Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: New People - 2
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Players of Survival Life often wonder about this.
Where do all these monsters, items, and labyrinths even come from?
It's a game, so most just shrug it off, but shouldn't there be at least some lore?
Unfortunately, the official homepage offers zero backstory.
Just the zombie apocalypse timeline and some events.
Inquiries go unanswered.
The weird part is that there is some hidden background laid out.
A few books have been found in dungeons and labyrinths.
Written in some unknowable language, but that unexpectedly sparks a collector's itch.
Not many pursued it—mostly just me and Survivor1.
"..."
I stood at the labyrinth entrance, staring into the dark ahead.
Truth be told, this wasn't a proper labyrinth.
Not even the deepest part was the real deepest part.
Monsters were dumb, traps almost nonexistent, paths ridiculously straightforward.
Basically, an introductory teaser for early-game.
The reason I challenged it? Like someone said, the rewards were just too damn sweet.
Unique items you couldn't get anywhere else outside events.
Shorter record meant better loot.
"Gotta have it."
I checked my gear.
To keep light, no stab-proof suit, no backpack, no helmet.
Just trusting skills and items as I ran.
Sun Apples would've been nice, but I was all out.
Some skills could trigger mid-speedrun and screw everything—Survival Thirst and Combat Instinct.
The debuff aftermath would eat up way too much time.
"Combat Instinct's fine, but Survival Thirst..."
Best to time it for the final sprint, if controllable.
I cleared my mind of all thought.
From here on, it was Night Vision, Terrain Sense, Perception stat, and experience carrying me.
"Let's go."
I kicked off lightly from the ground.
This labyrinth had four zones.
First: the Hall of Death, swarming with zombies.
So narrow, packs of a few made dodging tricky.
Simple maze, but first-timers get confused in the pitch black plus zombie pressure.
I swung my long knife at a zombie standing dumb in the hall's center.
"Hup!"
Its head floated into the air.
These labyrinth zombies had organic tracking nerfed to sandbag levels.
Doesn't mean other players could pull this off.
Needed exact knowledge of their detection range and a long knife ready.
Other weapons just wasted time.
"Slot 1."
I stowed the long knife and veered left.
Dimensional Slot's OP utility shines here.
No fumbling to holster weapons.
Everything's pre-stored; summon on the fly, no stopping.
I popped Slot 0 for flashlight, illuminating ahead.
Stamped across puddle-floating platforms to the other side.
"Feels good."
Old footage showed I wasn't this fast back then.
Was a noob.
Running the hall casually, the space suddenly widened.
Hall of Death proper: zombies everywhere.
No fighting here—pure weaving tech through the horde.
Back in the day, we called it the Disco Club.
With strobe lights, it'd look like dancing with zombies.
As I pierced the pack, arms reached out.
Uuuhhh—
Kaaack—
Ferocious vibe, meh reactions.
I danced through, occasionally slashing for points with the long knife.
"Should do the Cossack dance here sometime."
Dancing amid Enhanced Ghouls instead? That's true vet status.
But life's precious; pass.
"Hup!"
Last two zombies' heads off, scenery shifted.
No stone walls—earthen ones now.
Goblin turf: Wild Lands ahead.
So open and high-ceilinged, barely felt like a labyrinth.
Goblins huddled in groups around campfires.
I charged, kicked one out.
Kyaak!
Kieek!
One got smothered in embers, screaming.
Reason? Kill their pursuit drive.
Goblins' night vision sucks.
Worse than mine—no fire, they're blind.
I stomped fire after fire, crossing Wild Lands.
"Huff, huff!"
Trap near nest entrance: classic goblin thorn vine.
Trip mid-run, ankle snared, paralytic thorns—super dangerous.
Just jump it.
Full sprint, bounce off momentum—goblins howling excitedly behind.
Mad already? Catch ya later.
Oh—goblin incoming at the entrance.
Big pouch for its size: Gold Goblin.
I leaped mid-stride, booted its gut.
Kiiak!
"Dimension Gate—open!"
Heavy pouch goes in the gate, tyvm.
Closing it—suddenly a Sun Apple chunk popped out.
Did the dung beetles deliver?
Perfect timing, I'm beat.
"Thanks."
Shoved hand in, shook, grabbed the apple, munched while running.
Honey-sweet.
Short bursts max out effect anyway before diminishing returns.
Energy surged.
Exiting goblin lands—two voices nearby.
"This is goblin territory..."
"Stay sharp, super sharp."
Momentarily thought they were speedrunners like me—but no.
Speedrun labyrinth mandates three stages in random order.
Re-enter, could be Wild Lands then Hall of Death.
Possible to bump into others, like now.
"What?"
"Huh?"
They sensed me too, froze by a tree.
These guys... not Korean?
Visitors turned survivors?
Wanna ask, but no time.
I blew past them.
"W-what was that? Something zipped by!"
"Hobgoblin maybe!"
It's a person, dudes.
Ran hard into kobold zone.
Silent Forest.
Kobolds love swamps and fog—gloomy as hell.
Unlike Hall or Wilds, real obstacles blocked the way.
Run blind, sink in muck, snag on brush.
Then night-vision kobolds drag you for club beatdown.
But not tough for me.
"Later."
Post-event, I'd grind kobolds till sick—no need to waste energy now.
Kicked 'em aside, dodged obstacles swiftly to the core.
"Hah, hah."
Labyrinth end: the core.
Fake end for the event.
All player records logged here, names engraved.
Rewards instant.
Flipped the book on the glowing altar: 00:38:45 awaited.
"38 minutes. Whew..."
I collapsed.
Footage review: no one broke 1 hour before.
Me, doing it here.
"Prep was key."
Knew the event ahead, used right skills, Sun Apples and Shade Grapes helped.
Without 'em, no sub-hour.
Feels cheaty, but rewards? Worth it.
Wrote in the 1st slot.
Not Kimbap Lover—new name...
"Done."
Now, rewards.
Catching breath—a fat pouch appeared by the book.
Quality leather, not goblin rags.
"This is the real deal."
Inside: scroll and leather boots.
Leather Boots: Vitality +2, Agility +2
Skill: Light Step (Auto)
"Oh, nice."
Dual stats aside, Light Step's a keeper.
Slashes stamina drain big time.
"Great for marches too."
Makes 10s-of-km hikes a neighborhood stroll.
Useless for upper-body labor, though.
"Design's solid... wearable."
Stashed boots in dimension gate, unrolled scroll.
"Hm..."
10 points to see someone's ID?
Auction house? Or IRL?
What about non-gamers without IDs?
Gotta test it.
Pocketed pouch, stepped on circular altar ornament—light enveloped me.
Came to in the building parking lot.
Dimension gate gone.
Back to Two Rooms, fired up auction house.
Quiet, as expected.
"All grinding speedruns now..."
Minimum 1 hour, so chill a bit.
Into the cave, cooked rice.
Stone pot steamed, scraped it out, boiled miso soup right in the remnants.
Crispy bits and soup: savory perfection.
"Damn good."
Home-pickled kimchi, shredded long—feast fit for kings.
Thanks for the meal.
This speedrun event drew massive attention.
No need for god-tier combat; one decent trait let you compete.
Movement awakeners like Blink or Stealth hyped especially.
Swore one of theirs would top the board.
Auction house? Same old loudmouth chaos.
Anonymity turned info-sharing into dogshit.
Crazy speedrun record drops? Spam bullshit pre-verification.
Busted? No regrets.
Anonymity's a helluva drug.
Whatever your Survival Life playstyle, auction house made everyone a vet.
Couldn't claim it cuz three giants loomed too high.
Kimbap Lover: fair game for mockery.
Not flashy like Bunny Duo or Duck Down, no insane feats.
Not low-presence like Survivor1.
Alive, but hiding? Called coward.
Especially no footage—infuriating.
Not said outright, but everyone's thought it.
Anyway, Kimbap Lover: public enemy #1 in auction.
Show up IRL? Flood of Korean curses incoming.
Anonymity enables it.
Whatever.
Event had tons watching.
Apocalypse fun? Rare.
Gotta take what you can.
Challenging records, cheering updates—like sports.
Life-on-line sucks for runners, not spectators.
While chit-chatting, labyrinth runners trickled in.
Already messy comments turned true intel + rumors = bedlam.
Everyone pulled rankings simultaneously.
And went speechless.
Auction comments devolved into total chaos.
New People - 2 End