episode_0019

And the day dawned.

I looked at the time and it was 6 in the morning.

It seemed like the right time to fight.

So, I immediately got my cooperation, put on my knuckles, and checked my physical condition.

“Fully prepared.”

I didn’t eat any food.

It was because I had a premonition, or rather, a conviction, that I was going to be hit hard.

So I just drank water, won, and put frozen food on display so I could eat it when I came back.

There was a high possibility that the rooftop door was open.

The survivors who escaped to the rooftop became zombies, and the plants that grew from the corpses probably turned them into mutants.

I don’t know what kind of mutation it turned into, but there was a good chance it would cause quite a bit of trouble.

Still, I didn’t think I would lose.

Since the last battle, I have become stronger.

Truly the ultimate of ultimates….!

“This…. Me….?”

I looked in the mirror, said something nonsense, and then went upstairs.

As I ascended, an unknown feeling of anxiety enveloped my body.

So, my body was heating up. I’m not particularly a masochist, but if I continue like this, there’s a good chance I’ll become one.

A brain soaked in endorphins while being eaten by zombies.

I wondered if such a development would make sense if it wasn’t an erotic novel.

“Oh fuck.”

right. This is a 19+ novel.

My head went blank. After all, it’s not just a novel, it’s a novel written for those over 19+ as a woman.

My vision went dark and my hands and feet stopped shaking.

Maybe it was because I had been beaten so many times, but now I just thought I would just get a few more hits.

After climbing up to the 7th floor, I slowly opened the rooftop door.

The rooftop floor was covered with plants.

No matter how many zombies were killed, a lot of green dirt was stepped on.

And there was a mutant in front of me.

“……Fuck.”

Byun Byeon, who was standing wearing only pants, slowly turned his head.

I knew what kind of variant that was.

General. Kkeppitaan. page. General. This is the chain of command that commands the zombies called by this name.

There, he possesses strong physical ability and intelligence, and rapes female survivors.

It would be more correct to say that it is conception rather than rape.

This is because the genitals are deformed and the tentacles are used to give birth to one’s own offspring in the womb.

If you place a baby in the womb of a female zombie, it will later become a guard.

I remember that it is in charge of escorting the General and other zombies that need protection.

And if you place a baby in the womb of a female survivor, it becomes an offeror.

It becomes a highly intelligent entity that assists other mutants under the General and destroys the survivors.

This was no different from a boss battle.

He is even more dangerous than the boxer on the third floor, but he must be killed now.

The option of running away cannot even be considered.

So I was even more scared and cried.

The General is no ordinary zombie.

He is over 2 meters tall and has enormous muscles.

An adult male is a superhuman being who can lift and strike a person with one hand.

And now the General is looking at me and trying to do a courtship dance.

Here, courtship is a beating, and dancing is a test of my body.

To find out whether or not your offspring can grow properly in the future.

It is an indiscriminate beating that does not respect the other person’s wishes.

There are two options.

Instead of resisting, pretend to be a weak female and get eaten cleanly and die.

Or resist with a bat and kill him, or save his life in exchange for pregnancy.

When I think about it, there are three things.

Anyway, the choice had already been decided.

“…………………..”

“Gaaa!”

As I adjusted my grip to the bat, the General roared.

And at that moment, a fist flew out.

The boat was faster than the boxer, so it was obvious that if I hadn’t looked at it properly, I would have been hit.

However, I have also been through countless hardships during this time.

So he moved only his upper body to avoid the fist, and then hit his arm with the bat.

“……Ugh!”

“Gaaaa!”

I thought as I dodged the General’s swinging arm.

It cannot inflict any significant damage.

It had to be at least heavier than this or something sharp.

Otherwise, I would have had to hit him directly on the head, but there was no way the General would allow that.

In the end, there was only one way. Kill me by beating me in my own way.

Anyway, Goroshi was incredibly familiar with it.

That’s because it was something I always did during Park Jeong-heum’s days.

So I rushed forward with a roar coming from my soul.

“How many years have I lived in Goroshi?”

“Wow!”

“Huh?”

The General grabbed the baseball bat as if he was bothered.

Then he gently took it out of my hand, crumpled it up, and threw it outside.

I was a little dazed. Just because it is an aluminum bat does not mean it is not durable.

I broke it often, but there was a good reason for it.

This was because he kept swinging and blocking and using it for the wrong reasons.

However, this baseball bat was only swung once at most.

You crushed a bat that was almost brand new like that?

“…………..Ah?”

And suddenly, pain came from my right leg.

Only then did I understand what had happened.

The General kicked my right leg with his leg.

So, the moment I thought I had to respond, a heavy fist landed in my stomach.

In an instant, I lost my breath and my body floated.

He then fell onto the floor on his back.

“……Kahah!”

Fortunately, I was used to this level of pain by now, so I stood up shakily.

And I observed the general while taking clumsy steps.

The guy was standing there as if this was no big deal.

It will happen. Because it’s a strong variant. Because he’s the kind of guy who monopolizes the zombies in this building.

I instinctively knew there was no chance of winning.

But I didn’t want to give up.

I raised my guard, thinking that things would work out somehow.

And one step forward. I threw a jab with my left hand as if to test my liver, but my left arm was caught.

My head turned white and I desperately tried to pull my arm out, but it was impossible.

The General tried to press my arm with his hand, as if he was testing how strong my body was.

“Uuuu……

“He.”

The General then struck me in the left arm with his fist and threw me.

This time, I was able to stand up because I instinctively fell.

But I was worried because my physical condition was already turning into a rag.

My left arm was shaking and I was already breathing heavily even though I had only been fighting for a minute.

But for some reason, I felt like I could fight.

Sadly, my body was heating up. A smile appeared on his face.

The happiness circuit burned, and I gradually became accustomed to taking steps.

And it was visible.

“He!”

“Sigh in the gap!”

He dodged the General’s punch by a narrow margin and struck his solar plexus with all his might.

Since the knuckles are made entirely of iron, there will be quite a bit of damage.

Or not. Anyway, if you hit a zombie, damage will accumulate on your body.

Zombies are said to be able to move to extremes, but even that can be done to a certain extent.

And the reason I can believe and fight like this is because the opponent in front of me is a general.

“You son of a zombie, you still need to breathe and eat!”

The General, who had been hit in the solar plexus, took a step back.

The more intelligent an individual is, the more it must breathe and eat.

If you don’t have nutrients or oxygen, you won’t be able to act.

The variant in front of me also had the truth about that creature.

So, it was correct to view this as fighting humans rather than fighting zombies.

An incredibly strong human being.

“Pfft!”

I hurriedly crossed my arms to block the General’s uppercut.

But as soon as I blocked my fist, my guard was released.

And it was obvious what would happen if the guard was let down like that.

“Ugh!”

Getting hit in the stomach.

This time, with more strength, my body floated again.

Then he hit the ladder and fell limp to the floor.

It was such a shock that my arms and legs were shaking.

However, it is a pain that can be endured to some extent.

So I stood up and took the steps again.

Blocking had to be avoided as much as possible.

Since I am inferior in terms of weight and strength, just blocking it is dangerous.

I could tell just by looking at the trembling arms that had blocked the attack earlier.

Seeing the bruises on my right arm, it was right to avoid defense.

So what should we do?

“Aaaah!”

“He.”

Based on the experience I learned while getting punched in the stomach, I recreate the boxer.

Move your upper body while taking steps to avoid attacks and launch a counterattack.

The fist that was thrown like that ended up in the General’s knee.

The bones didn’t seem to be damaged. At most, it would be like a rupture of flesh.

But the fact that I was able to hit was important.

I was so moved by that fact that I was preparing for the next attack, when suddenly my knee came flying.

“………………….!”

Then I got hit hard in the solar plexus and fell on the floor again.

I felt like I had to get up, but for some reason my body couldn’t move.

The General must have decided that I was incapacitated, so he came over to me and knelt down on one knee.

Then he squeezed his left leg hard and hit his thigh with his fist.

I was trembling as I was writhing in pain, and this time it was my right leg.

Just like a doctor hitting the knee with a rubber mallet, the General hit the leg with his fist to test how much he could hold out.

Then, when I tried to stand up, the General stepped back.

Then he moved his mouth and smiled.

It was an obvious mockery. A sarcastic smile toward the female who will give birth to my child.

But I didn’t have the presence of mind to respond to that provocation, so I raised my guard shakily.

And then the battle began again.