Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 528

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 2 Episode 248
85. Each Their Own Role (1)
“There aren’t many of them at first.”
So that was his reasoning for killing zombies with a utility knife.
-???
-That’s insane logic lol
-Wild bears are rare too, but let’s try killing them with a utility knife, Almond.
-I remember you had to smash their heads with a hammer to kill them…
Takoyaki shook his head firmly.
“That won’t work.”
No matter how exceptional Almond’s combat ability was, this was incomprehensible.
First, the limitations of a utility knife as a weapon were far too obvious.
“Zombies stop when you destroy their brains. But you can’t pierce a skull with a utility knife. Almond.”
Some high-quality utility knives have sharp enough blades to expose bone.
But ultimately, the blade keeps breaking.
Of course, considering this is a game, combat at a certain level might be possible. But in a game that pursues a degree of realism, killing zombies by cutting through their skulls with a utility knife?
That’s impossible.
“That’s right.”
This was something Almond already knew.
He had experience with Zombie School after all.
“You don’t necessarily have to pierce the skull. There’s another way.”
Almond explained his method.
“So you target the muscles. Not to kill them, but to disable them.”
Roughly put, he’d sever all the connection points of the muscles with something sharp.
Since zombies move through muscles anyway, if all the connection points of the body are severed, they’d collapse like a broken wooden puppet.
This was already a technique Almond had demonstrated during the convenience store hallway defense battle.
“Is that… even possible?”
“I’ve done it before by attaching a utility knife to a mop handle. So it should work this time too. Though I can’t bring a mop handle with me.”
-He actually did that??lol
lol
-So this is a game where zombies run away from Almond?
“Huh…?”
Takoyaki, as well as the new viewers who came in due to this G-Star Challenge, were baffled that he’d actually accomplished such a feat.
Almond’s combat ability certainly far exceeded common sense.
Takoyaki acknowledged this, and knew it better than anyone.
But still, Takoyaki’s expression remained dissatisfied.
“Hmm…”
This game didn’t allow players to fully display their combat abilities.
“In Zombie School, physical abilities are affected by the character’s mental state, right? If it were spear-form combat like last time, that’d be one thing, but fighting zombies with a short-range utility knife is impossible in the early stages when you have almost no experience. You’ll feel fear.”
The Zombie School game well expressed the emotions and mental limitations an ordinary human would feel if an actual zombie outbreak occurred.
Any human would prefer a long spear to facing a zombie up close with a short weapon like a box cutter, regardless of whether the damage output is similar.
Even if both could deal comparable damage.
“Ah….”
So the fear varies depending on range. That was something Almond hadn’t considered until now.
“Then should I just grab a mop? Honestly, even if the NPCs curse a little….”
The moment Almond went to where the mop was and picked it up.
“Hey! You there! Why are you grabbing the mop? The Principal said in his speech why you’d grab a mop, didn’t heeeee!”
“Ah… that, that is….”
As Almond scrambled for an excuse, he recalled Civil Empire and made up this lie.
“To use as a flag. A flag. To cheer for the Principal.”
Hahahaha
-So it was the General’s speech, not the Principal’s?
The flag is crazy lol
War’s breaking out lol
Someone who did Civil EM way too much lol
“Did you three drink together!? What nonsense! If you like mops that much, should I have you all clean the entire classroom!? Huh!?”
The Class Representative’s face was turning from red to a dark, mottled purple.
“Get out right now, I’m telling youuuu!”
“Ah….”
“Why! Why aren’t you leavinggggg!?”
At this rate, the Class Representative would become the first zombie.
[The Class Representative is about to lose trust in you.]
[If NPCs lose significant trust, progression becomes difficult.]
-Oh, the game got more considerate
-This kind of thing appears too
Wow, it actually has credibility too.
Even during early access, bonds with NPCs were important.
Since this time the goal was to keep as many NPCs alive as possible, it would be even more crucial.
“Well then. Let’s go. Mond.”
Taco taps Almond’s back as if there’s no other choice.
At that, Balloon Gum hesitates for a moment before shoving something into his pocket.
“Taco. Even a box cutter is… better than having no weapon at all, right?”
“Ah. Yes. That’s true.”
A box cutter was small enough that the Class Representative wouldn’t notice.
They ended up leaving with only a single box cutter each in their pockets, with no real plan in mind.

* * *
“Hey! Number 32! Who are you?! Huh? Hurry up! If you don’t get this line straight, we’ll finish late!”
Even after coming outside, the Class Representative was still barking orders at the children, veins bulging in his neck.
The children did line up according to the Class Representative’s commands.
“Ugh. So noisy.”
“Damn glasses-face.”
“Shit. It’s so hot….”
Considering this game’s setting was the height of summer, irritation was inevitable.
Suddenly being called out on a day like this to listen to the Principal’s speech.
For children at an age when blood flowed freely through their veins, it was no different from hell itself.
“He could’ve just said it over the school broadcast. Ugh.”
“An old fogey being an old fogey, that’s all.”
“The classroom’s gonna reek of sweat.”
Of course, the three who knew that literal hell would manifest soon—Taco, Almond, and Balloon Gum—were holding a strategy meeting while scanning the athletic field in all directions, rather than cursing the Principal.
“Do you remember where this all started, sir?”
“Hmm….”
Balloon Gum seemed unable to remember.
That was understandable. It was a dream that started suddenly without any warning.
“Then what were you doing, hyung?”
“Me? I was just… running while shouting ‘Run! Run away!’ It seems like I was the slowest, so I died….”
-Just running lolol
-And he died in the process lolol
-How fast does he die anyway lol
-The 36th stratagem: retreat lololol
“You died, sir.”
“Yeah.”
“Then to avoid that future, we shouldn’t run in that direction. Which way was it?”
“Over… there.”
Balloon Gum subtly pointed at a certain building.
“Hmm….”
Taco stared intently in the direction of that building.
Was the direction he ran really the problem? From what I could see now, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.
Maybe he just died because he was slow.
But why was only Balloon Gum slow?
Because he was bad at games? Even so, everyone should have the same stats, right?
There were many points of confusion.
Then.
“Ah. Ah.”
The Principal, who looked like he could easily deliver a speech for three or four hours straight, appeared and began testing the microphone.
“Dear students. It’s nice to see you all.”
Waaaaaah.
Cheers and shouts erupted beneath the sharp gazes of each homeroom teacher.
Hahaha is that a scream or a cheer?
Social life is tough.
-Waaaaaah (hurry up and let us go)
“Everyone. Thank you for gathering on such a hot day. Today, we’ll finish quickly with shortened classes instead. Please bear with us a little longer.”
At the mention of shortened classes, the children’s faces brightened like blooming flowers.
Waaaaaaaaah!
This time it’s a real cheer ㅋㅋㅋ
-Fake cheer cut~!
Real deal lol
“By the way, did you know the blood donation truck came today? The Principal donated blood earlier. Have you all done it? Those who donated, please raise your hands.”
A few hands rose hesitantly.
“Hmm. That’s too few. Especially Grade 12—did none of you do it?”
The Grade 12 Homeroom Teachers glanced around at their students, giving them a pointed look.
“Don’t skip out on things like this just because you’re in Grade 12. It’s a good deed, so let’s all participate. Does studying alone make you better at studying? You get chocolate pies too. You get to chat and bond….”
As I let the Principal’s words go in one ear and out the other, I thought to myself.
‘It’s the same. The blood donation truck came.’
The blood donation truck had come during early access too.
‘Wasn’t that the culprit?’
It was speculation, but there had been talk that the blood donation truck was the source during early access, and the virus spread from there.
Doesn’t everyone who donates blood turn into a zombie??
-Watch out for the kids who raised their hands
-Grade 12s seem safest??
Since none of the Grade 12s donated blood, they were safe. Unfortunately, I was in Class 3 of Grade 11.
In other words, I was a sophomore.
‘There’s one in our class too.’
Moreover, there was one child in Class 3 who had donated blood.
Almond, Taco, and Balloon Gum—all three of us didn’t say anything to each other, but we were looking in that child’s direction.
“Yeah….”
Balloon Gum even muttered like this.
“Right… They said it broke out simultaneously everywhere?”
The reason he didn’t remember the first zombie might be because there were so many children who had donated blood.
I naturally turned my gaze toward the Principal.
“So. Play when you play! Study when you study! Keep your hair neat and tidy like a proper student! That’s what looks best! This is what I’m saying….”
He was in the middle of delivering an earnest lecture.
His face began to turn increasingly red.
“When you’re a student, you see! Huh? Talking back to adults~! Chin up! Hands in pockets! Standing there all defiant~? That doesn’t look good~ That’s the problem!”
Unfortunately, the students themselves weren’t particularly interested in looking good to adults.
Yet the adults continued trying to persuade the students based on what looked good or bad to them.
It wasn’t so much persuasion as it was venting everything he’d been holding back.
And then, he ended up expelling something else entirely.
“What’s happening to the world!? What!? Ugh!? Hack! Cough—hack…!”
A thick, wet sound of phlegm being drawn up, and then blood poured forth.
“P-Principal!!”
The Vice Principal and others rushed toward him in succession.
A murmur filled the air.
The playground was filled with the sound of children murmuring.
That sound soon transformed into screams.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaah!”
A girl from Class 3 collapsed, and from that moment, the screams erupted.
Above her, another girl was biting at her neck.
The Class Representative rushed over.
“Hey! I said line up properly! Huh? You’re standing too close together, that’s why you’re fighting!!!”
hahahaha
“Is the class president seriously crazy? lol”
and lol even in this situation lol
-“The Constellation of Chaos and Order”
Class president is crazy lolololol
The Class Representative was convinced the fighting had broken out because the line wasn’t properly formed, but the reality was different.
“Hey! Yumi! I’m going to tell the teacher about you fighting. For now, just stand straight!”
The moment he grabbed the female student who was biting at the neck to pull her away.
Splurt!
The carotid artery was torn open, and blood gushed forth.
“…?”
The Class Representative’s pupils reflected the crimson fountain of blood.
Only then did the Class Representative sense that the situation was grave.
“Wh-what….”
But it was already too late.
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
The female student zombie turned her head toward the approaching Class Representative and lunged.
Then─
Whoosh!
A shadow flashed past, and the sound of flesh being severed rang out.
Crunch!
One of the arms the zombie had been swinging at the Class Representative dropped limply.
“Kyaaaah!?”
The zombie turned to look at whoever had severed her arm.
Swish-swish-swish!
In an instant, another flurry of blade strikes severed all her tendons and nerves.
The zombie staggered violently once, then—Thud!
It collapsed with a thunderous crash.
-Damn…
-Is this actually working?
-What the…
Thump.
Not just the zombie—the Class Representative fell on his backside as well.
“…W-what the hell is this.”
He looked up at the boy who had saved him with wide, startled eyes.
Remarkably, this boy was one of the three who had been irritating him just moments ago. It was Almond.
Almond, with the face of an eighteen-year-old, looked down at him and spoke.
“What do you mean what—it’s a zombie. Get the kids and bolt to the main building. I didn’t see anything about the pissing.”
-Hahahahahaha
-Lmaooo
-Info) Almond has seen shit before, so he can pretend not to notice
-Now that you said it, we all know
Almond had dealt with Class 3’s first zombie, but that wasn’t the end of it.
Screeeeeech…!
Zombies spawned across multiple classes and grades, screams pierced the air, and pools of blood began forming one after another across the sandy athletic field.
The metallic stench of iron assaulting the nostrils seemed to announce the true beginning of Zombie School.
‘What is this.’
Meanwhile, Almond stared down at the utility knife smeared with sticky blood.
More precisely, at his own hand gripping the knife.
There wasn’t a tremor in sight.
[No Status Abnormalities]
When facing a zombie, one should normally be afflicted with [Fear] [Anxiety] and the like.
Yet he felt no emotional disturbance whatsoever.

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