002. Let's Go Find the E-Cup College Girl.
The masturbation-addicted college girl was located 1km away.
Normally, I could run there in one breath and it wouldn't take long. But since I had to move quietly now, it would take ten times longer.
With time spent fighting, moving, taking detours, and so on, it could take more than ten times as long.
I needed to find a safe route.
Going there was a certainty, at least.
I couldn't even see a photo.
I was fucking curious about the masturbation-addict.
I was imagining all sorts of things in my head.
Of course, I had to get there safely if I wanted to see her.
I activated the minimap ability,
and opened the monster tab.
This time, instead of information, colorful dots were displayed in a minimap format like in games.
First, green was zombies, and this... a goblin?
Fuck, so this wasn't a zombie apocalypse.
It seemed to be a monster apocalypse. Later on, shit like orcs and trolls would probably show up too.
Zombies seemed to be nothing more than cannon fodder to inflate numbers, targets for early-game slaughter.
Since monsters didn't seem to be infected but rather summoned from somewhere, I worried less about running out of prey.
Green, yellow, orange, red.
'The colors seem to indicate difficulty?'
Even if I was confident in a fight and a little ahead of everyone else right now,
I could get hit by a blind attack and die,
and if people had awakened abilities like me, they could have all sorts of bizarre powers.
Since I didn't know when or how I'd die, I lived doing whatever the fuck I wanted, just like always. I thought about what I wanted and did my best to get it.
So, my first objective was the masturbation-addicted college girl.
I'd release the sexual frustration built up over a year,
and think things through slowly after that.
And as a bonus, I'd hunt zombies on the way to level up, get my Health to 10, and grab the first-time reward.
I stuffed food into old bags lying around the tofu restaurant and moved out.
Keeping the minimap overlaid on one side of my vision, I took detours mainly to avoid zombies.
Kyaoooohk
Kuaaaaak-
I helped the zombies I encountered on the way rest, since they looked like they were struggling.
"Go to a better place, you bastards.
Since the world is already hell,
where you're going might be heaven."
▶ You have leveled up.
▶ You have leveled up.
I was swinging my hammer while lost in useless thoughts, and before I knew it, two level-up notifications had stacked up.
I immediately raised my Health to 10.
Hmm. Nothing happened?
Of course. There was no way the first-time reward was still up for grabs.
There was no way a mere thug could beat the army with all their guns, or special forces operators who were used to this kind of shit.
First-time reward.
If my thinking was right, there was one method.
The place I was heading to now was also the key. I hoped things would go according to my plan.
And so I headed toward my destination.
Along the way, I found an intact car, picked the lock, and tried to start it up.
Picking locks and starting cars without keys wasn't some status window skill.
It was my real passive skill, learned during my days as a thug.
After picking the lock and quickly silencing the blaring alarm, I paused to check my surroundings. If there were zombies, I hunted them; if not, I moved on.
Since I was checking the map in real-time, I didn't actually have to worry too much.
The ignition.
I had to check this first to decide how to proceed.
When I turned on the phone I'd received upon release and saw there was no signal, I more or less knew.
The moment I cut the wires to short it,
I heard a chik-chik-chik sound, but none of the characteristic sputtering of an engine starting.
It was the same when I checked several other cars.
Among subculture works, there are zombie apocalypse manga, but there's also a genre where modern objects stop working all at once.
It was exactly like that.
Cars didn't work, electricity still turned on, phones powered up but couldn't catch a signal.
Car alarms and horns still blared.
That meant the emergency batteries were working.
Were the internal combustion engines broken?
I had a feeling guns wouldn't work either.
There were many things I needed to check, like TVs or radios, but now I focused on my objective.
After about 30 minutes on the road, I reached my destination.
A gas station.
Every day when I drove around and refueled, I'd had a strange thought.
If I smoked here and it mixed with the gas station's oil,
would it explode?
This time, I was going to test it.
'Seemed like it would be fucking fun. Kekeke.'
The reward seemed like it would be sweet too.
I entered the gas station and prepared for the explosion. I turned the fuel nozzle, and fortunately, it worked normally.
Honestly, if this hadn't worked either, I would have been convinced that all modern items had stopped functioning.
I didn't really understand the principle behind how this worked either.
Maybe the author of Earth was a fan of the Whatever-the-Fuck Fruit.
Not that I minded.
I turned the gas station floor into a sea of oil.
I sprayed oil from far away so it wouldn't get on my body.
Then I made a Molotov cocktail using a soju bottle I'd taken from the tofu restaurant.
As I expected, to carry out a mass slaughter, I needed to draw in the surrounding zombies.
I activated the alarms of about ten parked cars near the gas station.
Preparations were complete. I hid my body and checked the situation.
Kyaoooohk
Kuaaaaak-
Kyaaaaaaaka-
Ooh. Zombies swarming like dog packs.
Their eyes had a greyish tint, as if they had cataracts, so their vision seemed somewhat obstructed. I'd have to move at night from now on.
And zombies definitely reacted strongly to sound. That was important information too. I stored it away in my head one by one.
Once enough zombies had gathered, from the maximum distance I could throw,
"Fire in the hole—"
I shouted and threw the Molotov.
Honestly, it was a moment where I should have stayed quiet,
but if I didn't shout it, this awesome scene would lose its luster.
I ran as far away as possible immediately after throwing it.
Using cover appropriately, I moved this way and that in a zigzag pattern.
I didn't want a pathetic death where something flew at my back for no reason.
Fwwoosh-
Contrary to my expectations, it didn't explode right away.
However, I could feel flames rising behind me, and my back already felt as hot as the midsummer sun.
Then, at some point.
Thud-
Krakakwang-
Boom-
Blast-
A chain explosion of the gas station's oil and the adjacent cars erupted.
I thought I'd gotten far enough away, but even running this far, I could feel the blast and my face grew hot.
I dove into cover and hid until the explosions ended.
Damn, it went on for a while.
I couldn't confirm with my own eyes. It seemed like it would be fucking fun, but not being able to see it was a damn shame.
Right then, a status window appeared, obscuring my vision.
▶ You have hunted a zombie.
▶ You have hunted a zombie.
▶ You have hunted a zombie.
▶ You have hunted a zombie.
▶ You have hunted a zombie.
.
.
.
Notifications that I had hunted zombies obscured my vision.
Since it seemed like it would get in the way going forward, I thought, 'Don't show them one by one, give me a summary.'
▶ You have hunted a zombie. x273
▶ You have succeeded in being among the first to achieve a zombie mass slaughter. Your ability is strengthened.
▶ You have leveled up. x4
A status window explaining things in a summary like that.
I couldn't tell if it was being helpful or inconvenient.
And for good reason—when I checked my status window, I couldn't tell if a still-locked skill had been strengthened. Nothing had changed.
Fuck. So what's the goddamn condition?
I had no clue.
Still, I had leveled up quite a bit. 8 bonus points.
I wasn't particularly smart, so I didn't really get it.
By this point, the smart ones would have figured out the criteria for leveling up. I'd just caught about 300 of them and gotten 4 levels.
Since leveling up was definitely slower than when I first started hunting, it was enough to figure out that raising levels got progressively harder.
Thinking any harder gave me a headache.
[Level] 10
[Stats] Strength 10 Agility 10 Health 10 Mana 1 Intelligence 4
[Remaining Stat Points] 8
This was the important part.
I could raise Intelligence to challenge for the first-time reward, but the first-time for Health had been taken too.
Intelligence's first-time had most likely been taken as well.
Even with the mass slaughter, it wasn't a first-time reward, but a first-come-first-served success.
And since I'd invested in a physical build focusing on Strength, Agility, and Health, raising Mana or Intelligence here would turn me into a ruined character.
At least my brain was working enough for that.
I invested 3 points each in Strength and Agility, and saved 2 points.
I didn't feel like I was lacking Health yet. It had increased from the beginning, so I didn't get tired easily now.
[Level] 10
[Stats] Strength 13 Agility 13 Health 10 Mana 1 Intelligence 4
[Remaining Stat Points] 2
10 was a nice, round number that was easy on the eyes, but now it felt slightly uncomfortable again. I deliberately shook my head to clear the thought.
That wasn't what was important right now.
Hearing the loud noise, a second wave of zombies began swarming in. For groups I could reasonably handle, I advanced while smashing their heads with my hammer.
More zombies flocked than in the first wave, so I had to hide often.
Huff-
After maintaining a tense situation for about 30 minutes, I felt my stamina draining. Should I invest in Health? I wondered while taking a short break.
To grasp the current situation, I opened the minimap ability and saw a monster-free path.
This ability was quite useful. I moved along the monster-free path and checked her status.
And there she was, our masturbation-addicted college girl—
her status had changed.
· Current State: Aware of current situation.
Masturbating. (Masturbation addiction)
From 'Unable to recognize current situation,'
it had changed to 'Aware.'
But the strange thing was that she was still masturbating.
She was a truly severe masturbation-addict.
Two hours had passed since I first checked on her, yet I couldn't believe she was still at it.
Or did she finish once, check the situation, and start up again?
I wondered what happened during the time I couldn't check because I was blowing up the gas station.
I'd ask her when we met.
But this selfish bitch was enjoying herself alone while a zombie outbreak was happening and people were dying.
I wanted to hurry up and go help her.
I was curious what she looked like, too.
I had plenty to ask: whether she masturbated regularly normally, or if she'd been going at it continuously for two hours straight now.
Let's hurry.
Our selfish, serious masturbation-addicted college girl is waiting.
Thud-
I quickened my pace. Behind me, the flames hadn't died down yet, and chain explosions were still ongoing.
So fucking cool.
I could finally see that scene now, but there was something more important.
If I found another gas station, I should install speakers or something to cause an even bigger explosion.
By then my Strength would have increased, so I could detonate it from further away, and maybe I'd even be able to watch the explosion.