I’m the Only One with Powers in the Apocalypse – Chapter 6

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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“Huff, huff.”

My heart felt like it would burst.

The crazy girls were still screaming and trembling in fear, and the storage room door I was pushing against was still rattling and vibrating.

“Huff, huff.”

First of all.

I wasn’t a particularly altruistic person.

I attacked the clerk to save myself, not to save these screaming attention-grabbers.

They were loitering near the entrance and then just sat down and trembled, how the hell was I supposed to get out?

If they had been bitten by the clerk and died, I would have been trapped here.

Not just with one, but with these attention-whore bitches turning into beasts as well, making it 3 against 1.

I didn’t know why I brought these screaming shits into the storage room.

Why did I do that?

“Ha… ha…”

Breathe, catch my breath, breathe.

Was I, for fuck’s sake!

Going to die stealing dumplings from a convenience store?!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Anyway, shit, I understood being scared when a monster with half its face ripped off lunged at you with its jaws wide open.

But why freeze and panic?

Didn’t they know that would get them killed?

“Kyaaagh! Agh! Aaagh!”

“Shut up, damn it! Can’t you be quiet?!”

I roared.

It didn’t matter if these bitches screamed or if the monsters outside roared, it was all the same.

Yelling at them made me even angrier.

“If you keep fucking screaming, more of them will come! Are you crazy?! Think, damn it!”

The screaming stopped.

The girls clung to each other, trembling, and stared at me.

They seemed to be glaring.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, they knew how to glare, how impressive. I wished they could glare at those beast-humans outside and kill them with their eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Kraaagh! Kraaagh! Kra!”

My arms were shaking.

I had managed to escape for now, but I had no idea what to do next.

This was incredibly stressful.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Kra! Kraaagh! Kra!”

These fucking beasts!

I gritted my teeth, feeling the vibrations in my back.

“Look… uh? I came here for food. I’ve already got it. When all this is over, I’ll leave here, and you’ll go your own way. And then, ugh, shit. Let’s never see each other again. Okay?”

Being with these crazy bitches would only shorten my lifespan.

If anyone lectured me about helping people and surviving together, please, take these siren bitches away.

I’d rather be cursed at and be on my own, damn it.

“Ha… ha…”

This was driving me insane.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Weren’t those beasts outside getting tired?

They were relentlessly banging on the door, the crazy bastards.

Shit. I couldn’t keep holding the door like this.

Keeping both hands pressed against the door, I looked around the storage room. There were several shelves inside.

Right. I’d use them.

The owner wasn’t coming back here anyway.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed a shelf on the right, pulling it towards the door.

Screech!

This one was heavy.

Ah, it was the shelf stacked with drinks.

After struggling to pull it over and block the door, I finally felt a bit relieved.

With two shelves wedged between the wall and the door, even if the door fell, they wouldn’t be able to get in from outside.

“…Ha… ha…”

I gasped for breath and finally sat down on the floor.

With three people inside, the storage room felt cramped.

Even though the banging continued outside, I felt a little more at ease.

The girls stayed as far away from me as possible, clinging to each other and trembling. Their faces were pale.

Yeah, shit.

Just stay like that.

Don’t talk to me.

“Hoo…”

I let out a long sigh and looked up.

…Accelerate.

Would I have been able to fend off the clerk without Accelerate?

I looked down at the baton.

Blood and hair were matted to it.

…Disgusting, shit… This was driving me crazy.

…But…

Accelerate saved my life.

It said “Auto-cast,” but I didn’t know exactly when it activated.

So far, it had triggered at pretty opportune moments, allowing me to escape danger. So the timing wasn’t bad.

I didn’t know if I could turn off Auto-cast, but I’d leave it on for now.

…Ah.

The message said I leveled up, right?

“…Status.”

…Just 1 point?

Ha…

Couldn’t it be a bit more generous?

Accelerate was important. I needed to raise my Spirit first.

How did I do that?

Tapping the Spirit tab did nothing.

The Distribution Point was blinking.

I tapped on Distribution Point, and then the stats started blinking. Ah, that’s how it worked.

After putting 1 point into Spirit, I felt a sense of emptiness.

I almost died, and all I got was 1 stat point.

Damn it.

Chosen One, they said.

I was chosen, they said, shit!

So, couldn’t I get, like, a submachine gun and some ammo?! Or a fucking grenade! Something to kill all these monsters! What was this?!

Ugh… This was so frustrating.

“Ha… ha…”

Now that the tension had subsided, I felt thirsty.

I took the Gatorade out of my bag and gulped it down.

I think I drank about half of it in one go.

“Ha…”

Ah, refreshing.

Banging outside, clueless bitches sitting there pale-faced, and I was trapped.

But at least the drink was cold and refreshing.

Okay.

Calm down.

Let’s calm down.

I had to assess the situation rationally.

First of all, those things were dangerous.

I could only use Accelerate once, and if those things swarmed me, I was dead.

I had to increase the number of times I could use Accelerate.

To do that, I had to kill those things and level up.

…Ambush was the only option.

Pick off lone ones, activate Accelerate, rush in, and kill them in one blow.

I was worried about Mom and Dad.

And the bitch, I didn’t know why, but I was worried about her too.

I hoped she hadn’t died eating tteokbokki.

To confirm if my family was alive, and to survive, leveling up was the most important thing right now.

Eating, sleeping, and shitting weren’t important.

Leveling up was.

…Leveling up…

Why did I level up?

…Did I level up from fighting?

There was no experience bar on the status window.

Maybe I could find out by looking at something else?

“Achievements.”

…Nothing changed.

Ah, right.

“Inventory.”

Oh.

Something appeared.

…Soul Stone?

What was this?

Tapping it with my finger did nothing.

Soul Stone? Stone of the Soul…

…Soul…

Ah…

The clerk I beat up, was he dead?

Did this enter my inventory because he died?

That was the only explanation I could think of.

I could check when I got out of here.

Anyway, I had decided on a way to survive.

I could get food from convenience stores or other shops. For now, at least.

Damn it.

I wished I were in America.

I heard they had gun stores in supermarkets or even on the streets.

If I had a shotgun, surviving would be much easier…

No.

I had a baton.

Damn it, this was better than nothing.

…Huh?

The baton…

…It looked dented?

Looking closely, the metal rod was slightly bent.

Ah, shit.

I thought it was sturdy, but it was less durable than I thought…

I wouldn’t be able to use it many more times.

…I needed to get a weapon.

A weapon…

Where could I find one?

“…Ha, damn it.”

I rubbed my forehead and leaned against the wall.

They were bitten, their throats torn out, blood spurting everywhere, yet they got up screaming. These weren’t normal. They defied common sense.

They should have died a hundred times over.

Breaking their limbs or hitting them wouldn’t be enough to take them down.

Like just now, I had to attack the head and kill them…

…The heart?

Would they stop if I attacked the heart?

…The heart…

…No.

I just thought about it.

They were bitten in the neck, blood spurting everywhere, with injuries that should have killed them a hundred times over, yet they were still running around just fine.

It had nothing to do with the heart.

…The head.

I had to crush their heads.

Gripping the baton, I steeled my resolve.

Just now, I had swung it instinctively, half out of my mind. I wasn’t thinking about killing or anything.

I just swung.

Two hits to the head and it died…

I was lucky.

But from now on, it would be different.

I had to aim for the head.

With the intention to kill.

…This was making me nervous.

The baton’s handle felt rough.

It was probably a non-slip grip.

I ran my fingers over the bumpy surface and took a deep breath.

I could do this.

Those things bit people and attacked with the intention to kill.

Then I would attack with the intention to kill them.

A life-or-death struggle, blow for blow.

A fair game.

…Wait.

But the victims…

There weren’t any bodies on the street.

…Bitten in the neck, blood spurting like a fountain…

The police officer and the convenience store clerk too…

Wasn’t it illogical that they could still move with those injuries and after losing so much blood?

…No way.

No way those things…

Were already dead, were they?

No fucking way…

They weren’t zombies…

Zombies walked!

Slowly, groaning!

It was illogical that they could jump around like that even after dying!

So, no.

They couldn’t be dead.

…But their injuries definitely looked fatal.

“Ha…”

I didn’t understand any of this.

Just sitting here was making my head spin.

The banging outside had stopped.

I could still faintly hear growling.

“…Um…”

One of the girls spoke.

Her voice was hoarse.

She’d lost her voice from screaming.

I glanced at them.

The girl in jeans and a t-shirt said,

“Thank you… for saving us.”

…Right.

I didn’t know why I saved them. Probably only God knew. Not that I believed in God or anything.

I nodded.

“I’m sorry for yelling earlier. Are you hurt?”

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