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    I felt nauseous for a while and vomited up what I had eaten.

    I thought there might be other zombies, but my body didn’t move easily.

    To that extent, this scene was quite shocking.

    It was only lightly described in novels.

    However, seeing it in print and actually seeing it was a different level of shock.

    My hands were shaking. It wasn’t because I was scared.

    I was so angry, I couldn’t stand it at all.

    However, I gritted my teeth and suppressed my anger.

    Then, I looked around and gathered as much information as I could.

    All of the meat had its bones removed.

    It was also wrapped in a spider web and hanging from the ceiling.

    There was a table on one side, and on it was a tangle of bones and flesh.

    Lastly, dried and sticky blood was also seen.

    There was only one variant capable of doing this.

    Buddha.

    This guy’s right arm was big and sharp, like a meat knife.

    It was a variant that used its arms to fight survivors and paid special attention to the blade.

    So, once they caught a survivor, they would break the bones and chew them.

    I heard that he supplemented calcium like that and made the blade on his right arm bigger.

    And then something strange started to come from nearby.

    It sounded like a blade being dragged across the floor.

    “Come on, I’ll kill you.”

    There was no need to hesitate anymore.

    Anyway, he was a rat in a poison.

    I adjusted my grip on the baton, thinking I would break that proud right arm.

    And the next moment, I suddenly felt pain in my right side.

    “… !?”

    The body hit the wall with a loud bang.

    This time, in a different way, I felt no strength in my body.

    My back felt like I had been hit with a sledgehammer, and gastric juice flowed from my mouth.

    I immediately knew where I had hit.

    Spleen or kidney. It must have been because he got hit on that side.

    “… Ugh, ugh!”

    The guard that was not killed earlier slowly took a stance.

    It was as if he was protecting the Buddha who appeared in the galley.

    I lifted myself up using the baton as a staff.

    I had a feeling something strange was going on, but I ignored it.

    “이, 개새끼야!”

    He raised the baton high and then struck it straight down.

    The guard easily blocked it by crossing his arms.

    But that wasn’t what I was aiming for.

    As I immediately kicked the guy in the stomach, I could see his posture shaking.

    If you charge like this and let it fall, it’s over.

    All you have to do is press down on his arm with your knee and hit his head.

    “Aaagh!”

    “… !”

    Something was swung with a whistling sound.

    It seemed that Butcher had launched an attack for the guard.

    Fortunately, I ended up only getting scratched because I pulled out, but it was quite dangerous.

    That blade was so sharp that it seemed unstoppable.

    It won’t be cut off at once like in the novel, but your body won’t be able to hold on.

    So we had no choice but to face off for a while.

    All three knew it instinctively.

    If you move hastily, you will suffer irreversible damage.

    But I couldn’t afford to laze around here.

    These two are not the only zombies in this school.

    The spiders know I came into the school.

    So it was necessary to finish the work quickly before help arrived.

    Then there was only one way.

    I slowly spread my arms to the sides.

    The idea was to give the flesh and take the bones.

    There was plenty of food anyway, so there was no problem in abusing the body.

    The moment I finished calculating that point, the blade was aimed at my head.

    Of course, I couldn’t hit it like that.

    So, the moment I hurriedly brushed the blade away with my baton, a strong pain arose in my abdomen.

    In an instant, the breath was knocked out of my lungs, and at the same time, I felt a strong shock to my back.

    “Grrrr..!”

    “Aaagh!”

    I tried to ignore the guard and Buddha’s triumphant smiles and leaned against the wall to catch my breath.

    Gastric juice flowed from my mouth again and it was a little difficult to control my body.

    I knew what happened.

    I had forgotten that the guard is not just a defense variant.

    It must have stretched out its powerful arms forward and charged at me.

    Really, it was clear that an ordinary person would have been seriously injured in the attack just moments ago.

    No, it was clear that I was holding up well.

    Although I was used to the pain from having been hit so many times in my stomach, the strength in my legs would go away and come back again and again.

    The guard looked quite surprised.

    He probably didn’t know that I could stand properly, so he took up his position again and started looking for an opportunity.

    It would be nice to remain a little triumphant and then let down your guard.

    Butcher also hid behind the guard, positioning himself well to swing his right arm.

    At this point, I was the one who was cornered.

    Buddha’s right arm was several tens of centimeters longer than my Buddhist baton.

    If it were a fight between Buddha and me, I would have the advantage.

    If you just give me your flesh and attack me like a dog, saying I will take your bones, you will win.

    However, with the guard involved, the situation turned out quite strangely.

    The strategy of giving away the flesh and taking away the bones did not work.

    If I get hit by the same attack one more time, I will definitely faint for a moment.

    Then, they will allow the Buddha to attack without defense.

    If a blood line is cut incorrectly, that alone will increase your chances of victory.

    In that case, I also had to change my strategy a bit.

    “, clenched your teeth… !”

    “Guhuh… !”

    I lowered my posture and aimed the tip of the baton at the guard.

    And without hesitation, he rushed forward like a knight holding a jousting spear.

    You only have to avoid Buddha’s attack once anyway.

    The blade on its right arm is threatening, but it is large and cannot attack continuously.

    “… !”

    As expected, Buddha’s blade flew out.

    Fortunately, I was able to avoid it easily because I was keeping my posture down, but I couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation in my hair.

    And as a repayment from earlier, I also penetrated the guard’s defenses and plunged the baton into his stomach.

    The guard gritted his teeth and held on.

    He began to firmly protect Buddha without moving even a single step.

    I didn’t think that I would be neutralized by that attack anyway.

    “Just like that. You bastard.”

    I growled.

    The guard seemed to be momentarily scared and took a step back, then showed his teeth and roared.

    And as if they had promised each other, the brawl began.

    I had the advantage at first.

    As I clenched my teeth and swung the baton regardless of whether it hit me or not, the guard was slowly pushed back, barely able to defend himself with both arms.

    But from then on, I started to get pushed back.

    The guard, who was clumsily swinging his fist to counterattack, soon began throwing punches convincingly.

    Although not as threatening as a boxer, the problem was the guard’s arm.

    Simply put, one forearm is as big as my waist.

    There was no way I could easily withstand it as it flew at me with a loud bang.

    It was like they were just relying on their regenerative power and pushing forward.

    Still, I started to have an advantage.

    The guard fought hard. It was definitely sturdy, but not as strong as mine.

    He wasn’t stronger than me, and he didn’t have as good of a regenerative ability as me.

    After several minutes of fighting, the guard was so shaken that he could no longer control himself.

    Now it was time to deliver the final blow.

    “Guhuh… !”

    “Die gracefully, please!”

    Even though he was hit hard on the head, the guard did not fall down.

    The guard, who had endured up to three units, knelt down and moved forward.

    However, he must have been conscious even in that state, so he quickly grabbed my leg and began a pointless resistance.

    I confirmed the death by hitting the guard’s head with the tip of the baton.

    The moment I thought that all I had to do was catch the Buddha and that would be the end.

    “… ?”

    There was a sharp pain.

    In an instant, my stomach became hot and it hurt as if I had been stabbed by a knife.

    “Ah, ah… !”

    The blade was sticking out of my stomach.

    Fortunately, it wasn’t a very deep stab.

    But once my head turned white, I couldn’t think of anything.

    “You can’t add more!!”

    “Aaagh!”

    Moreover, Butcher pushed the blade even harder as if this was his chance.

    I was struggling like a madman.

    As if that wasn’t the end, Buddha tried to move the blade by turning it at an angle.

    I reflexively threw away the baton and then held the blade so that it could not turn.

    The power struggle went on like this for a while.

    Buddha slowly pulled out the blade and then groaned as if he was tired.

    It seemed like he probably thought he wouldn’t be able to kill him in one go.

    I snatched up the baton and slowly walked up to the wall.

    Contrary to the situation just a moment ago, this time the Buddha attacked.

    But this time I was at a huge disadvantage.

    Butcher didn’t suffer too much damage thanks to the guard.

    However, I got into a fight with the guard and got beaten up here and there, and now I even have a hole in my stomach.

    In addition, the amount of bleeding was unusual, and the floor began to turn red in an instant.

    At least the regeneration was going well, so the amount of bleeding was gradually decreasing.

    “… ”

    I had a headache and my vision was blurry.

    In the end, I was able to lightly sit on the scab and now I could take my hand off the wound.

    The spilled blood did not disappear.

    I felt like things were going really strangely.

    If it were me before, I would have crawled here.

    Buddha, Buddha, he must have asked for his life.

    But I didn’t think like that anymore.

    Although my vision is blurry and my condition is not good.

    After confirming that I could move, I immediately aimed the tip of the baton at Buddha.

    Buddha swung his blade threateningly several times.

    And he seemed to have forgotten one fact.

    The blade on the right arm is large and sharp, but it has a lot of room to cut into it once it is swung.

    Without hesitation, I dodged the blade and then swung the baton.

    Soon after, Buddha’s head broke and he fell to the floor.

    And I also fell to the floor.

    Just because it had regenerative power didn’t mean that the spilled blood was instantly generated.

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