Chapter 54 – The Age of Reason (5)

Age of Reason (5)

I got down to the first floor, roughly removing the chairs blocking the gap between the second and first floors.

Fragments of vivid memories that I will probably never forget until I die.

Those fragments naturally occupied my head around the ground I was stepping on.

The sound of breathing at that time as I ran through the hallway with all my might, and the mad man waiting for me at the end of the stairs.

And from the College of Humanities, where I came back, to the elevator I pressed with my teeth gritting.

“Eh eh eh!”

I wandered around the first floor like an idiot and quietly scanned the walls of the hallway, lightly clearing out the zombies that were running towards me.

Someone’s bloodstains are already blurring as time has passed.

On top of those bloodstains, the bloodstains of the zombie I just killed are added again.

I stared through the corridors and into the central lobby for a moment after the zombies that attacked me fell.

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After a few zombies, the first floor of the College of Humanities falls into silence again.

After recognizing that the arrangement was roughly finished, I went to the College of Humanities by the same route as that day.

Black bloodstains and a small staircase that had dried up on the wide open glass door.

I trudged down the stairs leisurely, searching for zombies that might remain in front and behind.

“…”

Unhappy or fortunate.

The side door of the College of Humanities where not a single zombie can be seen.

Support position – support position –

I playfully rubbed the dried bloodstains of the manneken piss with my shoe and nodded my head.

There is not one reason why the survivors on the second floor were given time to choose in the first place and came out.

Now that the library and the priesthood of the Teachers College were secured, there were things to consider, of course.

That was the direction for the future.

I raised my agility and quietly put leader, which had run at full power, into my field of vision.

Where will the next target of the teacher’s college be?

Are you going up or down?

And the weight in that direction was already leaning quite a bit to one side.

There was no need to do everything in college.

I thought of the restaurants and convenience stores that were overflowing to the point of being very messy around Daehangno.

Farming in college and bonanza lands among bonanzas that will make the expected value itself different.

This was a pre-exploration and reconnaissance to get rid of the net exhaust.

Took-!

The surrounding scenery distorts at once with a lightly pushing foot.

Whee ae ae ae liquid-!

A sharp wind, quite different from the refreshing wind I felt that day, hit my face fiercely and grabbed me.

Tuk-tuk- The traces of the day blurring along with the long pushing kicks.

I covered the road between the College of Humanities and the main gate at a speed that could not be reached with the speed of ‘Agility 2’ or with an electric kickboard.

At the corner of the road, I pass by a street tree where the owner of the electric kickboard, who threw me as prey to the zombies and ran away, had his head pierced.

After turning the corner, I gazed at the main gate of Banseokdae through the long road.

Took-!

And, like instinct, I stopped my two feet that were speeding down the road.

“…”

The road between me and the front door is still quite wide.

Coo-! Coo-!

Despite the difference in distance, the vibration of my feet was transmitted to me through the road.

Something very large, wandering around the front door, used a bus that had collapsed on its side as a chair and crushed his butt.

Awesome profit!

The body of the bus screams as if it has already been abused several times.

“Kwaaaaa!”

Looking up at the sky, the roaring voice went beyond my ears and hit my brain itself.

“Eh eh eh!”

And the howling of zombies responding to that relentless roar.

A number of zombies that had never been seen before were very densely packed as if guarding the front gate.

The sight of the main gate, which is so unrealistic, that pure admiration jumps out before fear.

“…”

After a long time, an alarm bell rang in my heart.

In virtual battles with visible enemies, victory was not assured.

A sense of crisis that I feel for the first time since being half-free from their greatest weapon, ‘infection’.

Even if we put aside the waves of zombies that are incomparable to the zombie hordes we saw in college…

Coo-! Coo-!

Crazy-sized zombies wake up again and roam the front door.

It was the problem with that large-sized mutant.

Just looking at it through the eyes, it looks like it is fighting with physical force rather than infection.

I couldn’t have predicted his destructive power so easily.

Coo-! Coo-!

And a variant that only roams the front door like a certain pattern, and countless zombies nailed in place as if escorting the variant.

A few predictions crossed my mind at the appearance of guarding the main gate of the university very blatantly.

‘… Is this an indirect warning not to leave college? Get out after you have the power to defeat that mutant? No, I’ve never been so kind.’

I quietly shook my head and looked around.

‘Then what if I ignore that variant and just go out through the front door? Is that mutant chasing after me?’

One new fact forms many stems and takes its place as a new question.

It was a question that could be solved with a little overdoing it, but I didn’t feel like overdoing it to solve it now.

It wasn’t an experiment that meticulously checked the variables, it was just a gamble with life at stake.

For now, there was no need to collide with that mutant guarding the main gate.

I didn’t even want to do something stupid that ran into a beehive that was still.

Took-!

I quickly shook my head and kicked the floor again toward the College of Humanities.

It was a light preliminary survey before going on an expedition farming to Daehangno.

I’ve come across some pretty disturbing information.

Unsure was the biggest problem.

I wasn’t sure that I could win in the battle with the young wasps that would come out after poking the hive.

‘… I’ll have to think about Daehangno farming after building more royal authority and stats.’

Time is on my side anyway, unless that crazy-sized mutant is bulking up.

Every time I expand the territory within the university, my stats will rise exponentially.

Whee ae ae ae liquid-!

While organizing your thoughts, the appearance of the College of Humanities is already in sight.

“Kee-“

I found a zombie wandering on the road and twisted its neck at once.

Kkeudeudeuk-!

A zombie who roams the road stupidly and then breaks his neck and dies.

I quickly retraced the way I had come, holding the corpse swaying in my hand.

Took-! Took-!

Every time I step on the stairs going up to the second floor, the foot of a corpse stumbles.

I looked up and down the corpse in my hand and then moved my hand.

Pooh-!

An iron pipe that shatters the head of a man who has already died.

I naturally frowned at the corpse’s head, which had been crushed so badly that I could see through it.

Knock-! Knock-!

Even in the midst of that, the iron pipe grotesquely bent his limbs and emitted a bloody sound.

I threw the corpse of a zombie that was quite grotesquely finished in front of the door of the liberal arts classroom.

He patted the zombie corpse strewn in front of the door with his foot, corrected his posture, and then put his hand on the doorknob of the classroom.

Awesome profit!

As soon as I opened the door to the liberal arts classroom, a hook—the hot air rushing at me and the cluttered atmosphere for some reason.

I took a good look at the survivors who had already gathered in front of the classroom door.

Survivors who stop what they are doing and become mute as soon as I enter.

Thud-!

I heard the classroom door slam shut and nodded to the strike team standing close to the door.

“That, that’s because this woman kept trying to leave the classroom—”

Stuttering at my question, the strike team pointed forward.

Following the hand pointed by the strike team, there was a female college student facing the strike team far in front of the women gathered together.

A tightly tied ponytail and a pretty long face.

It was Kim Ah-reum.

“Then you can let me go.”
“… Yes?!”

A strike team that responds lightly with a high octave.

The guy with his eyes wide open as he looked at me hurriedly continued.

“Yeah, but stop, teacher—”
“What am I?”

Cut off his words and slightly bowed his waist.

Thanks to that, I made eye contact with him and asked him again.

“What am I, you bastard?”

When I asked him coldly, he hurriedly avoided my eyes with a white face.

“… Sin, sorry.”
“What did you do wrong?”
“…”

At my question, the strike team members kept their mouths shut like dumb people who had eaten honey.

Took-! Took-!

I inorganically tapped him on the shoulder twice.

“Let’s do it well, mindfully.”
“… Yes, sorry.”

Took-!

I pushed his shoulder with the hand that had been tapping on his shoulder and stared at Areum Kim.

“I told you to go out if you want to go out.”

Kim Ah-reum, nailed to the spot with her head down.

“… Did you say you wanted to leave?”

My eyes narrowed by itself at the behavior of Areum Kim, who was running at the peak of manual operation.

“Sir, until the teacher came in, I kept crying— begging— to be let out—it wasn’t even a fuss!”
“Oh, that’s right, sir!”

The strike team members’ protest filled with resentment in my eyes of suspicion.

At that protest, Areum Kim flinched and stepped forward with her trembling legs.

Kim Ah-reum stood in front of me, creaking like that.

“…”

I returned the body without a word.

Kim Ah-reum carefully grabbed the doorknob revealed through the space I had stepped out of the way.

She somehow didn’t want to make eye contact with me, so her head was lowered – her hand fumbled for her doorknob, her hand turning white.

Awesome profit!

The door opened with a soft old sound.

A zombie corpse greets Ah-reum Kim, who was desperately looking down.

“…”

Kim Ah-reum hardened as if time had stopped with the door open.

Only the eyes, which are the only moving parts, shook very violently and completely captured the horribly broken zombie corpse.

“What are you doing?”

Kim Ah-reum, who shakes her shoulders very loudly at my question, eventually makes eye contact with me.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

To my question, she quivered her lips and gave no answer.

I deliberately ignored her and stared back at her.

“It’s because Kim Ah-reum is going out—what is that again?”
“Geuuu- it seemed like they were having a conversation about whether to get together and go out or not.”

The strike team member who spoke at length with a puzzled expression, smiling awkwardly at my question.

“That’s why I’m going out, I’m going out.”
“Yeah, that’s fine for me too—”

He added a frightened expression to my face, which was getting more and more distorted.

“I had no intention of leaving! I really am!”
“…”

I ignored his answer and swung around the classroom once more.

Strike Team and Bang Dae-hwa who were guarding the classroom door.

And in front of them, female students with their heads bowed in a posture similar to Kim Ah-reum.

… Her.

“… It’s shit.”

He scratched his forehead with the hand holding the metal pipe along with a laugh that erupted from the dantian.

The strike team members shuddered in fright as the iron pipe suddenly rose upward.

Yeah- you still haven’t come to your senses, right?

“I think you guys are misunderstanding something.”

If you treat me well, there should be a way to go well.

“Do you think I’m taking you because I really need you and are important?”

At the question, where the temperature had dropped so much, everyone began to shudder.

“I tried to be nice, but you’re already doing this stupid thing.”

Took-! Took-!

An iron pipe that senses emotional fluctuations and quickly knocks on the thighs.

“So you’re saying that the result of gathering like that is going to come out or come out?”
“…”
“… When I told them to think carefully and decide, the dumb people laid down a mat.”

Ha-

A sigh resounded once again in the silent classroom.

Yeah― It’s just that I can’t feel it when you kindly explain it in words.

I can’t help it if I have to take a picture of poop or soybean paste.

I stared straight at them with a frown on my face.

“You fucking bitches.”