chapter 8
a taste of the apocalypse
The first honey-like weekend, I want to sleep a little more, but I don’t have time to hesitate.
I pick up my gun and exit the Fallen Hope. Korea’s love for subways and trains has continued to the present day and is also connected to trams.
The place I went to was the instant dungeon ‘Cupcake Level Apocalypse’.
This is a good dungeon for beginners to raise their sense of battle.
In front of the dungeon, there are many people who want to form a party.
[4 person pot Tang Hill government official pot, Jaman Kyung]
[Waiting for Beauty Healer]
[3/4 If only you come, go]
Thousands of people were recruiting people using the party matching system as if they were soliciting.
If we join a party, we can go right away, so why not?
Perhaps the reason was evident in the way they looked at each other.
Their faces were full of contempt.
They probably got together once as a group project and ended up blaming each other saying, ‘It was dirty and we’ll never see each other again.’
I lifted the cadets between them.
People’s eyes are drawn to that small tile as if a good sale with a cheap free agent came up.
“I’m from Fallen Hope. I’m looking for a party to hire dealerships as soon as possible.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I lost my mind at the feast of the rushing hunters.
Thousands of people flocked to me, and I found a party that seemed to listen the most and escaped the chaos.
The party that was waiting for the role of damage dealer. As soon as the hairy uncle who serves as the party leader sees my cadet ID, he is very happy with it and takes it away because others will steal it.
“Five. are you a cadet? Are you completely safe?”
“It’s like my son. Please.”
A man with a full beard and an aunt in her 40s.
They are probably hunters who do not have enough skills to enter the academy and have been educated for about two years in a private institution. All of them are F-class.
You can see that the hairy man is holding an ax and the aunt is holding a flask, so it can be used for vanguard and recovery purposes.
The problem is that asshole who calls himself a D-class.
“Don’t even think about getting in the way of me if you follow the rules, everyone.”
He has a stiff neck because he has a higher grade. Seeing that he is holding a wand, he is a wizard.
I didn’t even react.
There are many hunters with a disease that makes their neck stiff.
People with this disease have a sore throat, so they point their noses to the sky and look down at people.
The reason he was able to shoot fireballs unlike other people was because he was lucky, not because of anything else.
If you want to see the bottom of a person, did you tell them to give them a trial or give them good strength?
I already have a sense of how low this person is.
It’s probably deep enough that it won’t even go in half even if you stir it with a straw.
I see a life where I live a life with no horns, and then I become a hunter like a lightning bolt, and then I go through a life of powerlessness.
Given their potential, they probably won’t change even if they live here for the rest of their lives.
If I had wanted to develop myself in the first place, I wouldn’t have been dying all day in this easy dungeon.
No matter what you do to him, it won’t affect the future. To me, he is just an existence that fills my head.
The smell of dead bodies fills the air, and this is the entrance gate of the lower ranks. Lesser hunters smelled this stench in the Magul, and they always looked higher and lived.
But, as Eminem said, reality is a gutter, and there are always few who actually climb up where their eyes have skimmed.
[Wow. Damn the opium den would have been cleaner than this.]
Anistine gasped and looked into the dungeon.
‘Cupcake-Level Apocalypse’ sounds cute, but what’s inside isn’t cute at all. Because there is a zombie apocalypse going on inside.
Against the backdrop of the ruined city, countless monsters that neither live nor die are crawling all over the place, surrendering themselves to their instincts.
Fortunately, being bitten does not immediately turn into a zombie, and it can be overcome through recovery magic, but…
The money will be pretty good. It’s important not to bite.
“You can think of anything that exists in here that you can shoot. A great place to put your skills to use.”
[okay. I feel like I’m in a canyon full of Indians everywhere.]
“The problem is that they rip off the neck, not the skin of the head.”
I take out a box lined up by 12 Cuban revolutionaries from inside the bag.
Among them, he takes out a man full of desire to burn himself and attack the capitalist’s lungs, set it on fire, and put it out in front of Anistine.
[Huh. it’s awesome this.]
“This is expensive. I’ve been airlifted to give you a teacher. Are you satisfied?”
[Disciple. Maybe we can become more friendly. Ahem ahem.]
If anyone else sees it, it’ll look like I’m muttering to myself.
The soul that still dwells in their weapons is a story of a far-off country.
You need to hide Anistine so that you don’t get caught by someone like Billy the Kid for nothing.
“Gosh. what are you doing. Talking to yourself.”
It only seems strange to me to hand a cigarette into the air.
“Think of it as my own consciousness. If you smoke a cigarette and go in, you get shot well.”
Anistine asked me, sucking the cigar in my hand.
[Why the hell is your country left without destroying this abomination?]
“Sometimes it’s better to keep it and not break it.”
The state creates and manages these instance dungeons here and there.
The reason is simple.
No matter how accustomed to the invasion of the outside world by now, no one wants the gate to open in front of their eyes, even if it doesn’t mean as much as a dog fight in the news and politicians.
If the energy of the other world is not consumed periodically, it will overflow someday.
It consumes quite a lot of human and material resources to search for the nucleus of another world and dispatch an expedition to destroy the nucleus.
Therefore, the best way is not to destroy the core of the other world, but to keep it in the form of a dungeon as much as it can handle.
The maintenance of the dungeon has two effects.
Once there, there is a space where you can safely gain practical experience without overflowing.
Whether it is the guardians who work for the country or the hunters who pursue profits by forming a PMC or a guild after being discharged, they must go through actual battles in order to grow.
Reality is not a game. There is no restart button and death means eternal end.
And the state does not want the awakening, a valuable human resource, to be found as a skeleton somewhere in another world.
Before developing instance dungeons on a national level, there were numerous tragedies.
Numerous talented people used their skulls as a touchstone, like swallows repaying favors, to manually check what kind of space they set in the dungeon.
It was because of the lack of information.
However, after creating an instance dungeon, if you use that information to gradually go to a dungeon that is suitable for you, the unpleasant things will be reduced.
In an ideal state, civilian hunters and young cadets constantly grow in the dungeon, becoming human resources and preventing the overflow of the dungeon.
But I don’t have the time or dexterity to explain all of this.
“The detailed description below will be omitted.”
And it seems that someone has recognized our existence. raise the pistol A doll approaches me.
Wearing a blood-stained shirt, he was clutching a leather bag with only the handle left, as if it were a memory from a previous life.
Glasses that have run out of eggs are difficult to see as a fashion item. it’s a zombie
“great. Let me attack first!”
The hairy uncle vigorously slashes its head with an ax. parsak. the guy falls
“It’s nothing!”
It’s clear that you don’t understand this dungeon properly.
A zombie is not a big deal when there is only one individual, but it becomes a problem when several zombies come in groups.
Have you ever seen a zombie movie?
A horde of zombies approaching from afar. I pick up the pistol
“I will bet him for dinner tonight, one by one. Let’s hunt them all at once.”
“What are you, commanding?”
When the wizard asks a question with his habit of being annoyed, I give a cynical answer.
“Give yourselves up to those who studied tactics here. Or does anyone have a better plan than that?”
“I am a D-class. Even if I went around a dungeon like this, I ran a lot longer than an F-class.”
This bastard is a little over the line. I have no mercy on those who do not keep goodness.
“How many years have you been a Hunter?”
“What? you?”
As if tossing it on his ragged face, he took out his cadet plaque from his inner pocket. Because sometimes the answer is to take a hierarchical picture and press it.
“Do you see this? It’s a cadet loss. It means that if the private sector shows this, the police can use it instead of the official memorandum of cooperation. At least, even if I don’t have enough experience right now, it’s proof that I’m at a higher level than you.”
“That… what about that?”
“If you’ve been rolling for a few years and you’re still D-class, you can see what your level is now? My level is low, but I still have time to learn, so can you tell me about your plan?”
He speaks confidently.
“Let’s bring them one by one and catch them.”
And we need to let this stupid thing know about the harshness of the world.
“Oh my gosh. Even in a world full of philanthropy, there are no answers to stupid things.”
His face seemed to explode at my endless twists and turns, but he doesn’t seem to dare to attack the Guardian cadet who is close to a semi-official.
“Let’s do it by a majority vote. Under the direction of a great cadet, I’m going to finish work quickly and go home for a hot dinner, or I’m going to follow this small-sized wizard’s horse one by one and scramble out on Monday morning. Everyone must have brought enough supplies, right?”
Small citizens can’t predict the future, but they can calculate money quickly. The longer you stay there, the more money you have and the opportunity cost increases. Fortunately, the two count quickly.
They agree with me.
Maybe it’s because I believe in the title of a cadet in front of me more than I do.
The title of guardian in this society is really outrageous.
Where I used to live, if the job of entering a lion is a child’s want, now this guardian is the most popular job.
And most of the Fallen Hope’s cadets produce Guardians. If I lean on that halo, I can speak louder than I can.
“Now, since it is a democratic society, I will go according to my plan. If you don’t like it, leave now. To be honest, I think I can wake up without you.”
Although the wizard grumbles, he has no choice but to follow.
I take a suitable alley and enter. It is a narrow, one-way alley, where you can even escape with an emergency ladder.
“I’m going to make a noise and drive the bastards out of this area, so barricade here and wait. If you awaken with the axe, you can probably make props too, right?”
“right,”
“Add a barricade that goes up from the thigh to the waist. You mustn’t block the barricade before I come in. Humans can jump over it, but zombies can’t jump over it.”
“Leave it to me.”
The old woman asks with a worried look on her face.
“student. Wouldn’t it be a bit risky to bring them all? There were only four of us and the last time we were around there were forty at least in one district.”
“If you use a silent weapon one by one and hold it quietly, it will take a month. I have to finish it off. What can Auntie do?”
“I can make this and that. I can manufacture medical and chemical related products.”
“Is it possible to manufacture flammable materials? Please make it a good ride.”
“The sticky oil burns very well. Holds people’s ankles well.”
“It’s perfect. please make some Please set it up in front of the barricade.”
“Can you cross the barricade?”
“Yeah, that’s okay.”
I glanced at the wizard. No matter how stupid he is, he will do his part.
no matter what you do If I can’t do my part, I have to do it all.
I have already given all the keywords.
They fix their opponents through barricades and hunt them down by driving them with oil and fire at once.
If you don’t even understand something, you’ll have to hit your head.
I prepare to drive zombies from a little distance.
“You have to do it once. Cowgirl?”
[I’m ready.]