11. The Results of My Killing Spree (2)

Jeong Eunseo rolled closer on her skates. “Actually, we wanted to discuss something. We talked while cleaning earlier…”

I tilted my head. “What is it?”

She glanced back before explaining: “We’ve been staying at a milk distribution center. Got lucky – it was empty. While scavenging, we noticed something-“

Suhyun interrupted with awe: “You’ve been going outside? Those…things don’t chase you?”

“Oh they do,” Eunseo laughed awkwardly, tapping her skates. “But these help. Can reach 30-40 km/h normally, 70-80 downhill with proper maintenance.”

…70-80 km/h?

Damn.

That’s insanely fast.

Slower than my Acceleration, but still impressive.

Suhyun marveled: “Wow…I should’ve learned skating.”

Eunseo’s dimpled smile turned bitter. “Our club had over twenty members…most didn’t make it.”

“Twenty?” Suhyun gasped. “You were all together when it happened?”

“At the park for a meetup. When the screaming started…we ran, but…” Her voice trailed off.

I couldn’t care less about their sob story – I had levels to grind.

“Get to the point,” I said.

“Right. We’ve found many survivors too terrified to leave their homes. Elderly, children alone…even just bringing them ramen would help immensely.”

Ah. A do-gooder.

How quaint.

Suhyun chimed in: “There’s lots like that in our neighborhood too.”

Single-family homes…

Makes sense.

Nearly a week since the apocalypse hit.

Or was it over a week? Fuck. Killing sprees blur time.

No wonder the screams increased recently – people starving indoors.

“I’ll help too,” Suhyun volunteered.

I yanked her back. “No. You’re staying.” To Eunseo: “Your fast ones handle distribution.”

Suhyun pouted, jabbing my ribs. “Fine.”

Fuck! That hurt.

After final instructions, I left for the hardware store route.

Acceleration charges: 6/11
Strength: 10/25
Plenty for the salon cleanup.
The stench hit me before I reached the beauty parlor.
God-fucking-damn rotting corpses.
Nearly coughed my lungs out.
Deep breath.
Kicked the door in.
CRASH!
“Graaah!”
Mirrors, chairs, black-gowned stylists-turned-zombies everywhere.
Eyes locking onto me.
Acceleration.
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
SWISH-
“Hup!”
Skull-piercing sensation.
Yank free, stab sideways.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Acceleration.
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
Rotting corpses leaking nasty juices everywhere.
Fucking smell!
Leap over, impale another.
Two ajummas get cranial piercings.
Final targets-mirror duo.
Acceleration.
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
Blood droplets hover like dust motes.
Dodge flailing limbs, charge the mirrors.
“Hup!”
Crunch! Crunch!
Check bathroom-empty.
[Level increased by 8]
Wiped my blade on a stylist’s black blouse (matching her bra-classy).
Eight kills. Expected.
Exhausted but charges remaining.
McDonald’s raid tonight.
* * *
Back in the attic, washing off blood again.
Shower count has tripled since the apocalypse.
Bloodstains never fully wash out though.
Checked my sword-still sharp.
Mostly stab-focused anyway.
Status:
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The Chosen One
[Specialization – Time Adjuster] [Level – 93]
[Title – Civilian]
Stats
[HP – 27/30] [Senses – 2/2]
[Strength – 1/16] [Agility – 4/4]
[Focus – 17/45] [Intelligence – N/A]
[Unallocated Points – 19]
Skills
[Active – Acceleration] (Auto-casting)
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Level 93 already? Damn.
19 points to spend.
Faster leveling as I progress-weird system.
McDonald’s next-20+ zombies likely.
Then superstore (100+) and mixed-use buildings.
Allocated:
– 10 to Focus (55 total → 11 Acceleration charges)
– 9 to Strength (25 total)
Recovery’s the real issue.
3 Focus/hour means 18-19 hours to fully recharge.
Fucking hell.
One raid day, one rest day.
If emergencies happen during recovery… problematic.
Whatever.
Current power level’s already bullshit OP.
Nap time.
…Chicken curry…

[Translation Notes]
1. Maintained all HTML structure
2. Preserved the protagonist’s crude/internal monologue
3. Kept game UI elements intact
4. Used equivalent English profanity
5. Translated all text with no omissions
6. Maintained the dark humor and sarcastic tone
7. Consistently used character names from glossary
8. Preserved stats/skills formatting
9. Kept cultural elements (ajumma, honorifics)
10. Maintained natural flow through varied sentence structure