Apocalypse Tyrant

Squeak—!

A musty smell immediately stinging my nose as I pushed open the nameplate saying [Ethics Education Department Office].

“Kieeeeek—!”

I swung my iron pipe like swatting a fly at the female zombie rushing at me from the last department office on the 1st floor.

Splash—!

The zombie taking a hit to the head and immediately burying its body into a round table.

I quietly stared at the containers the zombie was messily scattering while tumbling around.

The Ethics Education Department office still frozen at that day’s lunchtime.

The white mold blooming on what looked like Chinese food waste was extremely disgusting to look at.

I waved my hand to disperse the smell around my nose, immediately understanding what was causing the musty odor still stinging my nose.

The view of the department office I quickly scanned while waving my hand around my nose.

Textbooks fully packed in the bookshelf and a long round table.

Two desks and a copier located inside blue partitions.

I lightly clicked my tongue while swinging— the iron pipe in my hand without much feeling at the scenery not much different from other department offices I’ve examined so far.

Tong—!

The department office still stopped and preserved as it was that day even at the clear sound ringing from hitting the fancy bookshelf.

I clicked my tongue shortly while scanning things like boxes of A4 paper piled up high.

Tsk—!

The department office not looking to have many necessary items even at a rough glance.

The camp members will search thoroughly anyway, so I just needed to make sure to remove any possible zombie ambushes.

Tuk—!

I started walking down the corridor full of dried blood puddles again while closing the department office finished with zombie cleaning.

Bizarre and horrific traces blatantly marring the cleanliness given by the newly constructed building.

I frowned— my face while moving my foot, seeing something like a piece of flesh stuck to where I should have stepped.

The small lobby welcoming me after the corridor with clustered department offices ended.

It was the lobby on the right side of the new building encountered after passing through the central lobby where the convenience store was located and the department office corridor.

I thoroughly scanned the almost half-destroyed copiers, wondering what happened that day, and stood in front of the vending machine opposite the copiers.

Colorful drinks displayed in the central glass on the green-painted exterior.

I moved the iron pipe to my inventory and lightly grasped the side of the vending machine with both hands.

Creak—!

The vending machine slowly opening its mouth, unable to withstand the grip strength of my hands.

I summoned the iron pipe to my right hand again while checking the drinks inside the vending machine that had completely shown its insides.

“…For now, one.”

Food doesn’t exist only in convenience stores or restaurants.

It was clear that just gathering the food waiting for buyers inside vending machines on campus would take up quite a substantial amount.

This was a university where not just drink vending machines, but vending machines selling snacks or cup noodles, etc. were scattered around.

Thud—! Thud—!

I nodded my head and swung— my iron pipe at the vending machine changed for camp members to easily obtain items.

Tong—! Tong—! Tong—!

Clear metallic ringing echoing in the lobby full of broken glass and bloodstains.

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I looked at the lobby with no response for about 1 minute, then put my foot on the stairs going up to the upper floor.

Footwork not much different from the search team members following me.

However, the footsteps I took strangely did not produce noise.

Physical stats faithfully following my demand commanding ‘stealth’.

Step— step—

But it was an advanced skill rather unnecessary in moments like now.

I took in the approaching 2nd floor in my view while deliberately stepping more loudly.

The 2nd floor lounge located right in front of the stairway passage.

Plush chairs looking comfortable just from seeing them and tables set up good for eating delivered food together.

A faint smile naturally leaked out at the vending machines lined up long next to that.

Tong—!

I swung my iron pipe at the pillar in the corridor catching my eye while moving my footsteps to the lounge.

“Kieeeeek—!”

Strange roars finally sending a response to my signal.

Zombies inside the lecture hall started rushing at me along with busy tumbling sounds.

I lightly clicked my tongue while scanning the zombies collapsing from my lightly swung iron pipe.

Tsk—!

Just regrettable.

A kind of ‘collection’ system that almost all gacha games unconditionally equip to suck out users’ money.

I felt very uncomfortable at the natural human desire to want to complete collecting some category.

My own High Queens collection might be a bit difficult.

“Kieeeeek—!”

One zombie suddenly popping out from the side.

Crunch—!

Its face caved in and lightly flew through the air from my left fist lightly striking.

Tong—! Tong—! Tong—!

I continued my idle thoughts while methodically— cleaning the long line of lecture halls.

There’s a world of difference between just looking at items displayed outside and choosing what I need to use.

It naturally becomes calculating and examining thoroughly even things I just looked at with bored eyes before.

One thing I very desperately feel when in the position of having to coldly judge appearances—

Is that idols aren’t idols for nothing.

The average level of beauty has clearly risen a lot these days, but the difference is still quite cruelly severe when directly comparing.

Of course, it’s also because the comparison target was Cha Seolhee who was the top of the top from the start, but anyway, it’s not for nothing that they have looks and talent that have passed a kind of verification.

In that sense, not knowing the survival status of High Queens members is quite painful.

But if there’s a silver lining, it’s that ‘Seoul’ is where Banseok University is located.

“…Huh.”

Splash—!

I brought down the head of the zombie leaping at me along with a short empty laugh.

Splat—!

A face with dirty sensations from brain matter scattering in all directions.

It made me feel the rewards of struggling desperately even taking the college entrance exam three times for almost the first time.

It was very fortunate that this incident occurred while attending Banseok University.

Because Seoul is the center and only area of the Korean entertainment industry.

If I gradually expand the area like this, I’ll probably meet many verified appearances that increase collection value.

Maybe I can revive the Korean entertainment industry from my bed.

Faces from broadcasts and video media naturally flashing through my mind just from the thought.

I smiled deeply at the fatally enticing thoughts and stared at the last lecture hall from outside.

Many wandering zombies visible in the large lecture hall coming into view through the small window.

Most of the zombies were female students, as if they experienced the catastrophe while attending class.

Quite a high density of zombies making even that spacious large lecture hall feel cramped.

This desire not ending and stimulating my possessiveness and desire for monopoly.

I needed to become stronger for this desire not to become a delusion.

Squeak—!

Zombies stopping their wandering and turning their heads all at once at the hinge sound ringing quite loudly unavoidably.

“…Phew—”

I took a deep breath for the first time in quite a while and entered the large lecture hall.

A foolish act of completely giving up the topographical condition of the narrow door and entering inside.

Tang tang tang tang—!

An idiotic act of abandoning the tool that made humans the lords of all creation.

“Kieeeeek—!”

My ears naturally stung at their howling echoing through the large lecture hall at once.

Wooong—!

I tightly clenched both fists and surrounded my whole body with the Royal Authority pulsing inside my body.

Zombies rushing down the central aisle all at once as if class had ended from each of their seats.

A golden fist follows to the zombie at the forefront among them.

Swish—!

Wind pressure tearing through the air slaps the zombie’s cheek for what’s more than a simple punch.

Crunch—!

The zombie flying to the left like a kite with its string cut.

I spread both arms to the zombies still filling the central aisle and reaching out their hands to me.

Splash—!

Both hands pushing away the stomachs of two zombies that came close.

The two zombies flying quickly knocked over bowling pins like bowling balls.

“Kieeeeek—!”

Zombies leaping at me while stepping on the fallen vanguard tumbling down.

I picked up an integrated desk while examining the view widely opened thanks to the bowling ball zombies.

Squeak—!

The integrated desk screaming and crumpling in my tightly grasping hand.

The integrated desk that had stopped in midair following my arm stretched back—

Swish—!

Smashes into their faces in an instant, leaving a vivid afterimage.

A structure too big to be a projectile, and originally made for studying, not throwing.

But what determines the destructive power of a throw is—

The speed of the projectile, not its shape.

Splat—!

The integrated desk tearing apart their faces like a beam of light and embedding in the wall.

Swish—!

I threw all the desks that seemed random towards the zombies visible in front.

Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!

The large lecture hall shaking thanks to desks tearing through zombies’ heads and bodies and embedding in the walls.

“Kieeeeek—!”

I stopped throwing and hurriedly turned my body at the strange cry suddenly ringing loudly from behind.

Crunch—!

The zombie’s chest caving in and denting on my shoulder thrust out while shortly stomping my foot.

I grabbed the head of the zombie about to fall unsightly with my hand spread wide—.

Splat—!

Apple juice thoroughly soaking my hand as if showing off strength by crushing an apple grasped in hand.

I lightly dusted off my hand and bent my arm while pulling this time.

The footsteps, the vibrations of zombies rushing from the front where vigilance had lessened while cleaning up behind are clearly felt.

Thoughts properly continuing without breaking in the urgent situation where every second, every second is important.

A body that answers anything is possible just by thinking.

Flexibility and elasticity feeling no constraints, like walking, lying down, getting up.

So I continued movements I had just glanced at in passing in this situation, movements the original me could never have done.

Crunch—!

A zombie’s head crushed on my elbow thrust out like a spear while quickly turning my body.

Merciless punches continued to the zombies now visible in front again.

Crunch—! Splash—!

Zombies with heads smashed, faces caved in, brains bursting and flying.

Swish—!

A kick just using a little recoil from the waist crushes their waists like a whip.

“Kieeeeek—!”

I poured out the optimal movements I could make to match the situation onto them.

Punches to those who came close, kicks to those at awkward distances—

And throwing anything I could grab at those too far to reach while messing up the surroundings.

Crunch—!

A merciless kick stomping on the head of a zombie crawling on the ground with its waist broken.

Ignoring the moisture splattering on my sweatpants, I grabbed and snapped the neck of the last remaining zombie.

Crunch—!

The large lecture hall entering silence after the savage sound of bones being crushed.

“……”

I lightly threw away the zombie I was holding and thoroughly scanned the large lecture hall.

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The walls of the large lecture hall in a mess from the projectiles I threw.

Dark red blood and white brain matter fragments already thoroughly staining the floor.

And colorless liquid quietly mixing into the dark red blood.

I quietly looked down at the blood and flesh already staining my entire sweatsuit.

I looked at the iron pipe quietly left in front of the large lecture hall, passing by the sight of so many zombies all sprawled on the floor with something strangely caved in somewhere.

Crunch—!

The pulsing of power transmitted just like that following my tightly— clenching fist.

Now I could perfectly feel it.

The electric kickboard and car I first encountered after initially allocating points to Agility stat on the first day.

The iron pipe and blunt weapons that did things I couldn’t do with my fists.

Transcendence not needing the help of tools that made humans the lords of all creation.

That I had become a superhuman (超人) breaking away from the help of tools.

“…Damn.”

A fierce pounding of the heart comparable to the pleasure of putting someone under my feet.

I uttered a short curse from my involuntarily opened mouth while clenching and unclenching my fist.

Now with this ridiculous sense of omnipotence enveloping my body like a drug, I could say more certainly than anyone.

Superman was nothing more than a集結体 of delusions created by humans.

An elephant earnestly protecting ants despite the superiority of species spread as wide as elephants and ants.

There’s no bigger comedy than that comedy.

I stared into space while feeling the smile deeply settled on my lips without realizing.

A growth curve drawing a very steady upward trend as I had envisioned.

Over 100 points gathered again for me who had gaped in shock at 100 points.

I vividly feel the growth accelerating.

Ding—!

[Vulgar Dignity Lv.1 -> Vulgar Dignity Lv.5]
[100 points will be consumed for skill level up.]

[Remaining Points: 110 -> 10]

Ding—!

[The first specialization for your exclusive skill is unlocked for achieving the target skill level.]

[Choose the specialization for the Tyrant exclusive skill ‘Vulgar Dignity’.]

[1. I will attend the royal lecture (經筵) again]
[The multiplier that applied to your physical stats will now include mental stats as well.]

[2. Shut up and pour some drinks]
[The multiplier will be further increased for the physical stat bonuses you were receiving.]