Han Joo-yeon is a trustworthy person.

    However, the basis for making this judgment all comes from my memories of Son Si-woo.

    Even back then, unconditional trust was possible as we were bound together within the fence of family, but not now.

    Even if you say you have a blind crush on me, we are still strangers.

    Even among blood relatives, fights sometimes break out, so how can it be even worse?

    So how much can I trust her?

    I tried to get a rough estimate by asking questions.

    “entire.”

    Before I could ask her anything, she answered me in a small but strong tone.

    A sincere look that doesn’t feel fake at all.

    Of course, I’m not a lie detector, and I don’t know if I can 100% see through people’s minds.

    The eyes of the guy I was looking at right now seemed more than truthful and desperate.

    “I might look a little strange. yes?”

    “… … .”

    Juyeon looks into my inner thoughts with a sad smile.

    It’s just as he said.

    I find her suspicious sometimes.

    What is the reason why I expressed a strong crush on him from the first time I met him on the campus of a Korean university?

    Why does it sometimes seem like it knows me well?

    This thought often comes to mind whenever I have doubts that I cannot resolve on my own.

    Do you know that I am Son Si-woo?

    However, this also did not provide a clear answer.

    If I had known that he was my brother-in-law, I wouldn’t have appealed to him as the opposite sex so blatantly.

    “But Dojin.”

    “yes.”

    “There is no grand reason for my actions other than because I like you.”

    “… … .”

    Han Joo-yeon smiles self-deprecatingly.

    “I’m not going to ask you to understand my feelings right away. but… “Please believe me on this one.”

    She placed her hand on my shoulder and continued speaking in a desperate tone.

    “I never do anything you don’t like or don’t want to do.”

    So please believe me.

    “… … .”

    The question was not resolved.

    On the contrary, it only piled up more.

    Is it possible to build up such heavy affection in just a few encounters?

    At the same time, I was confident.

    “I will believe it.”

    Regardless of the questions that are piling up, I am confident that at least he will never hit me in the head or do anything that could harm me.

    Seeing her sighing in relief makes my heart prick a little.

    “that… , I actually believed it in the beginning, right? But as I said, the guys who came with me were so suspicious that I couldn’t help but consider one situation… .”

    What am I saying now?

    This guy smiles softly while looking at me talking gibberish.

    “Yes, I know you feel sorry for me.”

    “… “It’s good to know.”

    “But if it all ends with you saying you’re sorry, why would there be police or the law?”

    It sounds like you’re not going to just ignore it, but is this true?

    Han Joo-yeon spreads her arms while she is confused.

    “hug me. “Then I’ll take a look.”

    “… … .”

    What will you do if I don’t look at you, you guy?

    … Even though I was thinking this, I steadily walked over and hugged the guy.

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    After going through a somewhat complicated authentication process.

    Juyeon and I stopped exploring.

    and.

    “Many zombies 100m ahead.”

    Under my leadership, I began slaughtering nearby zombies and grotesque creatures.

    「Phoenix.」

    A bird made up of bright red flames that burn constantly using my magic as power.

    A flame version of Bingdak presented inside Kraken.

    So the names were similar.

    “Fire chicken, there are a lot of things to burn over there.”

    -Byeeek!

    A guy who shows his defiance by wildly swinging his blazing wings.

    I don’t like the name Buldak so much.

    Still, I can’t help it.

    How can you change a name once it has been chosen?

    The guy who was being so vicious soon got tired of his own efforts and flew helplessly in the direction I pointed.

    and.

    -Bwaaagh!

    Grumble!

    Did you say that they went to Jongno, got slapped, and glared at the Han River?

    That’s exactly what Buldak is doing now.

    Since they can’t fight back against me, the creator, anymore, they’re taking out their anger on the zombies.

    Wow!

    Zombies screaming and turning into ashes in flames.

    “You’re wasting too much magical power, fire chicken.”

    -Beep… .

    A guy who grumbles and reduces the size of the rising flames.

    “Just a little more, that’s right. “I hope it ends there.”

    By limiting firepower, only then does the consumption of magical power decrease.

    Buldak is a flame shaped like a bird.

    Perhaps that is why the efficiency of the magic power used when using flames is very excellent.

    Thanks to this, the consumption of magical power is not that burdensome even if you run around as fast as you want, but since you never know when something might happen, you should save it in advance.

    “It’s really amazing… .”

    Juyeon, who was next to him, continues to admire Buldak, who acts with free will.

    Actually, I find it fascinating too.

    I made it, but I’m not sure exactly how it works.

    Although creatures made of magical power are limited, they act with will.

    Perhaps, if Han Ju-hee had seen this instead of Han Joo-yeon, her eyes would have been half-rolled.

    “I think it’s over, so let’s look for it again.”

    “okay.”

    Killing zombies is something that Buldak, who feeds on my magic power, must do.

    Our work is separate.

    “Ah, I found it!”

    Finding a torn note or notebook in the ash that covers the ground.

    What she brought was a crumpled note the size of her palm.

    As it had a deep sense of age, when I carefully unfolded it and opened it, I saw a lot of writing written on it.

    【Cloudy on X/X/2XXX.】

    【While heading to a distant supermarket to get food, I met a traitor.】

    【Rather than saving the world from ruin, he is a traitor to humanity who turned his back on him faster than anyone else.】

    【I was thinking that he was dead, but he just passed me by.】

    【Is it because at that time it was already considered dead?】

    【I shouted at him without fear.】

    【I don’t remember the details, but… , A traitor to humanity who enjoys cutting down humans more than anyone else asked what kind of wind would blow and pass by a human being?】

    【He said that time】

    【I already ate enough.】

    【I turned my head to the place where I felt an eerie feeling… , Approximately a hundred people were all butchered to death with a large number of swords.】

    【Thanks to these people, I survived.】

    【I was involuntarily relieved.】

    “A sword demon… .”

    He said the name “Sword Demon” written on the note and looked around.

    The site of a building where only the pillars remain.

    In the past, it must have been a hiding place or temporary residence for the person who wrote this note.

    Then, there are three keywords that can be obtained here.

    ‘Distant supermarket’, ‘Pile of over 100 corpses’, ‘Sword Demon’.

    The problem here is that we don’t know if this guy named Sword Demon is really a searcher, or simply the boss of this area… .

    Aside from that, there is a small sense of victory.

    How good was he at using a sword that he was called a swordsman?

    Meanwhile, Juyeon, who was looking at the note together, asks me.

    “What on earth is written on this note?”

    “… … ?”

    What is he saying all of a sudden?

    Even though the handwriting is a bit bad, there’s no way you wouldn’t be able to recognize the letters written in Korean… , what.

    This could not be… , does it only appear in Korean to my eyes?

    “sister.”

    “huh?”

    “Would you like to trace the letters you see on the note here and write them on the floor?”

    “Uh… , wait for a sec.”

    Juyeon moves around holding a rock scattered on the floor in his hand.

    The handwriting he wrote was a language I had never seen before, the origin of which I could not figure out.

    I asked her again.

    “therefore… “My sister is saying that all the letters written on the note now look like this.”

    “huh… . “Aren’t you?”

    Should I tell the truth or gloss over it?

    After thinking for a moment, he soon opens his mouth.

    “To me, it doesn’t look like strange letters like my sister wrote on the floor, but rather looks like Korean.”

    “Uh… , really?”

    When I told her exactly what was written, she seemed skeptical, and only then did she seem to understand.

    “I guess it’s true.”

    Maybe this is a device.

    Something like a security system that is only allowed to 504 people with the ‘Qualified Person’ trait.

    Otherwise, it doesn’t explain why only I can read it.

    I hurriedly open my mouth.

    “For now, let’s continue our search based on what is written here.”

    If you keep asking why only you can see it, it will take a long time whether you tell the truth or make up a lie, so for now I have no choice but to change the topic.

    “Oh, yes. I said it was a supermarket far away… ?”

    “yes. “There will probably be no shape left, or it will remain vague, so you will have to look closely.”

    “OK got it.”

    As I walk through the city at a slow pace, looking around, I get lost in thought.

    This is an apocalypse world.

    Clearly, the only means of movement for this person who sets out to find food is his two legs.

    What if all the nearby supermarkets are out of food and you have to rely on places far away?

    How far did it go?

    An hour, maybe two hours.

    If not that too… , half a day?

    “Seuuu… “It’s ambiguous.”

    Although we obtained some fairly significant keywords, this alone is not enough.

    I know this because I’ve been to a place similar to this one once, and the size is no joke.

    Finding a supermarket when you don’t even know which direction is an absolutely inefficient action.

    “I can’t do that. After catching some more monsters… .”

    Just as I was about to finish saying I wanted to continue my search.

    I felt a presence around me.

    Dozens or hundreds of pairs of gazes filled with hostility felt in all directions.

    Not only from the front and back, but also from both sides.

    Zombies running at breakneck speed, regardless of direction.

    Wow!

    I feel like I’m under siege.

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