I’m the Only One with Powers in the Apocalypse – Chapter 66

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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Hmm.

He’d completed four more achievements.

The title achievement was probably the Storage, wasn’t it?

He tapped number 9.

Right.

That made a total of 4 Storage slots.

Number 9 was done, what about the others…

“Ugh.”

Damn, he needed to pee.

He went into the bathroom, relieved himself, and then, since he didn’t feel like leaving, he just sat on the toilet.

And he tapped the 100 HP achievement.

Huh?!

A skill?!

He immediately opened his status window.

He had another passive skill.

He tapped Limit Breaker.

Hmm?

What did it mean by enhanced physical abilities?

He looked down at his hands.

He turned his hand over and looked at the back.

His tattoo was visible through the hole on the back of the Maintenance Glove.

…Nothing seemed different.

He looked around.

There wasn’t much to see in a toilet stall.

He grabbed the toilet lid and applied pressure.

Crack!

The corner of the toilet lid broke off.

He looked down at his hand.

Pieces and fragments of the toilet lid crumbled and fell from his hand.

“…Crazy.”

Could he have broken this with one hand before?

Absolutely not.

This thing was incredibly sturdy.

He stood up and grabbed the top of the door.

He squeezed it tightly in his grip.

The bathroom door splintered and came off in his hand.

Dumbfounded, he held the piece of wood that used to be the door and chuckled.

His strength had certainly improved.

…Improved strength?

He looked down at the sword at his waist.

He had been stabbing with it all this time.

Because stabbing was a surefire way to kill.

He had been hesitant to slash because he wasn’t sure if he could cut through a skull with his strength, no matter how sharp the blade was.

Cutting through a skull and stabbing a hole in it were completely different.

Just thinking about it, slashing required much more force.

Thanks to the Maintenance Gloves, there was no problem with maintaining the sharpness of the blade. The problem had been the strength in his arms and back.

What if the blade got stuck in the middle of the skull while he was trying to slash?

He would lose the opportunity to stab a few more times.

That was why he’d been stabbing…

But now, he could just slash, couldn’t he?

He left the restroom and, as a test, slashed downwards at a door.

Shatter!

It cut cleanly.

It didn’t even feel like he’d exerted much effort.

He smiled.

“…I like this.”

He’d been a bit disappointed when he found out he couldn’t reach 135 HP, but this more than made up for it.

Feeling satisfied, he swung his sword a few times in the air, then sheathed it.

Shing Click

Good.

Next.

“Achievements.”

He might as well open them in order since he was opening them anyway.

He tapped number 7.

What was the Malignant Entity elimination achievement again?

…He had forgotten.

Right, the Malignant Entity elimination achievement gave a tattoo.

“…Ugh…”

He put his hand on his hip and sighed, and then smoke started rising from his right arm.

He looked at his arm; the flame tattoo that had reached his elbow now extended to his shoulder.

Rings had also appeared near his deltoid.

“Haa… Tsk.”

Right.

He knew this would happen.

He’d already had his fill of frustration when he’d become a “tattoo freak” last time, so he would just sigh.

He opened his status window, and sure enough,

The tattoo level had increased.

He tapped the tattoo.

Hmm…

Resistance to diseases.

Slightly increased injury recovery speed.

These two had been enhanced.

Minor diseases, was that like the common cold?

What did common diseases refer to?

Was it something like malaria?

He didn’t know.

Still, it was better than nothing.

He nodded, opened the achievement window, and tapped the next achievement.

Number 8, the new specialization achievement.

…Oh.

An item.

Projectile Duplication Band?

“Inventory.”

Nothing happened when he touched the Soul Stones, as usual.

He immediately touched the Projectile Duplication Band.

The next moment, smoke appeared above his hand, and a long band materialized.

The band was slightly blunt-tipped, gradually thickening towards the middle before tapering back to a blunt point.

If he had to compare it to something, it resembled a feather?

It was quite similar in shape.

Although it wasn’t at all similar in color, being a dull, silvery metallic hue.

It was about 30 centimeters long.

And quite thin.

But sturdy.

It felt like a 30-centimeter plastic ruler.

A band?

What kind of band was this?

He took the 30-centimeter “ruler” and slapped his palm with it.

It was the perfect shape for hitting his palm.

Slap.

The moment it touched his palm, the band bent and wrapped around his hand.

“…Oh.”

So that’s how it worked.

He pulled the band to unwrap it, and it returned to its rigid, elongated form.

But…

It was called a Projectile Duplication Band, right?

A projectile would be something like an arrow.

How did it duplicate?

It was just a band.

He slapped the band against his forearm.

It wrapped around his forearm.

He pulled it, and it straightened and became rigid again.

Interesting.

Slap. Slap.

He played with the feather-like band, wrapping it around his forearm, but he couldn’t figure it out.

What was it supposed to duplicate?

If he had something that could be considered a projectile, he could test it, but all he had was his phone, his bag, and his sword.

…If he threw his sword, wouldn’t that be a kind of projectile?

Slap. Slap.

He played with it, wrapping it around his forearm and taking it off, then he slapped it against the scabbard.

Slap. It wrapped around the scabbard.

“…………”

Nothing happened.

Like the Maintenance Gloves, this was really inconvenient.

Couldn’t it offer some kind of explanation?

He shrugged, wrapped the feather band around his scabbard, and left the restroom.

Whatever.

He would figure it out eventually.

He’d opened all the achievements and acquired a new specialization.

Time to go back.

The area near the restroom was clear.

Well, not exactly clear. There were corpses everywhere.

He had killed everything from the restroom to the fountain and the surrounding area.

Now, he had to acquire a ranged weapon.

And figure out how to use this feather band, the Projectile Duplication Band.

He sighed.

Swordsmanship was already powerful enough; did he really need a ranged weapon, especially one that required him to raise his Sense, which was only at 2?

Should he just max out his Strength?

“…Ugh.”

The alley in front of the convenience store, on the way back to the supermarket building.

He stood there, looking towards the supermarket.

Near the utility pole…

There was no one there.

Did they only spy on him sometimes?

They were unpredictable.

The rain was coming down fairly heavily.

Were they taking a break because of the rain?

How convenient.

He chuckled, letting the rain wash the blood off him as he leisurely returned to the building.

The 10th floor.

The scenery on the 10th floor was quite…

Strange.

It was a sight he would never normally see.

Because all the doors were wide open.

Only the unoccupied rooms were closed.

He could hear the murmur of conversations and the sounds of people eating from the open doorways.

A scene rarely seen in the apocalypse, or perhaps a scene that could only be seen because of the apocalypse.

Outside, the world was filled with man-biting creatures, but here on the 10th floor, a true sense of community was forming.

Two people were standing by the window at the end of the hallway.

The woman who had been afraid of him.

And the inline skater who worked in real estate.

The atmosphere between them seemed quite pleasant.

The woman’s face, which had been filled with fear, worry, and exhaustion, was now quite bright.

The real estate inline skater was also smiling.

He seemed to be flirting with her a bit.

Such a sight in these times.

He chuckled and walked on.

The two noticed him and waved.

“Sung-hoon, you’re back?”

“It’s raining heavily outside, isn’t it?”

He waved back and replied,

“Yes, it is. I’m going to wash up.”

“The grandmother from the boarding house made some really delicious doenjang jjigae. Should I bring you some later?”

Doenjang jjigae sounded good.

He was about to thank her when Soo-hyun hurried out of Jung Eun-seo’s room.

Ye-eun came out with her.

“It’s Oppa. Oppa’s back?”

“Welcome back, Sung-hoon Oppa.”

So-eun also peeked her head out.

He smiled and said,

“I heard the doenjang jjigae is delicious. Give me a bowl after I wash up.”

He walked towards Soo-hyun’s apartment.

Soo-hyun replied from behind him,

“Okay. I’ll bring it right over.”

He shuffled in his slippers to the next apartment.

The door to that apartment was also wide open.

There was no need to knock or call anyone. He just went in.

Hoon and his wife came out of the apartment across the hall, holding their baby. They greeted him.

“You’re back? You must be tired.”

“Welcome back, Sir. You must be hungry.”

He bowed his head and replied,

“Yes. I’ll wash up and rest.”

Hmm…

Everyone had their doors wide open, not caring who came or went.

Even though these were detached houses with steel doors, they were acting like they lived in the same house.

It was a rather…

Strange scene.

He wondered if Jung Eun-seo was okay.

She probably wasn’t.

Still, with so many neighbors around, she probably wouldn’t completely break down.

They were good people.

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