Ren twitched, his mouth wide open. He was completely speechless.
The skill description appeared before his eyes.
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SSR Rank Unique Skill: Holy Liquid
Rank – F
Type – Unique
Skill Condition – Satisfy a person of the opposite sex in a sexual way.
Reward – Grants one random one-time skill card randomly.
Restriction – Can only be used once per day.
Additional Information – Loading… Loading… Loading…
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Ren stared at it blankly.
"Isn't this directly telling me to have sex until they're satisfied?"
He grabbed his hair tightly.
"What the fuck…" he muttered, irritation and anger mixing in his voice.
He forced himself to calm down.
"So basically this skill is totally useless. How am I supposed to find someone to do it with in a world filled with hordes of zombies?"
"Are you fucking joking with me?!"
Then Ren suddenly twitched.
"But wait… it basically grants me as many skills as I want…"
A slow smile spread across his face, as if he were standing in a peaceful flower garden instead of a ruined city.
He checked the system again.
"Oh… it's basically like a game status screen. But where are my stats?"
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After a few days.
Ren sat on the edge of a rooftop, staring at the ruined streets with a tired expression.
"I'm almost out of supplies. I used these past few days to check everything about this skill and system."
He sighed.
"But I only found a few things."
He counted on his fingers.
"One, I can only store a maximum of one skill card right now."
He paused.
"And the most important thing…"
A faint, bitter smile appeared.
"This skill is completely useless on its own without another person."
Ren fell silent.
"What should I do…"
Then suddenly—
"Gotcha."
His eyes brightened.
"First, secure supplies. Then figure out what to do about this skill."
He grinned proudly.
"Perfect plan."
"Rule number seven. Divide and rule."
He took out a rope from his bag and tied it tightly to his crowbar.
He scanned the surroundings.
"That rooftop over there looks safe. And there's a perfect gap to wedge this crowbar into."
"And if I remember correctly… that building is a vehicle rental place. Which means lots of vehicles parked outside. Which means… keys."
He smirked.
"Time to go."
He threw the crowbar.
Dop.
It bounced back.
"It's okay. First try, after all," he said with a bright smile.
Inside—
Yeah! First try!
He threw again.
Dip.
He twitched.
"It's just today… unlucky day."
Yeah. Just bad luck.
Dop.
Dop.
Dop.
Dop.
His face turned irritated.
"What the hell is wrong with this thing?!" he shouted, throwing again.
Clank.
It finally stuck.
He smiled proudly.
"I knew it. Just an unlucky day."
Then he muttered under his breath.
"I really suck at this…"
He tied the other end of the rope tightly to an iron bar structure.
"All done."
He wrapped a piece of cloth around the rope for friction and began sliding across.
Swish.
"This is actually fun…"
Thud.
He landed.
"Maybe I should do it again… Nah."
He tried pulling the rope back.
It wouldn't budge.
"Shit. Tied it too tight."
"I'll find another rope later."
He carefully opened the rooftop door. It was stained with dried blood.
"Looks empty."
He reached the ground floor without trouble.
Ren opened the desk drawer near the main entrance.
Keys.
A whole bunch of them.
He grabbed one tagged 69.
"This has to be a bike key."
He took a few more just in case.
Outside, he hid behind a car.
"Let's see if there are any zombies."
He peeked.
His expression froze.
The entire road was swarming with zombies.
"…Well."
A sly smile appeared.
"Time for some crackers."
He moved quietly between cars, doing something to each of them.
"There… and there…"
"This should do the trick."
He exhaled deeply.
He pushed a bike a bit farther away and hid behind it.
"Everything's set."
He pressed the car keys.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Multiple cars began blaring and flashing.
The zombies turned.
Grah… grah…
They rushed toward the noise, smashing into the vehicles.
Ren put on a helmet.
"Safety first."
He started the bike.
Then shouted loudly—
"You fucking rotting zombies!"
"I'll kick all your asses—oh wait, you'll lose them soon anyway."
He took out a lighter he had picked from a car earlier.
He had already loosened fuel caps and let gasoline spill.
He flicked the lighter and threw it.
A spark.
Then—
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom.
Boom!
Cars exploded one after another.
Fire spread violently.
Zombies were blasted apart, bodies torn into pieces, some burning and screaming as flames consumed them.
Ren rode his bike past the inferno, watching the chaos.
"What a show."
Ren revved the engine.
VRRRRMMMM.
The bike shot forward.
VROOOOM.
Wind tore past him. FWOOOSH.
Ruined buildings blurred by. Burnt cars. Broken glass cracked under the tires.
KRRRK. KRRRK.
He didn't look back.
A few scattered zombies turned at the noise.
Grahh…
He swerved past them.
SCREEECH.
"Move aside."
One zombie stumbled into the road.
Ren twisted the throttle.
VROOOOOM!
THUD.
The body rolled away as he sped past without slowing.
The mall came into view — massive. Silent. Dark.
The engine lowered to a deep growl.
Vrrrmmm…
"If there's anywhere with supplies left… it's there."
He tightened his grip.
The bike rolled toward the entrance.
Tick… tick… tick…
The engine cooled.
The giant doors stood ahead, unmoving.
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He arrived at a supermarket.
"I should get supplies here."
He walked inside carefully.
While searching—
Heavy footsteps.
Thud.
Thud.
A giant, fat zombie stood inside, holding a massive axe covered in blood.
It was chewing on human flesh.
Ren instantly ducked behind a food shelf.
"Where did that fat ass come from…"
"And where the hell did it get that big axe?"
"And why does it look like a pig while eating?"
He let out a quiet giggle.
The zombie stopped.
It sniffed.
A deep growl echoed.
"Oh shoot…"
The footsteps grew closer.
"Why are you coming here… no one's home. Come back later."
The zombie suddenly swung its axe.
CRASH.
The entire shelf shattered.
Ren's eyes widened.
"Oh shit."