why am I here?"
"Who are you? This is our team leader's golf course?"
They questioned each other in confusion, no answers.
Sung-ho's figure vanished into the darkness.
Lee Yun-jeong, guiding Bunny Duo Hwang Suk-hyun, was sick of hearing about him.
Claims of being a 5,000-hour Survival Life veteran.
Totally insane, best avoided.
Of course, their first meeting was intense.
Not many survivors wandering in just panties and a cape these days.
But over the past few days, he wasn't completely mad.
Considerate to his guide, asking if she lacked anything—a kind man.
'In this world, that's normal.'
His messy look probably from losing his friend, Yun-jeong imagined.
Once reunited, he'd clean up a bit?
Handsome features peeked through nose outline and eyes.
'Meeting his friend will change him.'
Yun-jeong guided him with such hopes.
But arriving in Sejong City ruined everything.
"Bunny Princess! Been wanting to meet you."
From the ruins, a burly man with two minions called Bunny Duo.
Similar outfit to Suk-hyun.
Just shorter and stockier.
Yun-jeong frowned; Suk-hyun yelled.
"Why me?"
"Heard a lot about you in-game."
"ID. I don't know you."
He answered.
"Strawberry Princess!"
Yun-jeong finally got it.
No normal princesses in this guy's game.
Next one would look the same.
Suk-hyun tilted his head, then slapped his palm.
"Original ID was Love Fairy, right?"
"Yeah."
Yun-jeong barely hid her laugh.
Nothing like love or fairy.
His minions smirked too.
But they got serious.
"So, why'd you call me out?"
"We team up. Bunny-Strawberry duo can rule Sejong!"
"Rule for what?"
"What? No ambitions? Enjoying power and resources freely—everyone wants that in apocalypse, right?"
"I just want to meet my friends."
"Duck Down Quack, Kimbap Lover, Survivor1?"
"Yeah."
One might not be.
"Then what?"
"Play together."
Strawberry Princess's brow furrowed.
"Lame. Thought you were fully crazy, but you're just pretending."
"Me?"
"That's all you want in apocalypse? Disappointing."
Suk-hyun's face hardened slightly.
"Why disappointing?"
"Survival needs power! Only true crazies get it—you know that. Open your eyes, Bunny Princess! Go properly mad!"
This guy wanted to be apocalypse tyrant.
Suk-hyun blanked, then started removing his cape.
"What're you..."
They ignored the cape.
But backpack and boots too? Eyes changed.
Could it be?
Suk-hyun's hand touched his holey panties.
They dropped—Yun-jeong glimpsed his hairy, plump butt.
My eyes.
Suk-hyun returned to primal form before four people.
"Three."
"What?"
"Two."
"Wh-what're you saying?"
"One."
"No, I mean..."
Strawberry Princess freaked at naked Bunny Duo charging her.
Hard not to fear a fully nude man leaping.
"Huh? W-wait!"
He fled, minions too.
"Stay away! Don't come!"
Suk-hyun charged them.
"Sex!"
Something swung wildly between his legs.
Flop flop.
End of Breaking the Turf - 3