The Heavenly Demon is Hunting Zombies (7)

"Hwaryong! Do you have any idea how scared I was?! My body wouldn't move, it was chaotic outside, I kept hearing those groaning 'uuurgh' sounds, and the viewers were laughing at me!"

After dealing with the trash outside and treating Enri, she started pouring out a stream of complaints. Even though I had saved her by leaping over countless corpses, I still had to listen to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her nagging. This felt a bit unfair.

"Anyway, you're alive now, aren't you? Isn't that what matters?"

"I'm truly grateful that you got the vaccine! But if it was you, Hwaryong, wasn't there another way?!"

"I told you. That was the best I could do."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

It was true that I had reached lofty heights, but I wasn't the kind of person who could perform miracles with the body of an ordinary person who wasn't even third-rate. If there was someone who could do that, they would be a god from legends rather than a human.

"But... Kyaaaaak?!"

I kicked the head of a zombie that had climbed through the window, sending it back down to the ground.

The fortunate thing was that Enri's grumbling couldn't last long. I had only dealt with the immediate annoyances, so the swarm of approaching undead remained. Enri was still not free from their threat.

"You didn't finish them all off?!"

"The current me is a powerless ordinary person. How could I face so many undead with just a single sword?"

"Powerless?!"

I didn't understand why such reactions were coming out. If this trivial body that couldn't even become my true body in Hwaryong Muin wasn't powerless, then what could be considered powerless?

"Haa. There's no helping it. Since it's come to this, I'll have to show you my FPS skills."

"Hmm?"

"Don't go around telling people! They might send me DMs asking me to debut as a pro!"

Enri shouted confidently while holding her firearm, but her appearance wasn't the least bit reliable. Enri. As her friend, it's sorry to say this, but you really can't handle firearms well, can you? Do you know how many times my appetite was ruined while eating and watching your stream, seeing the things you do?

The viewers watching my broadcast empathized with my feelings, but I didn't pass it on to Enri. Her face had turned bright red, so it seemed she was getting an earful from her own stream viewers as well.

"Fine. Let's see you try."

No matter how absurd the statement, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if you prove it yourself, it's not just empty boasting, right? Enri. I don't believe in you, but I'd appreciate it if you could earn some trust.

When I patted her on the shoulder and said that, Enri straightened her shoulders with effort.

"Let's go!"

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Hgyaaaak! Hwaryong! Your hand! Your hand!"

"I'm moving while knowing all that, so stop making such a fuss."

"But. But! Kyaaaak!"

"My ears hurt."

Why was she still scared after seeing those things all day long? At this point, shouldn't she be used to it no matter how disgusting it was?

After the first night of the zombies ended, several days had passed in the game. In real time, nearly ten hours had gone by. During that time, we did our best to escape this damned world. If the only choices were to die or escape, of course we had to choose the latter.

There were various incidents during the process. Enri proving that her firearm handling skills were terrible. My movements when handling a gun for the first time being much better than hers. Thinking what the hell, there are so many when seeing the horde during the second zombie night. Obtaining vaccines every time we took down a zombie with a yellow bag as if to compensate for the vaccine not appearing before. Having to cut off the neck of the variant zombie staying near the radio tower. After countless events that were hard to explain, we finally faced the third zombie night.

We were running toward the department store swarming with the undead for our escape. To be precise, I was carrying Enri like a piece of luggage on my back while trampling on the zombies' faces and running.

If I gritted my teeth and fought continuously, suppressing all of them wasn't impossible. However, we didn't have that kind of leisure right now. After going through all sorts of twists and turns with Enri, we had barely managed to call a helicopter. We couldn't just watch it fly away from afar because we couldn't reach the department store roof.

We arrived at the front of the department store desperately, but that place was also full of zombies. They were completely blocking the entrance. It felt like they had malicious intent not to let us escape.

If we tried to enter through the entrance, we'd get swept up in the zombie wave and crushed to death, so we had to look for another way.

Window? That wasn't a bad idea.

"Hwaryong?! If we keep going like this, it looks like we'll crash into the wall! It feels like we're going to have a traffic accident!"

Ignoring the fussing voice beside me, I stepped on a zombie's head. One ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠step. Then two steps while stepping on the wall. In the airborne state, I grabbed the window sill and pulled my body up.

Huu. Damn it. Was it because I had overworked this body until now? The body in the game was complaining about its limits. It was amazing that it had followed me this far. With the body of an ordinary person who couldn't even reach third-rate, I had done all sorts of things. No matter how well I used the body, there was a limit.

Looking at the trembling arms for a moment, I turned my eyes inside the glass window.

"I-I'm alive!"

"Not yet, Enri."

It was too early to say we were alive with the things lurking in front of us. I didn't know who made this game, but they were truly wicked.

"Crazy."

Perhaps they heard our voices. The zombies beyond the window turned their gazes toward us. If we stayed like this, we'd be pushed off the sill and join the sea of undead. We had come this far; that couldn't happen.

In my mind, I wanted to advance by stepping on their heads again, but the ceiling was low. In a situation where movement was restricted, there was a high chance of getting entangled in the zombies' flailing, so attempting a breakthrough would be better.

I took out the shotgun slung on my back and took a deep breath.

"Enri. I'll open the path, so follow me properly."

I kicked the window to break it and gave the ones in front a baptism of bullets. Enri had called it the blessing of holy gunpowder before. Since it was sending the dead back to where they belonged, it could be seen as a kind of purification.

After landing on the department store floor, I fired three shots forward to push the zombies back.

Haha. These damned things. They were like waves crashing from the sea. Even if you push them back slightly with human strength, they fill the space again. If they weren't disgusting, smelly, and noisy, I might have admired them.

I wildly fired the shotgun to open a path to the stairs, but I ran out of bullets. There was no time to reload.

I smashed the head of the one reaching for me with the shotgun butt and drew the sword from my waist.

"Enri! Are you following well?!"

"Yesss!"

"If you fall behind, I'll give you special training, so do as you will."

"Yesss?! No! Special training?!"

Glancing at Enri who was screaming and pulling the trigger, I swung my sword. Around the time we went from the second floor to the third, the blade broke. It didn't seem like it would break, but seeing it split in half, it must have been something in the game system.

So I took out the bat I had prepared in advance. The bat that had accompanied us from the third to the fifth floor broke with a snap as we passed the stairs to the sixth floor.

From then on, I had no choice but to use my fists.

When we finally arrived at the roof, it was also packed full of zombies.

Good grief. Did these things spawn here or something? Why were there so many? It was true that there was no place in this city without undead lurking, but this was a bit too much.

"There are still this many..."

Enri, who had desperately locked the roof door behind us, sighed as she looked at the zombies on the roof.

It was then. The walkie-talkie in Enri's arms made a static noise, and a voice flowed out.

Enri clutched the walkie-talkie, her neck veins bulging, but it didn't change their answer. They were afraid of the zombies too. So it was a time limit. Clear every last one of them within two minutes?

I examined my body. This body had already reached its limit. I was forcing it to move with sheer will, but it would collapse if touched. With no weapons in this state, clear that entire zombie horde in two minutes?

"Enri. What's the status of your weapons?"

"They all broke ages ago! I'm bare-handed!"

So she'd become dead weight.

"Hmmm. Since the game is being so unreasonable, I suppose I have to be unreasonable as well."

"Huh?"

"If the game is going to push things this far, I have no choice but to push back."

Two minutes should be enough to escape alive even if I burned my own life force as fuel. It might be called cheating, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but they were the ones who tried to kill us first. They struck first, so I was simply returning the favor.

I pressed the vital points. I controlled the explosive energy generated by using the internal energy within my body. Since this body hadn't learned any martial arts, using energy caused it to break down, but what did it matter? Dealing with that trash only required a single step.

Hmmm. After dealing with those pests by hand all day, using martial arts felt incredibly refreshing.

I looked around the now spotless rooftop with satisfaction and nodded. From afar came the noisy sound of helicopter rotors slicing through the air.

"Enri. Tell them this place is safe now."