Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Island and Dungeon - 2
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That night after bringing back Poor Man.
I put him and Dingo to bed, then headed straight to the fanatic group's hideout.
With their leadership wiped out, I figured they'd make some kind of move.
I could snag something in the chaos.
"A one-room building near the courthouse... This must be it."
I hid in a nearby building and watched the hideout.
They must have mastered blackout rules with their bodies, but the curtains were parted enough for light to spill out.
"Heh. The kobolds are gonna love this."
I sneaked into the first floor and hid in the dimension gate.
The building buzzed with voices.
"We need to leave. Right now! Do you even know how many are dead?"
"A killer? Around here? And that's why we run? Leave all this stuff behind?"
"Is your gear more important than your life?"
"No, wait, hold on. Did you check the bodies?"
"Hee-won got her head chopped off! Ki-seop hyung was torn apart by zombies—unrecognizable!"
"Ha... This fucking sucks."
What a mess.
Everyone's suffering because of what I did.
Someone who pulled it together shushed them low.
"Everyone, quiet down. Monsters will come."
"Close the curtains. We're not advertising."
"So, we're leaving? No revenge?"
"Revenge? Five dead means the killer's stats are insane. Can we even take him?"
"His heartbeat could start pounding any second..."
"I'm going crazy. Ugh!"
"Be quiet!"
"My take? We bail ASAP. You guys are attached to supplies, but it's too risky. Grab your packs and go."
"No arguing—let's decide clean. Who's leaving?"
"Am I the only one staying? Scared of the killer?"
"Supplies we can farm again, but lives? Only one each... The deaths were close by..."
"Killer's probably nearby... I, I don't wanna fight him."
"Me neither."
The mood was all for bailing.
Makes sense—right near the kill site.
I'd shed the killer status, but they had no clue.
Just desperate to flee before the heartbeat hit.
"But leaving all these supplies..."
So conflicted.
I dug through my notebook and found a video file with a loud heartbeat.
Playing inside the cave wouldn't carry outside, but the plank could help.
I carefully set the notebook on the floor and folded the plank like a horn over it.
Hit play, and sure enough, the heartbeat boomed.
"If we're going, hurry up."
Yeah, so I can farm.
Hiding a gram of guilt, I stuck the horn out the dimension gate and played it.
Thump, thump, thump!
The notebook speaker echoed through the building hall.
"...What was that sound?"
"Not just me hearing it, right?"
"Killer! Run!"
Crashing and tumbling ensued.
Even with the horn pulled in, the panic raged.
A few grabbed single packs and bolted down stairs like they were falling, sprinting into the street.
Bye now.
Normally, they wouldn't fall for such a crude trap.
Notebook speakers sound thin and weak.
But the fanatics were cornered.
Freaking out over the killer, then boom—heartbeat. Panic city.
I waited minutes more, confirmed no one around, then went up.
"Quite the stockpile."
No plans to take it all.
Shelter space tight—pick what I like.
I opened the dimension gate and chucked piles from living room and bedroom inside.
"Jelly too. The ducklings will love it."
Plenty of pouch spam.
Canned spam no-go, so they hoarded pricey pouches.
Pouch soju, smokes... Lots.
I leisurely packed while eyeing outside.
"Come back, and you're dead."
Wanted to tell the fleeing fanatics sincerely.
No chase since they ran, but.
Return, find supplies gone, burn for revenge? Won't last long.
But...
Rooting supplies nearly emptied it.
I scoured the one-rooms, scraping everything into the gate.
This part's the most fun.
Yorul's family and I agreed to move to Dog Island.
Before hauling gear, recon first.
Arrive to monster swarm? Trouble.
Ji-man and I took a boat from the pier, rowing.
By Dog Island, all sorts of fish stuck to the boat.
"Ji-man, no starving worries for you."
"Fish fine, but later deer or boars? Worry."
"Why?"
"They approach 'cause they like me. Eating 'em feels bad..."
He could think that way.
If I had it, thanks—gobble 'em up.
Silence fell, just rowing sounds.
He said,
"Might just live on shellfish..."
No good.
"It's fine. Apocalypse—no one judges you."
To me, shellfish or boar? Same. But not him.
He shook off gloom, rowed hard.
"Dunno. I'll do what hyung says. Wanna live..."
"Good."
Long solo survivor—sheds gloom quick.
Makes sense; positivity or bust.
Dog Island: 20 minutes.
Tied boat at quiet pier, landed.
Just waves now and then.
"Seems empty?"
"Yeah..."
With Yu-hyun, quick recon. No her—boots on ground.
Visitor center: metal dust piles.
Ji-man said golden pig statue was there.
Decent building, but frame crumbled, glass shattered down.
"Can't live here, right? No heat—winter freeze."
"Heatless fine for me..."
Not me.
Inside: rotten food stench.
Crackers, cup ramen intact.
Grab later.
Coastal path: bird corpses at aviary.
"Hyung, rabbits there."
Ji-man spotted rabbit pack.
Escaped us somehow, playing park, fled.
Close-up Ji-man? They'd approach.
Beach walk: few buildings.
Memorial hall, octagon pavilion tops.
Tiny isle—no more. Sculptures eyed, back to pier.
"No monsters?"
"Yeah. Felt nothing."
"Memorial decent. Center glass-gone, unlivable. Stinky too."
"Dump gear at center, move later?"
"Yeah."
Rowed back mainland.
Zombies welcomed hot. Long knife response.
"I'll tell kids. Pack at hideout. Watch orcs, ghouls."
"After packing, stay put?"
"I'll raise flag. Move on that."
He nodded, sprinted.
Lotsa work—good stamina, fast.
Won't get ghoul-snagged.
I dodged monsters to Yorul's hideout.
Yorul spotted me binoculars, door open.
"Uncle, Dog Island?"
"Good. Memorial livable-ish, others not."
"Center, pavilion?"
"Center hollowed, no. Pavilion not for living—winter death."
"Hate cold."
"Memorial rooms: blankets, bags fine. Jun-ho, Do-hyeong?"
"Last farm. Gotta keep farming."
Hideout: gear packed neat.
Damn thorough.
Chatting, duo gasped in packs-on.
Gathered kids.
"Listen. Boat fits us, gear one each. Got it?"
"Yep."
"Friend falls? Don't look back. I handle— no hesitate."
All nodded eager.
Got it.
Solo runs easy, but one snag? Headache.
Better aggro, me-handle.
Packs one-each, roof—flag up.
"Go."
Pier race on.
As expected, monsters chased.
Four running? Obvious.
Even evolved ghoul.
"No look back—run!"
Yelled at kids, drew long knife, shield, turned.
Caw!
Zombie rush easy—heads off.
Ghoul problem.
Freakish skeleton, lizard-more than human.
Quadruped scurry—chills anyone.
Me? Seen tons, numb.
"Ugly in real life too."
Dumb joke—enraged, tongue out long, leaped.
Shield up trajectory.
Thud! Scrrch!
Ghoul claws scraped wood shield.
Gap: sidestep, long knife arm-off.
Green blood, arm soared.
Kek!
Combat Instinct activated.
Charged screeching ghoul.
Maw wide, tongue—already ducked.
"Bye."
Long knife full neck sever.
Headless flop, green blood pool.
Not done.
Hotspot rumor—goblins alley-watched.
Long knife hilt bonk shield.
"Come all at once."
Saw solo, bold—charged herd.
Your mistake lesson.
Paralysis darts flew—slash suit blocked most.
One joint hit—Paralysis Resistance shone.
Three goblins joy at kneel—approached yipping.
Power surge—stood.
Kiik!
Three spooked, tumbled.
Long knife merciless slash.
Ugly heads, limbs scattered.
Others fled alley scared.
Quiet now.
Ran pier.
Kids awed.
"Hyung total badass."
"Uncle could smash all monsters here."
"Orcs tough for me."
Words so, but knife-shield win orc too.
Familiar moves, Instinct bonus—light body.
Orc slow—exploit delay...
Safer ranged.
Wait—Ji-man pack-on, huffed in.
Boarded, Jun-ho Do-hyeong rowed hard.
Awkward start, boys—quick adapt.
Boat to Dog Island us aboard.
That evening.
Memorial settled, rare peace savored.
Few supplies, zero monsters.
No worry rest—benches sprawled.
"Rest now, eat sleep, tomorrow grind. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
Run-row tired—no gripes.
Island hope real.
Small, but room for us, food ok.
Soil big—veggie garden.
Fertilizer: our greens grow.
With Ji-man, faster.
Yorul head-on-shoulder, straightened.
"Uncle, split teams? One farms land, one island work."
"Easier?"
Me, Jun-ho, Do-hyeong mobile best—but duo ok?
Island comfy.
Luck—keen.
"Ji-man hyung here right. Tomorrow sashimi? Hehe."
"Hyung hyung, conger eels sea."
Ji-man smiled, nodded.
"Fish plenty."
Sorted-ish.
Island stay: Ji-man, Yorul.
Safe, but work heavy—not easy.
Dinner chat future plans.
"Early October gym folks come. Days left few."
My words—Yorul cautious lip.
"Heard lots, dunno what kinda."
"Good people. Gym 'cause started there. Hyung I know owned."
"Aha."
Gym plus Zombie Queen intro.
Faces fear-tinged.
"Wh-why with gym folks?"
"Dunno... Likes 'em?"
No need explain me-Dajeong here.
Jun-ho Do-hyeong: Cheol-jun rumors hype.
"Feeds people to zombie minions."
"Nights orgy with zombies..."
"..."
Yorul frowned hard—why?
Dajeong's karma.
Rampage rumors evil-twist.
She no-care type.
To me, Dajeong island-life no-fit.
Zombie-help then bail likely.
Monsters for trait shine.
Dajeong to Jinju bad.
Zombie Queen shady guy rumors.
Keep Changwon.
Then notebook-fiddling Ji-man.
"Farming dungeon soon."
"Farming dungeon?"
"What's that?"
Already time?
Like my gate.
Timed, no headcount limit only diff.
Connects where? Unknown.
Farming 'cause loot galore.
No it—survival tighter.
Ji-man explained rough, kids starry-eyed notebook.
"Hyung this notebook..."
"Broadcast notes. Not tons."
"Whose?"
"Kimbap Lover, Survival Life pro. Great guy."
No great...
After, Ji-man hyped me more.
Good but kind cool? Skip...
End of Island and Dungeon - 2