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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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After the zombie wave engulfed the city, their lifestyle changed considerably.
First, they had plenty of food.
They had an abundance of drinks, snacks, ramen, sauces like soy sauce, gochujang, sesame oil, and cooking oil, as well as pasta, noodles, cheese with long expiration dates, and tteokguk rice cakes that could be stored in the freezer for a long time. They had a plentiful supply of everything the supermarket had stocked.
They also had tons of rice in the third-floor storage room, literally.
Various daily necessities stored on the second floor also contributed to fortifying their building.
They wouldn’t run out of soap or shampoo for years to come.
However, their usual tasks, like collecting aluminum panels from outside or welding them onto the windows and shutters, were no longer possible.
So, the remaining survivors set up targets in the kendo dojo, which occupied half of the fourth floor, and began practicing archery. That was practically their entire routine.
The reason they chose the kendo dojo was because they had agreed to be cautious of even the ding of the elevator.
They walked down from the fourth floor to the supermarket.
As quietly as possible.
That was the rule.
Special arrangements were made for Hoon’s family.
Because of the baby, they installed makeshift soundproofing made of cotton blankets and wood to muffle its cries.
The downside was that the baby couldn’t see the sunlight.
So, they took the baby to other apartments to visit when it wasn’t crying.
With this change in lifestyle, the 10th floor became a rather peculiar place.
Since there were no tasks to be done inside or outside, there was nothing to do but practice archery and learn how to handle weapons.
The TV didn’t work, and their only entertainment was Netflix and YouTube.
So, what was left?
The doors on the 10th floor remained open, just like before.
All of them wide open.
As if privacy was a thing of the past, they lived with their doors open, freely entering each other’s apartments, sharing snacks, chatting, and playing games.
It felt like they had become even closer and more tightly knit after the zombie wave.
However, some doors remained closed.
It was a sign that people were having sex, and they shouldn’t be disturbed.
With men and women living together in the building, with nothing to do but practice archery, and with a zombie wave raging below, their libidos seemed to have increased, and they were constantly hooking up.
Jun-hyuk and Tae-young had already taken one or two of the newly arrived women as partners.
And Stinky, no, Han-tae, seemed to have found a girl his age he liked, and he was often seen smiling and spending time with her.
Teaching her how to bake bread.
The initial fear had lasted only a day.
As days turned into weeks, they became completely accustomed to this new lifestyle.
They woke up, had sex, practiced archery, ate, had sex, played games until dinner, and then had sex again.
No one found it strange or promiscuous. Even the grandmother seemed to know what was going on but pretended not to notice, contenting herself with preparing side dishes in her room.
The life they were used to, the life they lived before the apocalypse, was slowly but surely crumbling within them.
“Khh…!”
He gripped Eun-seo’s hips and thrust hard.
He filled her completely.
Amidst the pleasure surging through him, he heard Eun-seo’s moans.
They held each other, catching their breath.
“Oppa, should we make pizza bread later? We still have a lot of sweetcorn. It would be delicious with sliced cheddar and mozzarella.”
He and Eun-seo turned their heads simultaneously.
It was Ye-eun, who had been reading a comic drawn by So-eun.
Eun-seo smiled and said,
“Sounds delicious.”
He was still catching his breath, so he just smiled and nodded in response.
He sucked on Eun-seo’s nipple and then got up.
“Ahh…”
A sound of pleasure.
It pleased him too.
Damn, he felt completely drained.
He’d already come three times since morning.
“Where’s Soo-hyun?”
“She said she wants to learn how to draw comics from So-eun. They’re in So-eun’s room together.”
“Ah, I see.”
He nodded to Ye-eun and went into the bathroom.
He was sweating profusely.
Comics.
That was nice.
There weren’t many websites left where they could read webtoons or web novels.
He didn’t read them himself, so he didn’t know how they were managed, but So-eun and Ye-eun, who enjoyed reading them, had said that new chapters weren’t being uploaded anymore.
Almost none.
Furthermore, more and more apps and websites were shutting down, leaving only one or two.
And even those weren’t updating, so they could only reread what was already there.
He wondered if the authors had all died.
He turned on the shower and rinsed off the sweat as he thought.
…It would be incredibly boring if the internet stopped working altogether.
He should have raided a comic book store and brought back a pile of comics.
There were a lot of good old comics.
He could have brought back the entire Naruto and One Piece series, and what else? Hunter x Hunter was also good. Was Piandeau finished?
Damn it.
It was a shame.
Having three partners wasn’t bad.
But the problem was, if he wanted to be with one, he had to be with the other two as well.
He wouldn’t have been able to handle it without the HP achievement skill.
He was grateful for raising his HP these past few days.
Survival Specialist, the best.
And that wasn’t all.
The woman who had been startled by his blood-soaked appearance in the supermarket…
She had been hovering around him lately.
“Oh, hello…”
He ran into her as he was picking up his bow.
He’d lost count of how many times this had happened.
She was doing it on purpose.
He smiled, hiding his certainty.
“Hello. How are you feeling?”
“I’m… much… much better. Thank you.”
She bowed her head and walked away.
…Hmm.
Most of the women who had escaped from the Cockroaches weren’t interested in men.
Only two or three had become partners with Jun-hyuk and Tae-young; the others were still recovering from their physical and emotional trauma.
The other women in similar situations, and the women in their group, led by Soo-hyun, were spending time with them, cooking and eating together, helping them heal.
But for the time being, they probably weren’t thinking about men.
But this woman was different.
Or perhaps their encounter had made a strong impression on her.
Seeing a man covered in blood, dripping from his weapons, clothes, hair, and chin, his eyes fierce from recent slaughter, right in front of her… it must have been quite an experience.
Perhaps that was why.
He didn’t know.
Women were complicated.
He slung his bow and arrows on his back and went up to the rooftop.
This was his daily routine.
He woke up, made love to his women, Soo-hyun, Ye-eun, and Eun-seo, and then came up here to shoot arrows.
About 80 to 90 arrows a day.
He hunted 80 to 90 human beasts each day, using the arrows duplicated by the feather band and the few he had originally brought.
That was his limit.
“Status.”
Day 4 of hunkering down.
He was already Level 48.
If he hunted until tonight, he would probably reach Level 52.
His leveling speed…
Gaining 4 or 5 levels a day wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t enough.
He wanted to be slaughtering 400, 500 a day!
With 100 HP and his Sense growing rapidly, it seemed possible!
But it was impossible.
Was there a way to wipe them out all at once?
…Molotov cocktails?
Hmm…
That might not be a bad idea.
But how could he make them with what they had in the supermarket?
Even though they had a hardware section, they didn’t have any thinner, gasoline, or kerosene.
All they had was cooking oil and olive oil.
Then what could he use?
Damn it. He would need to have made one before to know.
And would he even gain experience for kills with Molotov cocktails?
So far, he had killed them all directly.
Whether with a bow or his swords, the targets he’d chosen had died by his hand.
Molotov cocktails were different.
If he threw one at his target, others around the target would also be burned.
Those wouldn’t be direct kills.
It was a kind of collateral damage.
He might not gain experience that way.
But it was worth a try.
Thinking this, he nocked an arrow and drew the string.
Thrum-
Thwip.
Standing on the chair, he shot downwards.
The arrow flew swiftly, piercing a head.
He felt nothing, no thrill.
He simply drew another arrow.
Thrum-
Thwip.
The arrow flew with a popping sound and pierced another skull.
He drew another arrow.
Just then, he heard a rumbling sound from the distant sky.
He looked up; it was the light aircraft.
…He was seeing that a lot lately.
It was still scattering something from the sky.
Something was falling.
He still didn’t know what they were doing.
He shook his head and drew his bow again.
Thrum-
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