Chapter 50 – The Age of Reason (1)

Age of Reason (1)

Took-!

The sensation of a big fish entering through an iron pipe.

I went down the stairs with my back against my metal pipe and looked the man up and down one more time.

Name, chatter.

Also known as the arsonist.

The main stat taken is intelligence, and now I’ve only reached 20.

There is also a dedicated stat, and its name is ‘Firepower’.

The main skill is ‘Ah hot!’ And the specialization selected is ‘The Smell of Burning Meat’.

The current camp he belongs to is—

“… Her.”

Even when I thought about it again, I remembered the absurd words and shook my head.

“Hee- hee-!”

The footsteps stopped for a moment because of a laugh.

Thanks to that, the conversation in the room where I took my back off the iron pipe let out a disgusting hiss and hurriedly retrieved his feet that had left first.

Bang Dae-hwa attaches his back to the iron pipe standing in the air again quite desperately.

Along the reconnected iron pipe, his trembling gesture is transmitted as it is.

“… It looks like the baby will be able to live soon.”

Took-!

Bang Dae-hwa staggers his body against the lightly pushed iron pipe.

However, I quickly straightened my back and put my back on the metal pipe.

“Ah, it’s broken! It will be divided according to the way it is!”

The swollen cheeks that are clearly visible even from the back of the guy.

Perhaps because of that, the pronunciation of the guy who desperately made excuses to me was severely muffled.

“Then don’t make me say it twice and keep showing me around your house.”
“Nung- nung-e-!”

Took-!

He started down the stairs again, following the lightly pushed iron pipe.

Bang Dae-hwa goes down the stairs one by one, desperately trying not to break the connection with the iron pipe.

If the connection to that metal pipe was cut off, he would be constantly tormented by the words that he would respond on his own, thinking that he was preparing for a counterattack.

Fear, once hit deep in the head, is never easily erased.

Rather, imagine the worst situation for yourself and call the three.

Right now, in his head, every time the connection with the iron pipe I held out broke, he must be imagining a wide variety of his own deaths.

Turbuck-! Turbuck-!

I looked at Bang Dae-hwa as he struggled down the stairs, trembling, and quietly stared at the floor below the stairs we were going down.

The camp to which Bang Dae-hwa belongs is located on the second floor of the College of Humanities.

About 20 survivors and one professor were very openly living in the College of Humanities.

As soon as I remembered that fact, I couldn’t help but laugh again.

Very naturally, I recall coming back to the College of Humanities and going directly to the 4th floor by elevator, and only organizing the rooftop and the 4th floor.

No matter how dark it is under the lamp, is it okay?

I never dreamed that so many survivors would be stuck on the second floor of the College of Humanities.

“… Hey, sleep here.”

As soon as I came down to the second floor, Bang Dae-hwa stopped walking in the first lecture room I saw.

[Culture Classroom]

I nodded my head slightly as I looked at the nameplate in the lecture room reflected in the dangerously flickering embers.

It’s been a long time since I had the rough information about the camp Daehwa Bang belong to in my head.

Bang Dae-hwa is the only real combatant in the camp, and he’s already in my hands.

Awesome profit!

I opened the classroom door wide and pushed the back of Bang Dae-hwa, who was trembling, with my foot.

Poo-!

“Puheuuuuu-!”

Bang Dae-hwa slipped on the floor of the lecture hall, spraying a breath that jumped out in a hurry due to the sudden shock.

“What, what—!”
“… What the fuck is this all of a sudden— big brother?!”

The candles placed on the long desks in the lecture hall are shaken by a sudden wind.

I quietly looked down into the lecture hall, where several candles were staggering.

Male students widen their eyes as they see Bang Dae-hwa suddenly sliding on the floor.

A total of three male students had their eyes and mouths wide open.

One of them hurriedly puts on his pants and the other of him lying face down on the floor with his eyes wide open.

Right now, even at this moment, a fucking bastard who makes fun of his waist.

And even the female students lying with their legs apart like frogs running behind them.

“Huhhhhh!”

I continued to look down at the girl underneath the boy who was hurriedly dancing his pants while glaring at me.

She moaned excessively and shook her body intermittently, even though the sexual sensation that had been piercing her pussy was gone.

Not only her, but all the frogs lying on the floor under her podium were trembling with dazed expressions.

In addition to those who hurriedly guard against intruders under the church—

“…”

Female students still seated in the classroom chairs as if they had entered the classroom.

Hee hee”

I automatically frowned at the strange noises that came out of them and their shaking shoulders.

“This, this shit!”

The man hurriedly straightened his trousers and ran to the right corner.

He grabbed something with both hands and hurriedly reached out to me and shouted.

“You fucking bastard! What are you?! What are you, you fucking bastard!”

His weapon, lit by a faint light source, was very familiar to the eyes.

Charrrr!

A very familiar roar that naturally replayed in my mind as soon as I saw the weapon.

Manneken Pis, who was like an idiot on the first day that I can’t forget even if I try to forget.

He was holding out his trimmer at me, spraying dirty saliva in all directions.

“Oh, why don’t you answer?! This dumb bastard-“
“Yaaaaa!”

A desperate shout that shuts the mouth of such an electrostatic man.

Bang Dae-hwa barely got up from the floor and spat out a harsh shout at him.

“Quiet-! This fuck is going to be a bastard!

A male student who froze with static electricity from Bang Dae-hwa’s very thick abusive language.

The two male students who had quickly gathered around the male student also froze in their seats.

Haha-! Haha-!

Bang Dae-hwa’s shoulders, which had been moving up and down quickly in the aftermath of the harsh swear words, gradually faded.

Then, in a huff, he ran to me and turned his back again.

Took-!

I let out a small smile as I looked at the large conversation connected to the iron pipe again.

Whoops-!

A kick kicking him in the hamstrings without warning.

Stunningly, he put his foot on Daehwa Bang’s head, who was lying on the floor.

And Bang Dae-hwa, who quietly endures the humiliation despite the shaking kicks.

“…”

Only then do the half-naked male students’ expressions start to look strange.

I look at the ground again as if the static electricity that had been pushing me with all my might was getting rid of my erection.

As if seeing something unbelievable, the three idiots shook their eyes.

“…”

Even at a moment like this, I quietly swung at most of the women who were seated casually.

Their vague moaning that continued to echo through the ceiling was rather bizarre than strange.

Awesome profit!

What― A quiet sound that breaks the atmosphere like something out of a horror movie.

The door to the lecture preparation room opens and the heels of the shoes echo on the floor.

Thud- thud-

The sound of footsteps that gives a strangely tidy feeling just by listening to it.

I gently stepped on Bang Dae-hwa’s head regularly and stared at the man approaching me.

“I said I was coming in later than usual, so I brought a guest. It’s a conversation.”

Pleasant low-pitched voice.

A business casual look with a tall stature and dark spots.

A professor of the liberal arts subject, ‘History and Mystery’, who was unable to finish due to the sudden appearance of zombies.

“… Seong Jong-hyun.”

A famous professor at Banseok University, who was screaming at girls and calling them ‘sexy’, stopped in front of me.

“Yeah-! Seeing it up close, it’s such a welcome face.”

Seong Jong-hyun’s bright smile as he alternately looked at me and the room below me.

He pointed his finger at me and raised his low-pitched tone.

“New world? No-! Are you a global student? The name is so unique that I still can’t forget it.”

A hand that reaches out with a deep smile full of likeability.

“Quit-!”

I silently looked down at that hand and increased the pressure on my foot on the vastness.

“… Ah- was I a little faster?”

Even though he openly gave it, he playfully winked at the corner of his eyes and retrieved it again.

“Still, it’s nice to see a student in my class still alive and well, so I should be able to endure it.”

Furthermore-

“Sometimes, students from one world are our lifesavers.”

Sung Jong-hyun looks at the male students who are frozen in front of the podium as if asking for their consent.

In his eyes, he could see the three frozen assholes nodding their heads with a creak.

“I was stunned to see one world student leave the classroom so quickly. Since then what-“

Almost died trying to stop the witty students by biting their classmates, and almost dying trying to lead the remaining students out of the classroom—

“Then I finally got something that looked like a weapon, but there were more zombies outside- I had no choice but to run back to the Humanities College and go up to the second floor- more than anything.”

Tok-! Tok-!

Sung Jonghyun patted his temple gently and smiled at me.

“I am startled by a notification sound that seems to be ringing from the brain itself, just like a student in the world.”
“Kwaaaaa!”

I stepped on Bang Dae-hwa’s head even harder at his cheeky smile.

“It’s a conversation. You’re like this now because you’re taking professor’s classes like this when you need to collect points.”

He bent his head at an angle and looked at the professor, chanting a whisper.

I watched the professor’s eyebrows twitch slightly and smiled brightly as if imitating him.

“I came to find the thieves who stole my food, but what is this—”

The corner of the lecture hall lectern comes into my field of vision as I gently roll my eyes.

Snack bags scattered all over the floor, and now only a small amount of my food.

“Beyond stealing, shameless piglets are quacking.”

Took-! Took-!

An iron pipe rhythmically pounding my thighs.

The professor, who was quietly looking down at the iron pipe, smiled at me who was laughing at me.

“Aha—I wonder why the nerves of a student in the world are so sharp, but that’s understandable enough.”

Aha~ So it was~

The professor who kept exclaiming exclamations in a low-pitched voice and alternately looked at me and the roommate on the floor.

He smiled at me once more and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry about this, what should I do? Still, I want you to think a little bit about what we couldn’t help it. Didn’t food have name tags on it? Uhm- but I think this is a problem that requires appropriate compensation for our Korean students.”

Gently stroking his chin, he extended his hand and pointed at his desk.

“It’s not like this, how about sitting down for now? Still, as a professor, it hurts my heart a little to see students fighting.”

Again, the guy with his eyebrows furrowed sat down first and gestured toward the chair across from him.

Took-! Took-!

I ignored his words and just carefully scanned the entire classroom again.

“Ah- is the air in the classroom good? It’s a relief that my lab is on the second floor of the College of Humanities- I’m a little embarrassed to say it, but I had a hobby of collecting fragrant candles. I don’t think there’s a more useful hobby than this right now.”

The professor gently spreads his hand and points to the regularly arranged scented candles in the classroom.

He continued with a soft smile still on the student who didn’t listen to him.

“Or— are you looking at that?”

A naked woman caught on a pointing finger with a very subtle question.

“Huh-! Hehe-!”

The woman who had spread her legs like a frog in front of the podium suddenly lifted her waist.

Shiver-

And a small stream of water leaking from her cunt.

“Haaaaah!”

Her legs trembled, her mouth opened blankly and her pupils as if they had already tasted them a long time ago.

She lifted her waist up and poured out her juices, then fell facedown in the puddle and dropped her body again.

“That is my ability. My ability is different from the ability to talk with you.”

Your own abilities.

His mid-bass sounds so soft that it’s creepy.

“There will be a chance to tell you the common name later– the name of the exclusive stat is ‘Subordinate’. At first, I started with female students who depended on me as an adult and gradually increased the number. That’s why I used the female students who had such a pleasant dream as bait to attract male students who were very energetic. Oh, I didn’t drag you in, should I call it a win-win relationship?”

I shifted my gaze from the shivering woman back to the professor, like a lost frog.

“How is it? Do you feel dirty and disgusted hearing this?”
“…”

Took-! Took-!

I let out a small laugh and quietly tapped the metal pipe on my thigh.

“Well— after hearing that, I don’t think I’m in a position to speak to others.”
“Know.”

The deeper smile of the guy who responds to my laugh like that.

“That’s why I say it. Because it is you, I am speaking.”

He opened his mouth again, scanning the front of the podium and the backs of the women sitting on the chairs in the lecture hall.

“Look at that. If you accept my ability, everyone will feel comfortable like that. I don’t cry because I miss my mom, I don’t whine because I’m hungry, and I don’t drag my arm around asking when the army is coming.”

Just alive

Be very quiet—be a very good kid who only listens to us.

“Is there a more perfect ability to manage people than this? If you do a little more self-PR, you will be free from food problems. Those women are always looking for my medicine to death.”

He looked up at me and smiled broadly.

“The fact that we found the food on the roof and you came to retrieve it after a little while means that you were somewhere other than Hanseok University.”

Then-

“You mean there might be other survivors out there than the good kids here?”

Could it be possible to have lumps of baggage that complain about food every day, frown in sorrow every day, and cry sobbing?

“Look here. And— look at you.”

Gently tap— His finger pointing at me.

“Your ability to leave and enter the liberal arts college in this hellish world right now. Your ability to trample our conversation so overwhelmingly.”

Imagine that your ability and mine are combined!

“You are in charge of the outside and I am in charge of the inside. Then we-“

Sung Jong-hyun got up from his seat and came in front of me.

“We can do anything we want.”

His soft mid-bass sounds very clear to my ears.

“Besides, you can kill me anytime. You will use me to become the king or god of this world.”

I can make that

“…”

I laughed involuntarily at that gentle temptation.

This scene, this composition, this voice.

Really, really, so used to it that I kept laughing nonsense.