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Translator: uly
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: I Became a Necromancer in a Zombie World
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"This bastard always has that cocky look in his eyes!"
-Thwack!
A booted foot in heavy combat gear swung mercilessly into my gut.
There wasn't a shred of recognition in that kick—like I was even human.
The way it felt, I was nothing more than livestock burning through their food supplies.
He kept it up, one-sided beating after another, like this was all perfectly fine.
"Guh!"
The kick to my stomach exploded the air from my lungs amid a familiar burst of pain.
"That should be enough. Doesn't this punk have to sort the first-floor warehouse tomorrow?"
"Hoo, if it weren't for this shithead, I could've had that college girl. Ptui."
Rough spit landed right on my head.
Pain and rage clenched my fists, but there was nothing I could do.
Through my blurry vision, I saw the guns they carried.
K2 Assault Rifle.
The ones who'd cornered me and beaten me senseless were former Republic of Korea Army soldiers.
Sergeant Park Sung-ho and Corporal Choi Hee-jae.
Once they'd had their fill, they shuffled off, satisfied.
"...Fucking asshole pricks."
I spat the curse I couldn't say to their faces.
But it wasn't nearly enough to vent the fury boiling in my chest.
Part of me wanted to run from this place and never deal with those bastards again.
I dragged myself up and headed to the nearby window.
"I hope you all rot comfortably when you go...."
I gazed at the clear blue sky, then lowered my eyes to the scene beyond the dormitory fence.
It was packed with people.
All of them powering through another vigorous day.
-Uh, uh, uuuuh....
The voice of the nearest man in a suit drifted over faintly.
"You've had a shitty life too, huh, mister?"
I muttered to the guy who'd probably been a corporate slave before the pandemic—like me now, slaving away for the survival group.
But the man just staggered forward.
He didn't spare me a glance.
The world had ended.
Not just Korea—the whole damn globe.
And the sky was so clear and bright.
Humanity was fucked.
"Fucking zombies...."
I grumbled at the culprits behind it all.
. . .
"Time for rations. Line up, everyone."
Private Yoo Jae-wook called out, holding a box of food supplies.
At his voice, the people working nearby started gathering one by one.
I'd just finished sorting the warehouse—my assignment for the day—and wiped the sweat from my brow before joining the end of the line.
The line thinned out until it was my turn. I held out my hand and received my share.
One can of tuna.
I glanced around. The other group members had hardtack packets, biscuits—more than just one item.
"What're you staring at? Take it and fuck off."
Private Yoo Jae-wook scowled at my look and stomped over.
-Thud.
"Urk...."
Pain shot up my shin from the military boot. I lowered my eyes and stumbled to the corner.
'Fucking punk private.'
A piece-of-shit guy just parroting what he'd learned from his superiors.
I slumped to the floor, popped the tuna can, and started eating.
For me—the one with the heaviest workload—it was pathetically insufficient.
I looked around, but everyone avoided my gaze as they dug into their own rations.
To me, the shitty soldier bastards and the silent survivors were all the same.
Pigs and dogs who only cared about saving their own skins.
That's when someone approached me cautiously.
"Seo-ho, is that enough for you? If it's okay, want this?"
The newcomer was Chae Soo-ah, brushing back her long brown hair, her beauty mark under her eye standing out.
She smiled kindly and offered her chocolate bar.
"...Nah, that's yours."
"I didn't do much work today, so I can eat less. It's fine—have this too."
She forced it into my hand.
Her soft touch made my heart skip.
One of the few kind people in this group.
Chae Soo-ah had been my classmate in the same department at college before the pandemic.
Twenty-four, same age as me.
'She's always so sweet.'
Even back in school, as class rep, she'd helped out the loners—always kind.
"If you need anything, tell me, okay?"
Chae Soo-ah bowed her head slightly, meeting my eyes.
Leaning down to me on the floor, the cleavage of her D-cup breasts peeked from her loose T-shirt.
My gaze flicked there for a split second before I yanked it away and nodded.
"...Thanks."
"No, I owe you more—you're the one always working so hard."
Chae Soo-ah smiled.
Sweet, kind, and gorgeous—top-tier looks and figure even at school.
Naturally, I'd harbored a secret crush on her.
Unrequited love.
That's why it embarrassed me to let her see me like this—used like a slave, isolated like an idiot.
"Chae Soo-ah! The company commander wants you!"
"Oh, got it! Coming right now!"
She waved and hurried off at the distant soldier's call.
I stared blankly at her retreating figure and unwrapped the chocolate bar in my hand.
'Alright, if I think of this suffering as helping Soo-ah...'
That was how I comforted myself and endured another day.
My starving mouth bit into the chocolate.
Sweet chocolate and nutty almonds filled my mouth.
'...I want some fried chicken.'
But I hadn't eaten my fill in ages, so it barely scratched the hunger.
Just enough calories to stay alive.
Still, it was precious, so I savored it bit by bit.
"Hey, Lee Seo-ho."
Someone else called my name and approached.
"Huh, whoa!"
"Here, found this in the backyard yesterday."
I looked up as something solid flew at me.
Reflexes kicked in—I caught it. An energy drink.
"If you're really hungry, let me know. I'll find something."
The sharp-eyed girl.
Her black hime-cut hair was distinctive, and those unreal curves drew my eyes despite myself.
Hoodie windbreaker.
Black T-shirt visible through the open zipper.
She was covered up, but those massive breasts were impossible to hide. Probably G-cups.
"Hey, you okay? ...Why're you spacing out like that?"
"Oh, sorry... Just tired."
I averted my gaze and answered.
Ryu Da-hee.
Like Chae Soo-ah, she'd been in my classes before the pandemic.
Twenty-four, same as me.
We'd never spoken back then, but some incident had made her kind to me now.
One of the few in the group who treated me well.
"If it's too much, say so."
"Yeah, thanks."
She waved and left after finishing.
'Well, yeah—the guy who saved her friend.'
Strictly speaking, Ryu Da-hee's friend was why I'd become the group's slave.
Rough timeline:
Ryu Da-hee kept to herself at college, close only to a few.
One of them: Han Mo-ah, a timid, scared little thing.
She was holed up in this dorm too, surviving with us.
I'd witnessed Sergeant Seo Il-soo and his crew trying to jump her one day.
Without thinking, I'd charged in and stopped them.
After that, the soldiers marked me—I got all the dirtiest, riskiest jobs, and barely scraps for rations.
'Fucking pricks, they've got their own holes...'
"Ahhn...! Haht...! Hehe, Sergeant Park, you're so intense today...?"
"Shut it, you slut. Squeeze that pussy tighter."
"Haaahn...!"
After eating, I paused in the hall outside a room.
The sounds? Obviously a guy and girl fucking.
From the voices: Sergeant Park Sung-ho and Shin Joo-ha inside.
'They get off proper, so why jump girls? Crazy bastards.'
Even in this fucked world, it was unforgivable.
Especially with a real whore around.
Shin Joo-ha.
Twenty-five.
A girl from our department, infamous pre-pandemic for spreading her legs.
When Captain Kang Hae-seok's crew showed up, she opened wide for them and secured her spot.
She got more rations than me, working all day.
'...Fuck.'
No wonder I felt more wronged, rage surging.
She was a classmate I'd seen around.
I'd stopped them from assaulting her—and this was my punishment?
Even the pre-military guys from our department turned their backs.
All scum, looking out only for themselves.
'At this rate, I'll die someday.'
Starve, beaten, or bitten.
My survival odds were shit.
Even now, hunger made moving hard.
But I had one small hope.
-Knock, knock.
Late night.
Everyone asleep after the day's grind. I knocked on dorm room 301.
The patterned knocks brought a careful creak—the door opened.
The guy inside smiled, checked it was me, and let me in.
"You're here, Seo-ho. No one saw?"
A few guys inside.
All survivors from before Captain Kang Hae-seok's crew took over.
At the center: the oldest.
A college med school professor.
Lee Sang-woon.
Around forty.
"You all know, but execution's two dawns from now."
Our leader before the soldiers—now rebelling against them.
"Hide in the ammo depot after the scouting party leaves and night falls. Seo-ho, the key?"
"Got it."
I pulled out the key from my daytime chores.
For the soldiers' weapons and ammo warehouse.
Supposed to be with Private Kim Seok-ho, but he'd tossed it to me during sorting and forgotten.
Sorting would take days—it'd stay with me awhile.
"Good. Once we arm up, straight to Kang Hae-seok's room. Kill him first while they're off-guard."
Professor Lee Sang-woon's eyes gleamed cold.
We were plotting a coup.
Targets: the soldiers lording over us.
They weren't original survivors.
When zombies first hit, it was just our classmates, a few outsiders, and the professor.
We banded together, waiting for rescue as food dwindled.
Then Captain Kang Hae-seok arrived.
He needed a zombie-proof base—this dorm fit.
Started friendly, sharing food.
But over time, they turned brutal.
Suddenly, soldiers were nobles; we were slaves obeying.
Thankfully, girls were safe thanks to resistance and Shin Joo-ha the whore.
But that wouldn't last.
Hence, the rebellion.
'To me, these guys aren't much better.'
Truth was, soldiers aside, these former allies ignored my suffering as bottom slave.
But allying to oust soldiers would improve things.
And I was key—with easy ammo depot access.
Another guy raised his hand.
"Professor, can I say something?"
"What?"
"Someone else wants in."
Wants in?
Execution day nearing—sudden addition?
Door opened; someone slipped in carefully.
"S-Su-ah?"
"Hi. I really want to help."
Chae Soo-ah.
"Ooh, Soo-ah? Welcome anytime. Sit here."
Even the professor, knowing her kindness, welcomed her with open arms.
Yeah, she cared for others, loved helping.
Military crossing lines more; girls at risk. Makes sense she'd step up.
I glanced at her.
She smiled sweetly as our eyes met.
After briefing new recruit Chae Soo-ah, we assigned roles and disbanded.
'Soo-ah joining? Reliable.'
Her help would be huge.
Her kindness was recognized by old dorm group and soldiers alike.
They'd buy what she said, no suspicion.
Her role: on execution day, tell guards on duty that Captain Kang ordered rest.
Hand out booze from food warehouse.
We take out Kang, then remaining soldiers.
Scouts returning? Bar the doors, let zombies feast.
Simple, clean plan.
'Just hold on—this shit ends soon.'
I clutched my starving gut, eyeing the hope ahead.
Soldiers gone, food surplus.
I'd eat full then.
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And the next day dawned.
Early morning, sun rising.
Others still slept, but soldiers' orders piled work on me.
Morning chores: laundry, cleaning.
'Pristine in a zombie apocalypse...'
But they'd die soon—I cheerfully gathered their laundry.
Included old civilian group's too.
They dumped on slave-me without hesitation.
Could do it themselves.
But lowest me handled all.
'These shits no better than soldiers.'
Shared life-or-death—yet they piled on when soldiers demeaned me.
To me, soldiers and silent turncoats were all bastard dogs.
At least Chae Soo-ah and Ryu Da-hee did their own laundry and chores.
Han Mo-ah, whom I'd saved, same—grateful.
Everyone else? Trash.
Hope they all die painfully someday.
'...Still, endure.'
Soldiers would die soon—eased my inner rage some.
Last: Captain Kang Hae-seok's laundry, fifth floor, biggest room.
506.
Right as I reached the door.
"Ahng...! Haa, haaht!"
Creak, creak, creak.
'...That sound.'
Sultry moans, shaking bed.
Faint skin-slapping too.
Squelch, squelch.
'Busy fucking first thing.'
I'd heard it before.
Captain Kang Hae-seok led, was male—natural he'd fuck.
I ignored it, gathering laundry.
Then my hand froze.
'...Shin Joo-ha's asleep now.'
I'd checked her room earlier—steady breathing, deep sleep.
'...Then who's inside?'
Only Shin Joo-ha spread legs, as far as I knew.
Bottom-slave life meant I knew group dynamics cold.
Other girls shunned sex.
Pregnancy in zombies? Death sentence.
Unless multiple lives or brainless—no easy spreads.
So who was fucking Captain Kang Hae-seok now?
I crept to the door, ear pressed.
"Hwik, ahnng! C-Captain...! So good, haht! Your cock's the best...!"
Creak, creak.
'...Familiar voice.'
A vulgar-mouthed woman.
Voice flushed from deep thrusts—hard to ID.
But listening hard, shock whitened my mind.
"Like it? Huh? Love this cock, slut?"
Squelch, squelch.
"Haaht!! Yes! Captain's cock is the world's best! Ahht! More, haa, fuck me harder!"
"Good, clench that pussy tighter! Gonna fill you up!"
"Yes...! Hng! Give it! Cum in this slutty Soo-ah's pussy...!!"
I froze against the door.
I'd ID'd the woman moaning like a whore on Captain Kang Hae-seok's cock.
Chae Soo-ah.
The girl I'd crushed on.
She was his fucktoy.
Shock blanked my mind briefly.
"Ah, ...no way."
I realized what she'd heard from us yesterday.
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