I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 291

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 49
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Crossing the Han River required meticulous preparation.
This Base Camp on the rooftop of KBC Hall was where Lee Jin-ju from Dimension #02 had spent the last three years. It was a place that had grown dear to her—and now, to me.
Since Lee Jin-ju’s memories were now my memories and her experiences were now my experiences, I inherited that bittersweet sentiment in full.
For that reason, tonight I would drink the cocoa I’d farmed during the day. Besides, I had my versatile Camping Trailer at my disposal.
‘Sigh. I escaped from the Deserted Island only to find myself in an apocalypse.’
Somehow, the environment seemed even worse than Alea Island.
What good is returning to civilization? It’s been ten years since the Destruction. There’s no difference between there and here.
Anyway, I pulled a keyring from my pocket and shook it. The mechanism remained unchanged.
As I shook the keyring, it scattered into several pieces before reassembling into the form of a large Camping Trailer.
I familiarly retrieved the camping equipment from inside the trailer and began setting up.
I stacked tree branches I’d collected from Yeouido Saetgang Ecological Park in front of the tent that Lee Jin-ju had made.
The usable trees in Yeouido Park had already been taken by other survival camps, leaving little behind. Surviving in the city was truly difficult.
In any case, I then lit the Lighter.
Flames rose immediately.
Though the wind blew, the tarp served as a windbreak, keeping the fire stable.
The Campfire crackled and burned, casting flickering orange light. Strangely, watching this orange glow seemed to comfort my heart.
Was I struggling that much right now?
Looking back, wouldn’t it be stranger if I weren’t struggling?
And then, once again, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid from Dimension #01 came to mind.
I shook my head.
‘Don’t think about it, Margaret.’
Once again, I consciously pushed away thoughts of my hardship and Enoch from Dimension #01 into the depths of my memory.
Planning for the future was far more efficient and constructive for my current situation.
I sat in a simple chair spread out in front of the Campfire and retrieved a portable power bank. I’d charged it with solar power during the day, and it was now fully charged.
I immediately took out an electric kettle, poured water filtered through a water purification system, and boiled it. Then I retrieved the instant cocoa packets I’d farmed during the day.
As I poured hot water into a stainless steel cup and added the cocoa, a sweet, fragrant aroma spread through the air.
I leaned back in the chair and took a sip of cocoa while gazing at the Campfire.
My body felt drowsy.
The sunset was already painting the sky.
Though autumn had arrived and the air was crisp, with the Campfire and warm cocoa, there was nothing to worry about.
If I went straight down the road between KBC Hall and the National Assembly Building, I would reach Seongangdaegyo Bridge, then pass Mapo Bridge and Wonhyo Bridge before crossing Hangang Bridge to reach Yongsan.
Yes. My destination was the heart of Seoul, the golden center of the city. Yongsan.
I began preparing my bedding, thinking of heading to Yongsan the next day.
A clothesline was strung between the tent and a large outdoor air conditioning unit in the center of the rooftop, with my clothes hanging there.
I bent at the waist and moved back and forth between them, organizing my luggage and inspecting the inside of the tent.
The slightly damp laundry carried the scent of Soap, and that fragrance drifted pleasantly on the crisp early autumn breeze.
I added more firewood to the crackling campfire, then checked the condition of the lantern. Once satisfied, I hung it from the tent ceiling.
“This place has grown on me—it’s quite cozy.”
I swept my hand across the mat laid on the floor, then spread out the sleeping bag neatly on top of it, layering an old worn blanket over that as well.
After arranging the final blanket and placing the pillow, my bedding inspection was complete.
Before sleep, I needed to plan tomorrow’s movement to Yongsan Station. The distance was far too great to traverse while evading the undead.
I sat back down before the campfire and pulled out my notepad. The cocoa had gone cold, but I drank it anyway. Cold cocoa had a deeper sweetness to it.
“I should depart before 5 AM at the latest.”
That was why I needed to sleep early.
If I couldn’t find a campsite along the way and darkness fell, I risked becoming isolated among the undead in the worst-case scenario. So I had to cover the distance to Yongsan Station while daylight remained.
“System, can you show me the route to Yongsan Station?”
A holographic window materialized in the midair before me.
[Analyzing request…]
[Analysis complete]
[Destination: Yongsan Station]
[Departure point: KBC Hall rooftop, Yeouido]
[Analyzing route…]
[Scanning terrain…]
I sipped my cocoa while quietly observing the holographic window suspended in the air.
[Analysis complete]
A terrain map began to materialize in the midair like a navigation display.
Wow. This is convenient.
Of course, that didn’t mean paper maps were unnecessary. In an emergency, analog methods were often the fastest way to solve problems.
[Recommended travel route:
→ Move to the west entrance of KBC Hall, Yeouido
→ Cross National Assembly Road and proceed to Yeouiseo Road, then head toward Yeouido Park from Yeouido Sundeugeeum Church. Continue straight into Yeouido-dong Road.
→ Proceed straight to 67 Building, then enter Han River Park. Move beneath Olympic Road and continue straight to Hangang Bridge.
→ Cross Hangang Bridge, proceed straight to Shin-Yongsan Station, then turn left to reach your destination]
Hmm. I studied the route carefully, then unfolded the Seoul map I had acquired. Using a pen, I traced out the path.
It looked incredibly simple and straightforward on the map.
But I’d already experienced firsthand over the past week just how treacherous this journey would actually be.
I’d chosen Yongsan as my destination partly because it was the heart of Seoul, but that was only a secondary reason.
The real reason I had to go there was something else entirely.
“You recovered the Yongsan Station server, right?”
“Only partially. The biometric data is still intact.”
“There was data registered ten years ago. The name was… Seo Eun-hyuk?”
“Are you running experiments on it now?”
“Shh. This seems to be classified information from the National Disaster Management Agency, so keep it quiet.”
I’d overheard this conversation by chance when I infiltrated the survival camp at the National Assembly Building.
I had no way of knowing if the ‘Seo Eun-hyuk’ I’d heard about was really the Enoch I knew, but with so little information available, I had no choice but to trust even these scraps and act on them.
“System, if I go to Yongsan Station, will I be able to locate Seo Eun-hyuk’s position? Yongsan Station is the most densely populated area right now—is it worth the risk for me to go there?”
In truth, I’d asked this question before. But I asked again. I needed to be certain.
[Analyzing request…]
[Analysis complete]
[Target: Seo Eun-hyuk (Enoch)]
[Current location tracking of the target is impossible.]
[However, movement traces can be confirmed]
[Last movement location: Inside Yongsan Station]
[Regional danger level: High]
[This is an area with both high infection density and high drone surveillance rates.]
Drones, huh.
It’s not like I’m doing anything suspicious anyway. I’m just looking for a childhood friend I parted with ten years ago—what’s the harm in that?
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…
…
Still, I should be careful.
Above all, my objective isn’t to “survive well in this world,” is it? My goal is to acquire Enoch’s soul fragment.
Kwaaaaaaagh-!
That’s when it happened. Suddenly, the shriek of zombies pierced the air.
The shriek of zombies was a familiar sound here—practically background music—but this one felt different somehow.
I set down the stainless steel cup I’d been holding and rose from my seat. Then I moved toward the direction of the sound and peered over the rooftop railing below.
The sound had come from the direction of the KBC Hall Priesthood.
‘So there were more survivors in the broadcast station building…?’
I hadn’t known. The station was so massive that there could easily be places I hadn’t yet explored.
I picked up the telescope and surveyed the surroundings. The sun had set by now, but the night was bright with moonlight, so my visibility wasn’t completely obscured.
Crash-
That’s when I saw a woman tumble out through a shattered window on the first floor of the Priesthood building.
To be precise, she’d been thrown. Not a voluntary escape, but rather hurled by quite a number of people. Multiple hands had extended from the window before vanishing.
The zombies didn’t miss the opportunity and rushed toward the woman.
The woman quickly got to her feet and sprinted at full speed. She was heading this way.
‘Huh? Her face looks like…someone I know.’
It was a familiar face.
That woman was none other than Yuanna Lucy.
Despite bearing the appearance of a Korean person, she was identical to Yuanna Lucy. Unmistakably so at first glance.
“System, that person running over there—that’s Yuanna Lucy, right?”
At my words, the system began its analysis,
[Target: One female in rapid movement]
[Comparative analysis: ‘Yuanna Lucy’ from the Original Dimension]
[Facial structure similarity: 93%]
[Energy wavelength match rate: 99%]
[Judgment: Yuanna Lucy (Original Dimension’s ‘Yuanna Lucy’)]
I quickly rose from my seat, kicked open the rooftop door, and rushed down.
Yuanna Lucy—somehow she found herself betrayed by those around her even here, bearing the visage of a tragic heroine. It was simply her nature as a protagonist.
There was nothing for it but to save her myself.

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