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I believe you were specifically ordered NOT to make this poison as deadly as it could possibly be? We ONLY want to kill the ratman abominations, not the entire human population of Kuō. As it is, I am officially ordering you to scrap your work and start over from scratch. Make it deadly to the ratmen and easy to disperse inside their burrows, but I want it to be heavier than air.
There will be no lighter-than-air poison gasses made here, thank you very much!
Seto Tetsuo.'
'This Nia woman made a poison THAT deadly?!' Issei thought in disbelief. 'OK, it's official: these guys got what was coming to them when they died. Though, I'll admit raising them again as undead might be a bit much though…'
Looting the body and getting ¥5000, plus some snacks, Issei made his way back into the corridor-that-was-too-bright-to-look-at. The first couple of rooms that he entered were lounges and had nothing of interest beyond possibly-still-edible biscuits in them. The first couple of offices were boring, having reams of paperwork about the minutiae of both the supplying and running the base or of the experiments conducted on the floor below. The latter was in such complicated scientific jargon that Issei felt his eyes crossing as he tried to read them. Those joined the rest of the paperwork he'd be handing the Devils once this was over; hopefully they had someone who could understand the sciencey mumbo-jumbo.
In the third office though, he had to deal with two more [Purifier Remnants], which earned him the skill [Headshot], which was not simply a firearm skill; it could be applied to any projectile weapon, from a throwing knife to a crossbow. [Headshot], simply put, added a percentage, which varied depending on the skill's level, to the chance to hitting the target's head with whatever projectile weapon Issei was using at the time, as well as granting additional damage depending on what the weapon was as well.
A cool skill added to his repertoire, Issei continued on, adding [Rat Poison Memos] to his inventory whenever he killed a zombie. It was easier to think of them like that; dehumanising them in his mind prevented him from having to use his [Gamer's Mind] to force himself into a calm state. Honestly, he didn't know if he could actually kill a human just like that; it was hard enough with zombies.
After about fifteen more minutes, Issei cleared out the first floor of the facility and gathered all fifteen of the [Rat Poison Memos], which made the [Gamer's Gear] generate a keycard to allow access to the next floor down.
"…I don't want to know how you got ahold of this, do I?" Issei mused aloud as he alternated between eyeing his hand and the keycard. Much to his surprise, the [Gamer's Gear] manifested for a moment and flashed before vanishing again.
"Okaaaayyyy….moving on." Issei decided. More proof, if that was needed, that something was inside his Sacred Gear. And that it was fond of making fun of him.
All of the doors to the level below were made of clear glass for some stupid reason. It wasn't even bulletproof or reinforced glass, just the same kind of glass you'd get a screen door made out of. Why, just why? They were about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
Shaking his head at the obvious sign that the Purifiers hadn't really considered the possibility of the place being invaded by an outside force, Issei inserted his keycard into the scanner, making the door slide soundlessly open. Even if he hadn't had the keycard, he was fairly certain that hitting the glass door with one of his swords would have shattered it easily.
Though that would have likely brought an entire horde of zombies and other unpleasant things down onto his head, so better not.
Entering the atrium that was visible from the Project Manager's Office window, Issei opened fire with the SIG, managing to eliminate one zombie from the get-go. Unfortunately, that also drew the attention of the other zombies. There were nine of them left and they were all headed towards where Issei had fired the pistol.
Swiftly relocating as silently as possible, the Sacred Gear User fired three more times, killing another zombie with a [Headshot] and sending another one stumbling into the zombie next to it with a bullet to the shoulder. The last one missed though, which made Issei curse slightly.
He had already used an entire magazine up on the previous floor, with only two and three-quarters magazines left. That let him with just under forty-five bullets remaining and who knows how many zombies left to deal with. As they had been created, apparently, with some kind of magic dagger, Issei didn't know if they could infect people with bites or body fluids, but he did not want to take a chance.
Ah well. Where bullets failed, magic would prevail.
As a precaution, Issei drew his [Bloodmetal Gladius] with his off-hand, and was very thankful that he had acquired the [Ambidextrous] skill as well.
The two zombies that had collided were tearing into each other like animals. Leaving them to it, Issei fired at the six remaining zombies carefully, aiming using the iron-sight and scoring three [Headshots]. It was irritating that the only way to kill zombies was to either cut off their head or destroy the brain, like it said in Shawn of the Dead, but Issei persevered.
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