11. The Results of My Killing Spree (3)

Early evening.

Descending the attic stairs while watching the distant sunset.

The yard below is piled high with supplies – clothes, vegetables, meat, toilet paper, snacks – enough to form small hills.

Suhyun beams when she sees me. “Oppa! Look at this!”

“Whoa. That’s a lot.”

“We brought everything, right? Hehe.”

She seems genuinely happy. I humor her with a smile.

The newlywed wife examines new pans before turning to me. “My husband told me. Thank you.”

So-eun peeks from behind a squid snack package, watching me intently.

Ye-eun smiles. “With how dangerous it is now…we couldn’t have gotten this much without you.”

I chuckle. “Don’t mention it.”

The large man grins dopily. I rest a hand on my sword hilt. “What happened to the inline skaters?”

“Ah! They loaded shopping carts with ramen and supplies. Went door-to-door distributing them.”

…Huh.
Actually decent people.
Unlike me – I only cleared the mart for level grinding.
Suhyun grabs my arm as I reach for the gate. “Where are you going? Dinner time! Let’s grill samgyeopsal!”
…Samgyeopsal…!
Damn. My hand stops mid-air.
Getting hungry too…
But first – securing the hardware store area.
“Come with me,” I tell the large man, who follows without question.
Suhyun pouts but waves us off. “I’ll prepare the pork belly.”
The automatic gate locks behind us with a click.
…Wait.
Noticed wooden beams reinforcing the gate now – no gaps left.
Suhyun really…
…Need to secure that hardware store fast.
The convenience store’s rotting corpses hit us first – godawful stench.
“Teacher,” the large man hesitates, “won’t these corpses cause disease?”
…Disease?
I stop walking.
He’s right.
Remember learning about the Black Death from unburied war corpses attracting rats…
Not good.
At the intersection, a gas station comes into view.
“…Should we burn them?” I suggest. “Gasoline from there would work.”
Before he can process this, a dark smoke plume rises in the distance – near the mart.
…The skaters.
Had the same idea.
Great minds think alike in the apocalypse.
“We’ll organize proper burning tomorrow with them,” I decide. “For now, just move corpses to the roadside.”
But the solitary smoke plume tells another story – no other areas have killed enough zombies to need burning.
Probably just me.
Doubt anyone else is hunting these things at my scale.
Past the mixed-use building, McDonald’s appears – completely exposed with glass walls and automatic doors.
…Tricky.
Automatic doors mean I can’t Acceleration-rush inside immediately.
Fuck.
No choice.
I walk straight toward the entrance.
Watch me.
Zombies pressed against the glass immediately frenzy.
“GRRAAHH!”
They pile up behind tables and chairs, unable to break through immediately.
The automatic doors slide open.
ZZZIIIP-
“GRRAAHH!”
A flood of zombies spills out toward the pickup truck I’m using as cover.
Acceleration!
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
Their grasping hands freeze a meter away.
Stab. Stab. Stab.
Dodge left.
Acceleration!
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
Nine down near the entrance.
Blood droplets hang in air like macabre decorations.
More pour from the stairs.
Clear the doorway!
Acceleration!
[Auto-cast: Acceleration]
Time stops as I weave between frozen zombies.
Stab through skulls.
Pivot.
Stab again.
The rainbow-print-shirted woman tumbles down the stairs.
Methodically clear both floors and bathrooms.
…
Done.
[Level increased by 7]
…?
Only 7?
Killed over twenty just now…
“Status.”
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The Chosen One
[Specialization – Time Adjuster] [Level – Max.]
[Title – Civilian]
Stats
[HP – 28/30] [Senses – 2/2]
[Strength – 4/25] [Agility – 4/4]
[Focus – 10/55] [Intelligence – N/A]
[Unallocated Points – 7]
Skills
[Active – Acceleration] (Auto-casting)
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…Max level?
So 100 is cap…
Wait.
My specialization is blinking.
“Time Adjuster” pulses brightly.
…Something’s there.
Not the place to investigate – surrounded by corpses.
Check back at the attic.
For now – area cleared.
Mission accomplished.
I descend the stairs.