Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: Bunny Duo - 4
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The sudden intruder was no ordinary survivor.
There couldn't possibly be anyone in Changwon bold enough to interfere while he was in the middle of a fight.
Anyone with that kind of skill was already dead.
All that remained were the survivors scraping by, staying off his radar.
So what was this guy?
Cheol-seong glared at the two hiding in the building, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Zombies had surrounded the walls.
With the Deathmatch event underway, escaping death was nearly impossible.
But for some reason, an ominous feeling gnawed at him.
'Is this really Kimbap Lover?'
Bunny Duo was probably just bluffing.
If it was Kimbap Lover, he'd be the most infuriating of the veteran quartet.
The only veteran to have faced him in a Deathmatch.
And the coward who ditched his sword and fled.
'No way a guy like that would reveal himself.'
Kimbap Lover was infamous in the auction house, after all—and not in a good way.
No one had actually seen him, so people grumbled if he was even still alive.
The mocking ranking proved he was, though.
'Ugh.'
Cheol-seong clutched his right shoulder.
The wound was too severe; even swinging a fist was a struggle right now.
Thanks to his recovery skills, it was healing, but it would take time.
The problem was how long full recovery would take.
'Lucky or unlucky?'
If he held out, victory was certain, but Cheol-seong wanted to end it now.
He spat and tried moving his right arm—agony surged through him.
But it was much better than at first.
To deal with both, he'd have to use his left hand.
He drew his long knife and focused his vision.
The murderer's signature red glow spread out.
By now, their heartbeats would be thundering in their ears.
"Where'd you little rats hide..."
Cheol-seong walked leisurely, trying to infer the intruder's traits.
The arrow's penetration was one thing, but that massive bolt was baffling.
A bolt that thick required a huge crossbow—where had it come from?
Hiding weapons in subspace, maybe?
But that would make it unlikely to be Kimbap Lover.
'No way Kimbap Lover has that kind of ability.'
A veteran with over 5,500 hours.
While others had infinite resurrection or zombie control, just subspace?
'Scratch that possibility.'
The more he thought, the less likely it seemed to be Kimbap Lover.
Probably Bunny Duo's bluff.
Cheol-seong swung his long knife as he advanced.
No need to run in a Deathmatch.
Zombies would narrow the field over time.
It was also due to the Murderer's common Deathwalk skill.
A steady walk pressured survivors more than a sprint.
Bunny Duo might shrug it off, but the intruder was probably shaking by now.
He clearly saw one figure crouched behind the wall.
Small build—Bunny Duo.
A typical murderer would taunt, "Given up already?"
But Cheol-seong stayed cautious.
Bunny Duo was naked, yet had stats that could actually hurt him.
He'd held the advantage in close quarters, but no devastating blows.
Swinging the long knife awkwardly with his left hand made the figure flinch.
"Where's the other one..."
He scanned around, but obstacles made it tough.
Didn't matter.
Time was on his side anyway.
He started toward Bunny Duo.
The heartbeat pounded loudly.
Cooperation was key to surviving a Deathmatch.
But opportunities for real teamwork were rare.
Synchronizing wasn't easy.
Sloppy moves got you sliced by the overpowering murderer.
Unless you were one of the few long-time players.
They synced effortlessly, reading vibes and situations like a seesaw.
These rare players were called survival demons.
Kimbap Lover and Bunny Duo were among them.
Their combined playtime easily topped 10,000 hours.
Long-time partners knew each other's intentions instantly.
That edge shone against Cheol-seong.
When Bunny Duo burst out, Cheol-seong tried pinpointing the intruder.
But he vanished.
His vision needed more time to sharpen.
Cheol-seong menaced Bunny Duo with the long knife, but he charged without hesitation.
"Seck-tsu!"
"Got some breathing room, huh?"
From the pointless yell.
Bunny Duo's high kick narrowly grazed Cheol-seong's head.
He reflexively tried his right shoulder—searing pain hit.
"Ugh!"
Habits were terrifying.
Left hand on the knife, yet this embarrassment.
As he hesitated, Bunny Duo spun midair and kicked with his other foot.
Cheol-seong blocked with his arm; recoil shoved them apart.
That's when the intruder appeared.
"Hah!"
The right-rear window behind Cheol-seong's blind spot shattered as Sung-ho leaped in.
Crash!
Using rope, he invaded the hallway in one go and kicked Cheol-seong's head.
Normally he'd dodge, but he was already reeling back.
"Urk!"
Cheol-seong took a heavy hit and tumbled.
Whish!
The long knife spun through the air.
Seok-hyeon snatched it and dove onto Cheol-seong.
All in under a second.
A slight mismatch, and Cheol-seong would've countered.
But now he just writhed pathetically on the floor.
"Damn it!"
Cheol-seong cursed, staggering up.
Two hits cleared his vision; both figures sharpened.
Seok-hyeon charged with the long knife.
After that, close combat again?
Cheol-seong scoffed.
But Seok-hyeon's goal wasn't melee.
His right hand grabbed the window frame, halting him.
As Cheol-seong swung, Seok-hyeon's foot kicked the knife hilt toward himself.
"Tch!"
Point-blank—no dodging.
Cheol-seong barely shielded his face; the blade sank into his forearm.
Excruciating, but bearable.
But it didn't end there.
Shwick!
Something flew from Seok-hyeon's sides.
Retrieving his arm too late, Cheol-seong ate Emeras daggers bare.
Blades pierced his body.
"Gah!"
He finally dropped to one knee.
What perfect teamwork from these bastards!
"Raaah!"
From nowhere, Bunny Duo charged with a long spear.
These damn survival demons!
Fury boiling, Cheol-seong surged up and caught the spear thrust with his hand.
"Hng!"
Immense pain, but he blocked Bunny Duo's rush.
Bunny Duo glanced back the instant it stopped—not a flinch, a signal.
Cheol-seong caught on.
The thick bolt that pierced his shoulder.
Thinking he'd outplayed their mind game, he dove sideways laughing.
But his vision caught not Bunny Duo's shock, but a foot.
"Fake, idiot!"
Crunch.
Bunny Duo's soccer kick caved Cheol-seong's nose bridge.
He couldn't brace and sprawled backward.
Only then did the bolt emerge midair.
Thud!
A finger-thick bolt embedded in his side; Cheol-seong's jaw dropped.
"Keurk!"
Soul-wrenching agony gripped him.
Crawling, he ground his teeth.
Holding out more was pointless.
Instinct screamed to flee.
Bunny Duo charged again, but Cheol-seong yanked his weapons free and bolted.
Zombies were closing the walls.
"We kill him here."
Sung-ho said, emerging from the dimension gate.
But not by his hand.
Friendly skills would ruin everything.
Useless without Murderer class—wasting terrain sense raw.
Seok-hyeon nodded in agreement.
He wanted to greet his friend, but chasing first.
But Cheol-seong vanished into zombies like unhurt.
They grumbled about his tankiness.
With the murderer gone, the Deathmatch awkwardly ended.
Zombie walls swarmed them.
Normal Sung-ho would've dimension-gated out.
But with his friend now.
No backing down.
Back-to-back, they glared at the zombies.
"Bunny Princess, they're staring."
"It's Seok-hyeon. Hwang Seok-hyeon."
Unexpected introductions; Sung-ho hesitated, then shared.
"Kang Sung-ho. First time meeting like this?"
"We've got one thing to do."
"Yeah? Let's break through those guys."
Through hundreds of zombies...
Absurd to outsiders.
But they were veterans with thousands of hours.
First meeting, yet they'd unilaterally crushed a murderer.
Rare combo this in sync in Survival Life.
They turned, confirming faces.
Bunny Duo thought, So this is Kimbap Lover.
Two ghouls leaped; each took a hit and rolled.
They shouted in unison.
"Seck-tsu!"
"Phew... Got most of it."
I dumped the weapons and clothes scavenged from the streets.
Seok-hyeon eyed the scattered clothes curiously.
"Put these on quick."
"Me?"
"Yeah. It's embarrassing watching you like this."
"But I like being like this."
"Sure, you might... but think from my side. What'll people think of the guy hanging with a naked dude?"
Seok-hyeon tilted his head—manly habit—then nailed it.
"That you're Kimbap Lover?"
"Exactly. So hurry up."
"But you're strong. Stronger than me."
Strong, so no need to hide, he thought.
My take differed.
"Nah. And even if true, I don't want to advertise it."
"Hmm."
"Please, for me. Come on."
I pleaded; he nodded, slipping on panties and jeans.
Then a t-shirt—sharp guy emerged.
"Whoa... looking good."
Clean up the wild hair and scruffy beard, and he'd be a real catch.
But Seok-hyeon's face darkened.
"Now I've got three things to take off..."
"Why are you so set on stripping? You're not an exhibitionist."
"Feels freeing. Try it yourself."
"Pass."
I quipped and sat beside him.
Right, this guy's in his 30s...
Odd bantering casually with an older bro.
But the vibe set in—no choice.
Da-jeong and I talked that way too.
"You don't know Duck Down Quack, right?"
"Nope."
"Name's Choi Da-jeong. Knew she's a girl."
"Where's she now?"
"Something came up. But first, your story, Seok-hyeon. Why suddenly decide to come down?"
Da-jeong too—I couldn't fathom them.
Even confident in skills, city-hopping was no joke.
Safer holing up where you're from.
He grinned wide, gums flashing.
"'Cause my friend's here."
Friend...
Weighty word.
Never thought someone'd see me that way.
We silently watched the sunset in the southern sky.
Suddenly, Seok-hyeon's stomach growled.
Time to feed him something.
"Hungry? Let's eat."
"Plenty over there. I'll catch some."
He pointed—goblins.
I shuddered.
"You don't eat those, right? They're poisonous."
"Poison's gone if you cook 'em."
He'd tried it.
His logic: simple.
"They eat us, so we eat them. Fair."
"Seok-hyeon... let's not give up on being human."
I desperately dissuaded him till he sat.
He looked baffled, like I'd get it if I tried.
Better move before he shoves goblin meat in my mouth.
I opened a dimension gate, pulling out kept griffon meat.
Buried in cold ground—still good.
People popping in/out of thin air; he barely reacted.
Didn't pry about traits.
Waiting till I tell him, like Da-jeong.
"Griffon meat. Tasty—try it."
I regretted instantly.
His eyes lit; he tore into the raw meat.
"Wait! Not eat it raw!"
Meant I'd cook it!
Snatched away, he pouted—like it was fine raw.
High-maintenance guy.
That evening.
After dinner, we shared drinks for the first time in ages.
The escaped murderer as anju.
"That guy's a national treasure, huh? How's he still kicking."
"Obsessive type. Won't give up on us."
"Gonna get beat again?"
Checked auction house—no comments from him.
Not hiding my identity, just solo obsession.
Good or bad?
We set a goal: someday hunt a Brute together—all of us.
But Seok-hyeon wanted Survivor1 out.
Why? He said:
"...Creepy guy."
Super subjective.
I said we'd see.
Da-jeong'd judge.
Hope she didn't beat him for groping.
"Hey, Seok-hyeon..."
Already asleep.
Exhausted from the trip down.
I pulled blankets and pillows from the shelter, rolled him onto them.
Sleep well. See you tomorrow, friend.
Bunny Duo - 4 End