Chapter 8 – Deficit Control (3)

Deficit control (3)

A messy room behind a completely ruined door.

[Department of Korean Language and Literature Undergraduate Student Room]

It was the over-the-counter room located closest to the canteen, and it was also the scene of the murder where the three idiots went around amicably.

I took the next step slowly, being careful of the dried bloodstains and large pieces of wood scattered on the floor.

Past the long table and small sofa, the more you walk to the cot, the thicker the blood stains.

The scene, which had been inferred only by sound on the roof, was now clearly visible.

In particular, I looked at the bloodstains splattered on the window right behind the cot and the wooden door that was violently torn apart.

Well, Gwabang is not an air-raid shelter.

It was only natural that the situation would become very difficult when an adult man made up his mind and tried to break through with all his might.

‘… Did the door lock not work?’

Whether you have entered the password for the door lock in the urgent process of being chased by zombies, or shouted fuck the door lock and broke down a wooden door that looks plain at first glance—

It didn’t really matter.

There was no benefit to me by solving belated riddles in a field that had already been completed.

Hour.

It was the only thing that mattered to me.

Especially for me who wants to end at least ten over-the-counter searches today.

I went through the broken wooden door again, slowly taking in my eyes the simple lockers and miscellaneous items left carelessly in the drawers in the corner of the study room.

There was no need to touch those clutter right now.

The chances of finding a more useful zombie killing tool than the iron pipe I’m holding now were extremely slim.

In addition, he even brought a monkey wrench as a secondary armament from a toolbox left on the roof, so worrying about weapons was unnecessary for now.

Those who were determined to have no risk factors planned to slowly scan the rooms after completing the search.

Every time I walked, I felt the monkey wrench boasting a heavy presence in my pocket and quietly moved to the next course.

Perhaps due to the influence of the agility stat, the sound of footsteps was barely audible.

After taking a close look at the bulletin board for field trips and student council recruitment with colorful calligraphy, and the wide open major lecture room opposite, proceed to check out the next class.

[French Language and Literature Department Undergraduate Student Room]

It is quite different from the Department of Korean Language and Literature, which has completely lost its role as a gate.

At first glance, the intact wooden door locked in the door lock was welcoming me.

Crack – Crack –

Shaking the iron pipe, which he had grown accustomed to, for a while, he pondered for a while.

Shall I break in?

It was the simplest and most comfortable way, but it was the most absurd way to continue the search.

I laughed lightly and erased the thought that suddenly came in, and quietly brought my ear to the door.

“… Kieheh-“

A familiar, groaning sound echoed in my highly sensitive ears.

When I caught the zombie quietly lurking in the French literature department room, I sneakily backtracked.

… One animal? No.

I wasn’t quick to be sure how many there were.

It is unknown how many students will be hiding in the classroom in that urgent situation.

If someone had been bitten into that locked classroom—

Well, it was too obvious without looking at what state it was in now.

I frowned as I looked back and forth between the canteen hallway, the Korean literature course, and now this French literature course.

This is what happened when I was just about to search the room for the second time.

It was a moment when I could literally feel that the rock had become a zombie paradise.

Ah, since this is such a mess, I can’t even see the shadow of a person even after so much time has passed.

At least, even if he was a walking zombie like ‘The Walking Dead’, it would have been a piece of cake to become a zombie field in a university…

‘Keeeee’

As soon as you think about it, red eyes bursting with blood vessels and grotesque gestures running with all your might.

It was clear that it was an extremely difficult difficulty that anyone who could not take stats like me would be unable to survive.

Really, maybe, the survivors aren’t just hiding out—

I didn’t even know if it was really all over.

“… That’s a bit difficult.”

Self-talk that jumps straight out of the worst imagining you can do right now.

Shaking my head, I put the French literature department in my sights once again.

I could have continued the search, but then I had to continue the search with this French literature department behind me.

You don’t have to put a bomb behind me that you don’t know when it will explode.

I wanted to finish the search all in one day, but nothing ever went as planned.

The search ends here.

I have absolutely no intention of getting sandwiched back and forth while continuing the search out of greed.

Then-

As I pulled my right foot back as if I was doing a run-up, for some reason, a hearty laugh came out.

I was definitely thinking of doing what I just said was the most absurd way to continue the search.

Kwajik-!

Knocked down by the kicking with all their might—the old wooden door collapsed.

Whether or not there is a door lock –

I can feel the gaze glaring at me from inside the room where I reveal my inner flesh at once.

A zombie that reacts at once to a sudden noise.

If there were more than two of them, I tried to run away to the rooftop without looking back.

“… Hi?”
“Kieh!”

Zombies start running after a somewhat radical first greeting.

I could clearly see him bending his knees with his feet together, probably thinking he was close enough to attack me.

As soon as she lightly turns her body and escapes from the door, the zombie that flew in like a frog directly hits the door of the major classroom opposite her.

Whoa!

The sound of a collision that indirectly makes your body tingle just by listening to it.

Unlike me, who trembled unconsciously, the zombie hurriedly got up.

“Kieh!”

My face tightly packed between his broken pupils.

The image of me, which had been getting bigger and bigger in the bloody bloody pupils, suddenly disappears.

Pooh-!

A kick that was heavily embedded in the blind spot.

As I approached the one who was running, the zombie cub fell to the ground once again with my right foot.

By now, nothing but white marble would be reflected in the pupils where my face had been pierced.

And that’s the last thing he sees.

Puck-!

[Agility: 6 -〉 7]

[Remaining points: 1 -〉 0]

Zombie corpses rummaged in familiar postures that are now a bit boring.

I alternately stared at the zombie with its head crushed by an iron pipe and the status window.

[Strength: 10] [Agility: 7] [Intelligence: 1]

Excluding the 1 stat already recorded from the start, the stat points I have invested so far are exactly 15 points.

In other words, the stats gained from killing 15 zombies were definitely paying their price.

Now, if I’m not vigilant enough, a single zombie is no threat to me.

This is especially so for zombies who can only make so-called ‘straight’ movements that get excited and attack their prey as soon as they see it, or rush at it with all their might.

Unless suddenly the world goes crazy here and zombies doing parkour or taekwondo do not appear, my chances of survival had no choice but to draw a beautiful upward trend.

By the way-

The head that was organizing the short battle just now looked down again.

Took-! Took-!

What to do with these zombie corpses?

Should I drag myself up to the roof?

Of course, I also want to use the inventory to move more comfortably, but it was after confirming that it was impossible.

Inventory weight exceeded or something.

In order to keep the zombie corpse in the inventory, I thought I would have to raise the inventory level.

Because I don’t have any points to invest in my inventory right now-

In the end, either drag this corpse up the roof or—

“… I-here.”

As if someone had poured cold water on them, my thoughts were cut off at once.

The head that was thinking about the zombie corpse moved to the epicenter of the sound like a flash war.

“Oh, hello…”

French Language and Literature Department right next door.

The face that was carefully sticking out was staring at me with an expression full of tension.

“Sir, are you a teacher? The car alarm that kept going outside and the sound of the coin falling.”

As if there was no proper title to be called, the straight-eyed eyes calling me teacher absurdly.

At first glance, the eyes that looked cunning were staring at me, bouncing wildly between the small eyes.

“So, the teacher was luring zombies? Yes?”

A man who continues to speak softly and slowly leaves the classroom.

He raised his round glasses once with trembling hands and raised his arms, showing that he had no will to resist.

“I, my name is Philosophy and Goh Goh. As you can see now, the teacher is not a zombie. As soon as the chaos broke out, I hid in the classroom and didn’t get bitten. A human being just like the teacher—”
“Shhhhh-“

A low, single note that flowed between the index fingers that separated the center of the lips.

At my motion to be quiet, he shuts his mouth tightly and even stops walking.

I looked him up and down carefully and put the monkey wrench that had been sitting heavily in my pocket to the ground.

When he pointed at the monkey wrench with his finger, Koh Goh-hoon nodded vigorously up and down as if he understood.

I checked once again to see if there were any zombies behind Koh Goh-hoon who were attracted to aggro, and then gently turned my body.

Swoop-!

The sound of two footsteps in the hallway of the College of Humanities and the dragging of zombie corpses.

I dragged a zombie leg with one hand and flicked an iron pipe with the other.

My sight is looking at the stairs going up to the rooftop of the College of Humanities again, but–

My nerves were all behind me, chasing the steps that followed me carefully.

The sound of footsteps trembling as if vibrations came through the whole body, and the sound of the monkey wrench in the hand shaking.

The uvula, which had been swallowing dry saliva continuously, seemed to stop moving only after closing the roof door.

Tuk- I threw the zombie corpse to the roof and pointed to one side at Koh Goh-hun, who was quietly staring at me, and chined.

“… Yes?”

Tearing eyes with questions go to the food piled up on tables and chairs.

As if reaffirming it, I nodded at the look in my eyes again and politely put the monkey wrench I was holding down on the floor.

Koh Goh-hun walks to the table, pointing at the monkey wrench as if he had used it slowly with both hands.

He slowly looked at the food with his eyes, chose the triangular gimbap and began to eat it in a hurry.

“First of all, triangular gimbap with a short shelf life… I saw this often in survival movies.”

Haha-

A dry laugh continued as if making an excuse for me watching quietly.

I bow my head again and focus on the triangular kimbap at the sight of me quietly looking at Koh Goh-hoon without any answer.

When I nodded again as I glanced at the bottled water, which was sore throat, Goh Goh, who hurriedly opened a bottle of bottled water and drank it coolly, raised his head again.

“… Uh- by any chance, can’t you talk? Oh, I never learned sign language…”
“… No.”

The small eyes of Koh Goh-hun that sparkled at once at the answer that came out quietly.

Koh Goh-hoon, smiling broadly as if drawing a date, hurriedly continued his next words.

“Ah, that’s good! As I said earlier, I am Goh Jang-hoon, a student of the Department of Philosophy.”

After self-introduction, the eyes that waited for me blindly.

A slightly twisted smile leaks out as he waits for my answer.

“It was the first time I knew.”
“… Yes?”
“No. I wonder if the zombies are biting the sunbaes weakly.”
“… Ah.”

A face full of bewilderment at the aggressive reaction.

The hometown Hoon hurriedly shook his hand.

“No, no! It’s not like that. I was trying to find some kind of consensus. Because you are a student at Banseokdae.”

As I nodded my head at the violently shaking eyes, the next words came out right away.

“Yeah- I mentioned my student number as the starting point for a smooth conversation, and I had no intention of arguing with my seniors and juniors in this situation. Really!”

I had no intention of answering that impassioned excuse.

Koh Jang-hoon, who has no answer, focuses on the triangular gimbap again.

After I finished eating the triangular gimbap and bottled water, I quietly stared at Koh Goh, who was hesitantly looking around the rooftop.

If a person-

The time you enter the bathroom and the time you leave are bound to be different.

I took care of my safety, and I also had an urgent meal.

In the midst of that, the youngster who at first glance looks like a junior is arrogant.

How will you act now

“…”

The rooftop of the College of Humanities, where time flows quietly without any conversation.

Carefully getting up from a chair on the promenade, Goh Goh slowly approached me.

I stared at the local Hun who was approaching me and wiggled the iron pipe that was wrapped around his right hand again.

Tuck – tuck –

Taking one step at a time very carefully, Koh Goh passed me and stopped in front of a zombie corpse.

As it was, I knelt down in front of his corpse and looked up at me who was looking at me.

“Uh- can I take this off and make it into a rope?”

… Her.

“… Why?”

I had no choice but to ask such an unexpected action.

At my question, his finger pointed at the naked zombie corpses piled up in the corner of the roof and the clothes knot that looked like an emergency escape rope.

“I think that rope looks like it was made out of zombie clothes. If you get food, you have to pay for it.”
“… Didn’t I even do it?”
“Ah- do you know who the people I hated the most during the group assignment?”
“Who?”

To the question of interest, Koh Goh-Hun replied with a cunning smile.

“The free riders and the trollers. I would never do anything like that.”

The guy who boldly revealed his aspirations, like self-PR, confidently reached out to the zombie corpse.

“Uweeeeek-!”

And as soon as I started to vomit, a ridiculous laugh came out.

… You’re smart.

He deliberately spoke thickly, and towards the end, he threw short words at the first meeting, but he didn’t show any bad feelings at all.

Rather, hehe – that figure who smiled and immediately acted close to the correct answer.

… It’s absolutely not a kid who will be in the middle of the day.

Well, that’s why he must have survived this chaos without dying.

“… Then, move all the items that come out of there and make sure your smartphone is locked.”
“Oooh-yeah!”

Even in the midst of gagging, the answer steadily pops out.

The guy who was struggling to tear the corpse’s clothes gets up in a hurry and gives me something.

“If you need a cell phone, would you like mine?”

In front of the face of the guy holding out his smartphone while wandering like a eunuch-

Tring-!

A new message is output.

[‘Go Jang-hun’ ‘weakly’ and ‘obeys’ you.]

[Factors: ‘weak’ trust in experienced person, ‘strong’ fear of violence]

[The so-called ‘tyrant’ responds.]

[Power is created.]

[Authority is created.]

[The exclusive stat ‘Royal Authority’ is created.]

[From now on, all power and authority generated by the ‘tyrant’ will be integrated into the royal authority.]

[Scepter: 1]

Tring-!

[Exclusive skills are unlocked by the kingship stats that have reached a certain level.]

[Exclusive Skill]

[Partial incompetence Lv.1]
[You are the lord of incompetence.]

[Exclusive skill unlocked.]

[A new stat, ‘Magic’, is created.]

Tring-!

[The new stat ‘Magic Power’ is integrated into the dedicated stat ‘Kingdom’.]

[Kingdom: 2]

A long message that literally filled my eyes.

I had no choice but to let out a stupid sound at the feast of unfamiliar messages.

“… Uh?”