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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: 2. Ability Check. (3)
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"Huff... huff..."
My heart feels like it's about to burst.
These crazy bitches are still shaking in terror, screaming their heads off, and the warehouse door I'm shoving against is vibrating with relentless bangs.
"Huff... huff..."
Look, first off.
I'm not some selfless hero type.
I attacked that part-timer to save my own skin, not to rescue these screaming aggro magnets.
If I'd been messing around near the entrance and gotten bit while they sat there trembling like idiots, how the hell was I supposed to get out?
If that part-timer had bitten me and I'd gone down, I'd be trapped here. And not just with one— these aggro bitches would've turned into beasts too, making it three against one.
I don't even know why I dragged these aggro bitches into the warehouse.
Why the hell did I do that?
"Hah... hah."
Breathe... catch my breath... breathe.
Me, dying from stealing some damn dumplings at a convenience store!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yeah, fine, I get it—it's scary as shit when a monster with half its face peeled off right in front of you opens its gaping maw and lunges.
But why collapse in panic?
Don't they know that'll get you killed?
"Kyaaah! Ack! Aaaah!"
"Shut the fuck up! Can't you be quiet?!"
I bellowed at them.
Whether these bitches scream or the things outside howl, it's all the same—drawing more.
It pisses me off even more hearing them shriek.
"If you keep screaming like that, more'll come! You wanna die that bad? Huh? Think for fuck's sake!"
The screams stopped.
The women huddled together, trembling, staring at me.
Looks like glaring, too.
Oh, bravo, you know how to glare. Go glare at those human beasts outside and kill 'em with that look.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Kraaah! Kraaaah! Kraaah!"
My arms are twitching like crazy.
I dodged for now, but I have no clue what to do next.
This is fucking stressful.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Kraaah! Kraaaah! Kraaah!"
These fucking human beast shits!
I gritted my teeth, feeling the vibrations against my back.
"Listen... huh? I came here for food. Got the food already. Once this shit's over, I'll get out of here, and you go your own way. Then, heh, fuck. Let's never see each other again. Yeah?"
Sticking with these retard bitches will just shorten my lifespan.
If someone lectures me about helping people and surviving together, fine—take these siren bitches off my hands, please.
I'll just take the abuse and roll solo, fuck it.
"Hah... hah."
I'm losing my mind here.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Don't those beast fucks outside ever get tired?
They're pounding away like maniacs.
Fuck. Can't keep holding this door forever.
I pressed both hands against the door, shoving while scanning the warehouse. Several shelves inside.
Right. Use 'em.
The owner's not coming back anyway.
I bit my lip and yanked the shelf on the right.
Screeech!
This one's heavy.
Ah, it's the one stacked with drinks.
Grunting, I dragged it over to barricade the door. Finally, some relief.
With two shelves jammed between the wall and door, even if it gives, they can't get in from outside.
"...Hah... hah."
I panted, finally slumping to the floor.
With three of us crammed in, the warehouse feels packed.
Still banging outside, but my mind eases a bit.
The women stay as far from me as possible, huddling together and shaking. Faces pale as ghosts.
Yeah, fuck it.
Stay over there together.
Don't talk to me.
"Hoo..."
I let out a long sigh and looked up.
...Acceleration.
Without Acceleration, could I have bashed that part-timer?
I glanced at the telescoping baton.
Blood and hair clumped on it.
...Filthy as fuck... gonna lose it.
...Still...
Thanks to Acceleration, I survived.
It said auto-cast, but I don't know exactly when it triggers.
So far, it's popped at decent timings, getting me out of jams. Timing seems solid.
Dunno if I can turn off auto-cast, but I'll leave it for now.
...Ah.
The message said I leveled up?
"...Status."
⚔ STATUS ⚔Chosen OneSpecialization: Time Adjuster Lv 2Title: Ordinary Person💪 Stamina: 4/6👁️ Senses: 2/2⚡ Strength: 4/5💨 Agility: 4/4🧠 Mental Power: 2/7📊 Intelligence: N/A🎯 Distribution Points: 1Skills[Active - Acceleration] (Auto-cast active)
...One point, huh.
Haa.....
Can't they give a bit more?
Acceleration's key. Gotta boost Mental Power first.
How?
Tapping Mental Power does nothing.
Distribution Points is blinking.
Tap that, and stats light up. Ah, that's how.
Put the one point into Mental Power. Feels empty now.
Almost died, and all I get is +1 stat.
Damn it.
Chosen One, my ass.
I'm chosen, fuck!
Then give me something decent! A shotgun loaded to the brim! Or grenades! Make it so I can kill these monsters!
Ugh... pissing me off.
"Hah... hah."
Tension easing makes me thirsty.
Pulled Gatorade from my bag and chugged.
Downed half in one go.
"Hah..."
Ah, refreshing.
Banging outside, clueless bitches pale beside me, trapped. But cool drink hits nice.
Yeah.
Calm down.
Settle the excitement.
Assess the situation coolly.
Those things are dangerous.
Acceleration only once— if they swarm, I'm done.
Need to up Acceleration uses fast.
To do that, kill 'em and level up.
...Ambush is the way.
Pick off loners, Acceleration in, smash dead in one go.
Worried about Mom and Dad.
Even the bitch sister— dunno why, but yeah.
Wonder if she choked on tteokbokki.
To check my family's fate, to survive, nothing beats leveling up right now.
Not food, sleep, or shit.
Leveling up.
...Level up...
Why'd I level?
...From fighting?
No XP in status.
Maybe elsewhere?
"Achievements."
...Nothing changed.
Ah, right.
"Inventory."
⚔ INVENTORY ⚔[Soul Stone x1]
Huh.
Something appeared.
...Soul Stone?
What the hell?
Tap it—no reaction.
Soul Stone? Stone of souls.....
...Souls.....
Ah...
That part-timer I bashed... dead?
Dropped into my inventory on death?
Only explanation.
Can check when I get out.
Anyway, survival plan set.
Food? Raid stores aplenty. For now, though.
Damn.
Wish this was America.
Big marts or gun shops on streets.
Shotgun would make survival easy...
No.
Got the baton.
Fuck, where am I?
...Huh?
Telescoping baton...
...Looks bent?
Metal bar's warped.
Ah, fuck.
Thought it was sturdy, but durability's shit...
Won't last many hits.
...Need a weapon.
Weapons...
Where to get one?
"...Hah, damn it."
I rubbed my forehead and leaned against the wall.
They get their throats ripped, spew blood, collapse—yet roar and rise. Not normal. Unrealistic.
Should die a hundred times over.
To take 'em down, smashing limbs won't cut it.
Like before, crush the head...
...Heart?
Heart stop 'em?
.....Heart...
...Nah.
Just thought that.
Throat torn, blood gushing—a fatal wound a hundred times over—yet they hop around fine.
Not the heart.
...Head.
Smash the head.
I gripped the baton tight, steeling myself again.
Before, I was half-mad, instinctually smashing its skull. No intent to kill.
Just swung.
Died after two headshots...
Lucky.
But now, different.
Target the head.
With killing intent.
...Tension rising again.
Baton grip's rough, anti-slip.
Fingers tracing the texture, deep breath.
I can do it.
They bite people, charge to kill.
So I attack to kill.
Life or death, you hit me I hit you.
Fair game.
...Wait.
Victims...
No bodies on streets.
...Throats ripped, blood fountaining...
Cops, part-timer...
Those wounds, that blood loss—unrealistic to move after.
...No way.
No way those things...
Already dead?
No fucking way...
Not zombies or some shit...
Zombies shuffle slow!
Dead yet leaping like that? Unreal!
So, no.
Not dead.
...But wounds look fatal.
"Hah..."
Who knows.
Sitting here just complicates my head.
Banging outside stopped sometime ago.
Low growls faintly.
"...Over there..."
A woman said.
Voice hoarse.
Screamed her throat raw.
I glanced at them.
Jeans and tee woman spoke.
"Thank you... for saving us."
...Yeah.
Dunno why I saved you. God knows, if he exists. Don't believe anyway.
I nodded.
"Sorry for screaming earlier. You okay? Not hurt?"