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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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He whirled through them.
Immediately after, he caught his breath at the subway entrance.
Roars echoed.
Things collapsed with a crash and a rumble.
Then, one after another, they crumpled to the ground.
Leaving behind the chaotic noises, the commotion, and the screams-laden roars, he walked towards the supermarket building.
“…Phew.”
He swung his sword to remove the blood and sheathed it.
[Level Up x3]
Three levels at a time.
They were steadily piling up.
The subway was overflowing with them.
Even after killing sixty, it hardly made a dent.
The sight of human-shaped figures filling the passage and the stairs was dizzying.
However, he was rather pleased.
Each of their heads was a stepping stone to his growth.
“Status.”
…Level 54.
He allocated 3 points to HP, bringing it to 80.
He wanted to raid. Right now.
He wanted to go down there and slice off their heads.
He wanted to kill even one more, raid even one more time.
Survival Specialist.
Wasn’t that a pretty good name?
In this day and age, survival meant killing someone.
Whether they were a zombie or a pathetic human, if they blocked his path, he would kill them.
That was the apocalypse.
That was survival.
The Survival Specialist’s Recovery skill, which helped him recover faster, was a perfect match for the apocalypse.
However, it wasn’t a specialization directly related to offense.
Its role was solely to support other specializations.
Shadow Warrior.
Wild Hunter.
Space Explorer.
…He didn’t know for sure, but these specializations were probably related to offense. At least Warrior and Hunter. Those two had to be offensive.
If recovery was secured through Survival Specialist…
If only recovery was secured, utilizing other specializations would become easier.
It was a specialization that supported all other specializations from behind.
He had chosen it haphazardly, but the result wasn’t bad.
If it was a support specialization that he would have to level up eventually, it was better to do it now.
Rather than reaching a high level, hitting a tedious leveling grind with no increase in combat power, it suited his temperament to get it over with at a low level and quickly gain combat power as he leveled up.
In that sense, the subway and Survival Specialist…
They were quite a well-matched pair.
The elevator doors opened.
The 10th floor.
Soaked in blood, he walked down the hallway.
His heart pounded.
He couldn’t calm down.
He wanted to kill more.
…He needed to compose himself.
Morning.
He just had to wait until morning.
He took deep breaths as he passed by the apartments.
Unit 22, Unit 23.
He looked at Unit 1023.
Soo-hyun would be asleep.
“…………”
He grabbed the door of Unit 24 across the hall and opened it.
A faint scent of shampoo.
Had she just showered?
Did Ye-eun have a habit of showering before bed?
…She was a good woman.
He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
It closed slowly, almost silently.
He took off his clothes, tossed them by the shoes at the entrance, and went into the bathroom.
The mirror.
…Who was this guy?
Covered in blood, his face was crimson.
His skin was barely visible.
Droplets of blood trickled down his body from where his clothes had been.
Bloodstains mixed with sweat, clinging stickily.
But above all, his eyes.
His own eyes.
…Were they always this fierce?
They were quite unfamiliar.
He turned on the shower and put his head under the spray.
Blood flowed down.
The cool sensation washed over his entire body.
“…Haa…”
Refreshing.
It felt good.
However, the violent feeling didn’t subside.
If he had any energy left, he would go out right now and slaughter them all.
He wanted to grow stronger.
He closed his eyes.
Cautious footsteps sounded from outside the door.
“…Su…Sung-hoon oppa… is that you…?”
“Yes.”
The water rushed down.
He looked towards the door.
“…I… I came to the wrong… place again.”
He chuckled.
And he opened the bathroom door.
Ye-eun was standing there.
A pure face.
Cautious eyes.
A pretty, teacher-like face.
…She slept in knee-length pajamas.
Ye-eun looked at his naked body and turned her head.
Her nape was white.
He spoke.
“You didn’t come to the wrong place.”
Ye-eun gasped.
Her face flushed instantly.
He said,
“Wait for me in bed.”
Ye-eun didn’t answer.
He slowly closed the door and put his head back under the shower.
…The blood was still running.
A blood-soaked body, fierce eyes.
Hmm.
She wasn’t scared, was she?
He didn’t know.
Ah, so refreshing.
He just wished he could do something about this burning feeling in his chest, this urge to go out and kill them all.
He washed himself with shampoo and body wash and stepped out of the bathroom.
Ye-eun was sitting on the bed.
The lights were off.
He’d wondered if she might escape to her sister’s room or to Soo-hyun while he was showering, but he was mistaken.
He smiled.
He wasn’t sure how his somewhat fierce eyes looked right now.
It was probably too dark to see.
He sat down next to Ye-eun.
And immediately put his arm around her shoulders.
Even with a naked man putting his arm around her, Ye-eun only gasped; she didn’t move.
He kissed her lips and gently laid her down on the bed.
Her lips were very soft.
He pushed his tongue in, and she naturally opened her mouth.
She didn’t stick her own tongue out.
She seemed shy.
He caressed her breasts over her pajamas.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
That made him happy.
They weren’t very large, but they were cute breasts that fit perfectly in his hand.
He enjoyed the feel of her nipples between his fingers.
He kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe, then lifted her pajamas to expose her breasts.
And he took a nipple into his mouth.
“…Hng.”
She flinched and trembled.
He enjoyed it.
He moved his hand down, straight to Ye-eun’s pajama pants.
He had no intention of leisurely caressing her over her panties.
He immediately put his hand inside her panties.
There was a light dusting of hair.
Not much.
It wasn’t rough.
Soft hair lightly sprouting on a smooth mound.
She must naturally not have much hair.
As he pushed his finger into her opening, she flinched again with a gasp.
She was already wet.
Ye-eun, too, had been sitting alone, anticipating something while he showered.
He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and took off her pants and panties together.
His lower body was already fully aroused and throbbing.
He had no intention of waiting, no intention of being gentle.
He grabbed Ye-eun’s hips and pulled her towards him.
“Haa!”
She gasped in surprise.
He leaned over and embraced her.
Then, holding his penis with one hand, he gently rubbed it against her opening.
Up, and then down.
…The hollow space.
He found it.
Ye-eun flinched and grabbed his shoulders.
“W…Wait…”
He didn’t want to.
Ignoring her words, he pushed his hips forward.
A soft sensation reached all the way to the base of his penis, touching his pubic bone.
“…Ah!”
Ye-eun trembled and hugged him tightly.
…Yes.
This was it.
This feeling rising from his lower body.
The soft, slick tightness.
He held Ye-eun for a moment, feeling the warmth rising from her chest, lower abdomen, and lower body.
It felt good.
Ye-eun was panting softly, clinging to his shoulders.
He whispered in her ear,
“…I’m moving.”
And without waiting for her consent, he lowered his hips slightly.
The slick friction reached the tip of his penis.
Then, he thrust.
The snug tightness reached all the way to the base.
“…Hng.”
Listening to Ye-eun’s increasingly rapid breathing, he slowly moved back and forth.
Faster and faster, more and more rhythmically.
“…Hng. Haa, Ahng. Ahh. Ungh.”
She moaned cutely.
She was a good cook and quite tight, a woman who knew how to please a man.
She’d make a good wife.
Though she tried to hold back, Ye-eun’s escaping moans gradually filled the room.
Seven o’clock in the morning.
All his stats had recovered.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror.
…His eyes had returned to normal.
He’d done it three times last night.
He’d come inside her, then while they showered together, he’d come in her mouth. Then, he’d needlessly gone back over in the early morning and pounced on her while she was sleeping and come inside her again.
She hadn’t seemed to mind him coming inside her, so maybe she was on the pill?
No way.
Well, he didn’t particularly want to ask.
If she was, she was. If not, not.
He simply washed his face and put on the clothes he’d taken out the night before.
This apartment, it seemed like a woman lived here, but for some reason there were a few men’s clothes.
Her boyfriend must have frequently slept over.
Ye-eun was still asleep naked in bed.
He’d let her sleep.
He’d tormented her enough until dawn.
He picked up his sword and went outside.
There were still quite a few snacks left in his bag.
He could go straight there without stopping by the supermarket.
He took the elevator down and walked straight to the subway.
…The morning air.
It smelled faintly burnt.
There was a light fog.
It was probably the smell of the fog.
There were dark clouds too; it looked like it might rain.
He looked up at the sky and chuckled.
Rain would be good.
He hoped for a downpour.
To wash away the blood.
He arrived at the subway and immediately went down the stairs.
Growl
Their growls still vibrated the air.
At the bottom of the stairs, sixty corpses rotted.
He stepped through the bodies and moved forward.
Getting closer.
To the restroom.
He inhaled.
“Come here!”
Roar!
Their heads turned.
He smiled.
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