episode_0191

A room full of moving boxes.

In a chaotic atmosphere,

A thumping sound echoed through the room.

Darae, who hit the desk, immediately let out a deep curse from her mouth…

came out

“Fuck!!!”

“…kinda.”

Ilho groaned, holding his forehead as the swear words were so strong that they seemed so blatant and even vulgar.

It’s not that I don’t understand why Darae spits profanity, but even so, there are degrees.

‘Who are you going to seduce like that?’

The love of a gentleman like that?

Ilho’s head naturally shook left and right.

“So you’re saying that not a single person responded? Not even one person?”

“uh.”

The Daegu Union led by Darae was ultimately a union of branch organizations.

Each branch organization also had its own leaders, and it was somewhat expected that encouraging people to join would not be as easy as expected.

But I never thought there would be a single one.

This was something that even Darae could not have expected.

“Are the kids crazy? Are you trying to make everyone else fall behind just so you can get a little bit of power?”

“Well… there is no guarantee that you will die.”

Although Ilho expressed his disapproval because he was so excited, Ilho also agreed with Darae’s words inwardly.

You will probably die.

With high probability.

“There is no guarantee, 100% everything will be lost, right? Even now, I can barely hold on while drinking adrenaline.”

“Give me some and let’s go.”

“What if it runs out?”

“I’ll figure it out then.”

Even though he said that, Ilho also didn’t feel at ease.

[Ilho!]

[older brother!!!]

We fought together on several battlefields while dealing with mutants.

Do you show off all sorts of forms in front of them as if you were a superhero, and then throw them away?

I didn’t like it.

‘Hansung… what did that man do?’

Ilho’s experience with Hanseong was brief, but it was so intense that even that brief moment was unforgettable.

A child is alone in heaven and earth.

A life that seems to embody the words of the Buddha, who said that in the universe there is nothing more precious than oneself.

It was the life Ilho dreamed of.

“What did that person do?”

“Who? Our Hanseong?”

“…Ugh.”

Who has been our Hanseong since when?

Wouldn’t I be kicked later and start crying? Ilho was already very worried.

“Do you want to die? Huh?!”

“Do you feel like you’re already going to throw up? Our Hanseong? Ugh…what the fuck.”

“Hey!!!”

Even as he said that, Ilho was secretly rooting for the two.

I wondered who would take a woman like that, but I felt like there would be no one else but him.

‘Isn’t this the first time someone said they liked him?’

After thinking about it carefully, I quit.

Even if there was, there was no time for such sweet talk.

If you hide it, you hide it.

You’ll never get caught.

If I had known, I would have made fun of him until his ears prickled.

Conversely, it would have been the same even if I had been caught.

‘If I get caught, I’d rather die.’

Ilho trembled slightly, imagining the terrible things that would happen if his sister found out that he liked someone.

At that moment, Jisoo, who was watching them, answered Ilho’s question.

“Hansung would have saved it.”

It was a pretty definitive statement, but Darae immediately shook her head and denied it.

“You must have thrown it away?”

“You found it.”

“No? I threw it away unconditionally.”

A strange fight between two women.

Ilho, who was caught in the middle, tried to diffuse the situation with a sheepish smile, but the intense gazes they directed at each other showed no signs of abating.

“You don’t even know much, do you?”

“You know?”

“I’ve only seen you for a few days?”

“Because time is not important. Hanseong looks like me.”

“Not at all.”

From Daegu to Gangwon-do and back to Daegu.

We’ve been together for quite a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen him show this much emotion.

Ilho tried to control his mind, thinking about his situation where he had only received a formal answer.

‘You knew it wouldn’t work….’

It was something I expected early on that the relationship would be difficult to achieve anyway.

She was a woman who did not match her fierce appearance.

Ilho suppressed his feelings, taking comfort in the fact that Darae did not notice his feelings.

“Now, stop it!!! Let’s think about what to do next.”

The two people looked away from Ilho’s intervention and turned their attention back to the meeting.

“That’s what I said, but… I have to save it.”

“That’s right, right?”

It was an answer that did not go beyond Ilho’s expectations at all.

She was originally like that,

That’s why I’m so proud of you.

“You said you would save Hanseong, so you have no intention of opposing it, right?”

“…of course.”

It seems like he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to him.

Jisoo frowned slightly, but quickly returned to her usual expressionless expression.

“Then, let’s start from a nearby place…”

Looking at the map showing the locations of the branch organizations, Darae began to give a brief plan.

“First of all, we have to take the frog man with us.”

“That guy…? He’s a good person, but he doesn’t have any fighting skills, right?”

A frog that secretes a thick mucus-like liquid from its skin.

Although he had the advantage of not being discovered by zombies, he was not someone with abilities that should be ignored.

“I thought it would be good to make something like stomach cream with mucus.”

“…I don’t use it.”

I didn’t want to go around applying the skin oil of a 50-year-old man.

I’d rather fight.

“For spare, not for spare.”

Considering all the things the frog man did, it would definitely be helpful.

He was the number one contributor to discovering the store organizations.

“…Well, okay. What about other people?”

“If the frog guy joins first, and Jisoo shows some force, maybe it will end easily?”

Ilho also thought that his decision to join would be easy after just one sparring session with Jisoo.

Although Jisoo was originally a very capable person, Jisoo’s ability to control her body as she wanted was especially compatible with Darae’s hormones.

The personalities didn’t seem to match at all.

‘I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, so I’m probably hesitant.’

Since they had never thought of joining the group before going to Gangwon-do, Ilho also understood their feelings a little.

“Are you confident?”

“Yes.”

“Then the departure is tomorrow. Let’s finish this today and rest.”

Fortunately, after a neatly concluded meeting, Darae stopped Ilho as he was about to return to his room.

“Hey, did you take all the hormones? Give me the bottle.”

“Oh? Here.”

At Darae’s words, Ilho took out three empty glass bottles from his arms and handed them to her.

“Jisoo, you drank it all too, right?”

“Yes.”

Jisoo also took out three glass bottles with a simple answer.

Darae, who was handed the entire bottle, immediately drank it…

I started drooling.

The long red tongue sticks out,

Sticky saliva into it.

“Put it in a place where it can’t be seen!!!”

“Bee~”

Darae drools more openly, as if teasing her scared younger brother.

Jisoo also revealed a rare expression of discomfort.

“… It was saliva.”

In “? Didn’t you know?”

“…Yes.”

It seemed like things that had become closer between the two had grown further apart.

*

The next morning.

It was a journey that started with a light heart, but the moment I arrived, I realized something was wrong.

“Fuck…. What is this.”

There was no response to Ilho’s low-pitched curse.

Same one way.

Even from people who should be at their destination.

The corpses of zombies were strewn like laundry on the shaggy barbed wire fence.

The foul smell of rotting corpses spread everywhere.

“… There was definitely no mention of being attacked.”

It wasn’t common.

I was always careful about variants,

Even if they were away for a while, the basic communication network through the telegraph was not cut off.

If there had been an attack, there should have been contact.

But there was no contact whatsoever.

“… Let’s go in first.”

“Dangerous.”

Jisoo tried to stop Darae, but Darae shook off his touch.

“They are my people.”

Intense eyes filled with determination.

It seemed clear that no matter what I said now, he wouldn’t listen.

‘…is it true that they resemble each other?’

Jisoo also nodded, thinking over Darae’s words, which she had denied all along.

Ilho and his friends came forward and removed the zombie corpses that were blocking the entrance.

“Sister!!! I will lead the way!”

Ilho’s friend Isaac claimed to be Darae’s knight with a loud voice, but

Darae passed him and headed inside.

“…Ha.”

A sigh of despair bursts out at the cruel scene before my eyes.

Decorations placed on the ground stained with red blood.

Hands, feet.

Calves, thighs, torso.

neck. head.

Limbs that appear to have been cut by something sharp are scattered everywhere.

“People…?”

Dead bodies caused by zombies or mutants did not show such sharp cross sections.

If you are bitten by a regular zombie, you will become a zombie.

Most corpses hit by mutants are reduced to mush.

The clean cross section looked as if it had been cut with a knife… My first thought was that it was clearly the work of a person.

“There are zombies that are not considered people, right? Isn’t this a new variant?”

“…That would be more correct.”

I responded to Ilho’s words like that, but the uneasiness still did not go away.

‘It’s too… beautiful to have been done by a mutant.’

I was disgusted to even think about the expression “beautiful” after seeing a corpse, but I couldn’t deny that the dismembered figures had a certain level of artistry.

A cleanly cut hand.

Clean cut feet.

It was a cross-section that was cut to fit the joints.

“It must be a variant….”

As Darae was smiling bitterly, trying to deny the worst possibility, Jisoo heard a subtle human voice in her ears.

‘Ugh… Ugh….’

Sounds like the body is shaking.

At the clear sound of a person, Jisoo quickly left her seat and ran into the building.

“There is a person!”

“People?!”

The group following Jisoo.

We arrived at the basement after chasing the faint moans that continued.

There, the group found a man unconscious and covered in mucus.

“Mister Frog…!”