Chapter 40 - Chapter 39

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 39

Chapter Title: Putting the Pieces Together

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The situation was starting to come into rough focus.

These were the kinds of scenes you often saw in apocalypse stories.

'Zombies closing in, about to grab them, parents running toward the elevator, but she gets in alone..., hits the close button and escapes first..., leaving her parents outside to get eaten by zombies....'

'Or maybe, while fleeing, it looked like they'd get caught, so she slammed a door shut and locked it. Her parents couldn't get through, and ended up zombie chow....'

'Or perhaps she and her parents never got along from the start, so she ditched them without a second thought..., but now regret and guilt are eating her alive.... Whatever. I don't know the details, but there's probably a bunch of reasons.'

Zombie apocalypse movies always had those clichéd scenes.

Like when you're about to die, people chasing after you, but you slam the door shut and lock it anyway.

The people on the other side bang on the door, screaming to be let in..., you mutter "sorry," say "we can't all die," and in the end, you lock it and run.

'Hmm, whatever, not my problem?'

I didn't know what Lee Seo-yeon had done to her only remaining family, her parents.

But as long as Pussy Slave No. 2 spread her legs wide and ate pussy like a good girl, I couldn't care less.

With Hye-jeong's help, I finished suiting up in my armor and got ready to head out.

Glancing at the time, it was 7 p.m.

I'd woken up a bit past noon..., eaten, then fucked Hye-jeong and Seo-yeon a total of thirty times, and suddenly it was evening.

'I'll wrap it up here for now..., take a quick break in reality....'

Leaving the apartment complex meant I had some scouting to do, and I wanted a relaxed mindset before heading out.

The lobby of the Tower—the space of emptiness—had whisked me here in an instant.

The Subspace Storage read my intent and confirmed my decision.

"Yeah."

I stepped out of the Tower.

Back in my real-world room, I rolled around on the bed for a bit before pulling up a delivery app to order some food.

'It's been ages since I had McDonald's.'

Craving McDonald's, I was about to order a burger set for myself..., but then I thought of my pussy slaves. They probably hadn't had any since the apocalypse hit, so they'd love it. I ordered plenty—burger sets, McWings, McNuggets, Snack Wraps, and McFlurries.

My bank balance still had most of the money from selling that 100g gold bar last time, minus the back rent on my studio and whatever else I'd bought.

Honestly, spending all my time in the Tower meant I barely spent money in reality.

The priciest buys had been arm guards, leg guards, dildos, and other adult toys.

The dog bowls for the pussy slaves, the wire and crowbar from before—those were cheap.

'...Yeah, gotta make 'em stuff fries in their pussies and eat 'em. Nuggets and wings too—shove 'em in, masturbate, then eat. Top the burgers, Snack Wraps, and McFlurries with my cum.'

Putting food in pussies to eat was an age-old tradition.

I'd gotten major inspiration from a Western porn video of a woman stuffing a chicken drumstick in her pussy and masturbating.

I posted about it on a Korean internet forum, saying I'd do the same to my girlfriend someday.

-Dude..., got nothing to say to that....

-Is this the shit you fantasize about daily?

-OP's a goddamn genius.

-Hold your breath for 10 hours straight.

-You'll never get a gf anyway, so it's fine.

-Honorary Professor of Pussy Studies.

-The depths of human depravity....

-Makes me feel normal today.

-(OP) You fucking idiots, I just watched the video. It wasn't my fantasy. You morons.

They called me 'Honorary Professor of Pussy Studies' and showered me with positive reactions. Good times.

'Thinking about internet forums..., maybe check one out while waiting for delivery.'

My thoughts drifted to online communities.

While waiting for delivery, I hopped on to see what hot topics were trending today.

'A North Korean Tower Trial survivor defects to us..., so yeah, they definitely teleport to the Seoul Tower....'

Opinions on the Towers were still all over the place.

Even people at Antarctic bases or out fishing got teleported automatically, so it snatches you even if you can't see it?

'Then calling it the "Seoul Tower" in the news is weird. Maybe it's all connected somehow....'

'Special skills like blacksmithing or alchemy exempt from military...? Oh..., like industrial technical or research service.... If I play it right...?'

I hadn't done my military service yet.

I'd kept postponing it for civil service exams and family excuses.

Hmm.... Yeah.... Maybe I can milk this...?

'Easy Difficulty survivors' physical specs getting quantified objectively....'

The post said there were enough Easy survivors for objective metrics, data charts, and even normal distributions emerging.

I dove into posts detailing Tower survivors' stats and level growth.

"Tower Trial survivors' levels..., passive skills or stat skills are separate...,

Passives or stat skills just 'adjust' pure innate ability...,

Survivor levels quantify pure innate ability...?

Pure ability grows through Tower training, life-or-death combat, adventures...,

Sometimes luck with elixirs or evolutions boosts potential, and survivor level rises too...."

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