Chapter 47 - Chapter 47

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 47

Chapter Title: Saved Hye-jeong's Younger Sister

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If my Stamina and Mental stats and skills weren't at Lv.10, I probably would've collapsed from exhaustion halfway here.

This wasn't a course an ordinary person could handle without rest.

No zombies, and it'd be one thing...

But hunting zombies blocking the path ahead while staying vigilant in all directions and avoiding them was exhausting without a single break over such a long distance.

Straight-line distance-wise, it was closer than this, but for safety, I thoroughly avoided alleys or narrow streets where I could get surrounded by zombies.

'The way back should be easier, though. I've already cleared out a ton of zombies on the route here. Once you've swept through once, it'll be relatively smoother the second time.'

My stats and skills excluding Magic Power had risen to Lv.10,

and with Aiming and Marksmanship at Lv.2,

even though the UMP45 used .45 ACP rounds, I'd taken down a lot of zombies.

Down from 4,000 to 2,000 rounds left, so I'd burned through about half—2,000.

Not quite 100% accuracy, but somewhere between 80% and 90% hits.

Checking the stats, it showed I'd killed 1,647 zombies.

'Whew. Time to get started.'

I climbed to the roof of the nearest villa building,

then pulled a decoy grenade from my Subspace Storage and hurled it toward a distant empty lot on the opposite side from my target villa.

The decoy grenade arced beautifully, flying well over 100 meters before blasting fake gunfire sounds that pulled zombie aggro like crazy.

- Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat! Ta-tang! -

Zombies shambling lazily through the quiet villa complex swarmed madly toward the noise.

I waited for the perfect moment when they'd clustered thickest,

then yanked the pin on a real grenade and chucked it at the decoy spot.

Exactly five seconds later, the grenade I threw exploded.

- KABOOM!!!!!!! -

"Whoa. That's the stuff. Fuck... hand-feel is insane. This is real zombie hunting. Heh heh heh."

One grenade took out over 20 clustered zombies.

Counting those shredded by shrapnel, losing limbs? Easily 40.

The massive blast drew more aggro from fresh zombie hordes, so I lobbed another grenade their way.

This time, I used the "cooking" technique.

Pull the pin and hold before throwing.

If my timing was right, it'd detonate right above their heads.

With real grenades, faulty fuses could go off in 2-3 seconds, making it suicidal,

but the Battlegrounds 2 grenades were flawless—always exactly five seconds.

- KABOOM!!!!!!! -

Another flood of zombie kill notifications.

Airburst right over their skulls? Way deadlier than before—far more kills.

'Grenades are king against packs.'

"Grr~ fuck yeah~~ This is like sex. Shit..."

From the villa roof, watching zombies drop like flies around the blast epicenter was pure catharsis.

Like lotus petals blooming—zombies flipping backward or crumpling from the shockwave.

The rush was intoxicating.

"Gonna burn all these grenades."

- KABOOM!!!!!!! -

- KABOOM!!!!!!! -

- KABOOM!!!!!!! -

I hurled every last one I had, over 20 in total.

All gone.

"Whew, feels good to get that off my chest. Fuck, that was fun."

I dusted my hands, descended from the roof, and headed for Hye-jeong's family home—my real target.

While most zombies in the complex were aggroed the other way,

I cleared the path with decoy grenades, real ones, and the relatively quiet suppressed UMP45.

- Pong! Pong! Pong! -

Up and down stairs, wiping out zombies that ignored the blasts, I reached Hye-jeong's family door.

"Whew..."

Getting here was brutal.

Now for the payoff.

Were Hye-jeong's family still alive?

Or all dead... or zombies?

I knocked on the door of Villa 101, Unit 401.

- Knock knock. -

No response to the first knock.

- Knock knock. Knock knock knock. -

Still nothing to the second.

Or so I thought.

- Rustle. -

'Someone's there. Human? Or zombie?'

I debated just ringing the doorbell,

but worried it'd be too loud, so I knocked again.

- Knock knock. Knock knock knock. -

- Rustle rustle. -

The presence moved right up to the door at my knocking.

I aimed my gun at the door, just in case.

If a zombie groaned "Grraaah~" and pounded "Thud thud!", I might have to turn it into Swiss cheese.

"...Wh-who is it?"

A faint, tiny voice from inside—definitely human.

A young woman's voice, beautiful and soft.

Similar to Kim Hye-jeong's—pretty and sweet.

'Lucky. She's alive. Hye-jeong's little sister.'

"Kim Hye-jeong sent me. You're her sister Kim Hye-yeon, right? Here to rescue you. Open up."

"...Gasp?! ...S-sis?! Is she alive...?!!"

- Rustle. Creak. -

The door to 101-401 swung wide, revealing a petite, boyish-cut beauty—cute young woman with stylish short hair.

Considering no woman had time to doll up post-zombie apocalypse, she was stunning.

"Those gunshots and explosions just now—were those you? They woke me up, so I was peeking out to see what was happening."

Kim Hye-yeon, Hye-jeong's sister, must've been roused by the decoy gunfire and grenade blasts.

I nodded to confirm it was me.

'...That bitch Hye-jeong. She lied to me. Not four times prettier than her?

She's exactly Hye-jeong's level... ...Eh, not bad.

...No. Looking closer, smaller tits and ass.

Hye-jeong's the type you bang once and go four times,

little sis Hye-yeon... hmm... three times? 3.5?'

Hye-jeong said her sister was prettier!

Four times prettier!

Hye-yeon was as pretty as Hye-jeong.

Precisely? 80-90% of Hye-jeong's hotness.

Hye-jeong's on another level, so this was still gorgeous...

But high expectations lead to big letdowns.

I'd come expecting hotter than Hye-jeong.

Even movies—hyped as "insanely fun," I'd be disappointed unless they delivered.

Conversely, "total trash" ones felt decent.

Normally, she'd be "jackpot!" territory—screaming "Sex!" levels.

But after hyping myself up like a fool, trekking here? Kinda bummed.

Feels like Hye-jeong suckered me in. Mumble grumble~

'Plus, I glimpsed her face on Hye-jeong's phone.

Thought it was a close friend pic...

Ah... they look so alike. How'd I miss it?

Fuck. What a screw-up.

Should've checked her phone first.

Family pic's gotta exist.

...That bitch Hye-jeong. Hid it on purpose.

I got played. Totally played.

She knew damn well her sis pic was there.'

No way Hye-jeong didn't know.

She had the photo but deliberately didn't show me.

Heart pounding, scared I'd ask?

"No sis pics on your phone?" could've happened.

'That bitch... She told me her sister was younger and prettier,

bullshitting that sis was four times hotter and younger,

so how could she show me the pic guilt-free?

I might see it, get disappointed, and bail on the rescue.

Her hiding the photo? Makes some twisted sense.'

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