Player of a Ruined World - Chapter 105

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Player of the Ruined World – Episode 105
“Feed? Feed, feed?”
“Lost it? Found it. Found it?”
“That thing from before? That’s it, that’s it? That’s it.”
As I passed Jamsil Bridge and approached the soundproof wall, the Stage 5 Severing Cells resonated in unison, their attention turning toward this location.
In any case, the main body’s location would be marked on the 3D terrain map once the emergency episode was completed, so Kim Hanna’s Quest took priority for now.
Besides, only by consuming humans would Kim Hanna’s regenerative abilities return.
“Hold on tight.”
I shifted Kim Hanna from my arms onto my back and tucked the 3D terrain map into my pocket.
Gripping the curved blade firmly, I carved through the Severing Cells and forged a path forward.
-The Curved Blade’s ‘Baldo’ effect activates!
-Movement speed increases by 20% for 30 seconds.
The curved blade’s special effect, Baldo.
The moment the effect triggered, my body became light as a feather.
Direction changes, the swing of my blade, even my reflexes to evade attacks—everything amplified.
Balhwa active, Baldo stacked on top, and Frenzy maintained simultaneously.
Shing-shing-shing-shing-shing-shing-shing-shing!!!
With each step, dozens of heads danced within the mist.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, drenching the ground.
As I tore through hundreds of Severing Cells blocking the path like sheets of paper, Kim Hanna’s voice reached my ears.
“Insane….”
Usually she could barely speak, but this time her voice came through crystal clear.
Right, anyone would call this insane.
Even I had to admit—I’d transcended into a realm beyond words.
An existence far surpassing human physical capability.
A being more monstrous than any zombie.
With every physical ability pushed to its absolute limit and Skills stacked on top, nothing in this world could restrain me.
I surged forward like an unstoppable tidal wave.

* * *
“What?!”
31st Floor of L Tower.
Park Sangil descended from the rooftop and wore a dumbfounded expression as he listened to Hong Yeonhui’s explanation.
Soon, Park Sangil gripped a rifle in his hand and rushed toward the stairs.
Grab!
Park Sangha seized Park Sangil’s arm.
“Calm down. We don’t even have ammunition right now.”
“So we just leave it as is?!”
“You know going there won’t help us at all.”
“What do you mean it won’t help? On the rooftop earlier, if Suhan and I had been even a little late, Doyun would’ve died!”
As Park Sangil tried to shake off his hand, Park Sangha gripped his arm more firmly and spoke.
“Right now, it won’t help.”
“Let go.”
“You said we only have two magazines left. No bolts either.”
“….”
“Are you Admiral Yi Sun-sin? ‘I still have two magazines remaining.’ What kind of nonsense is that?”
Just as Park Sangil was about to retort to Park Sangha’s words, Park Sangha spoke first.
“I’m telling you to wait. I’ll make them for you.”
“….”
“I’ll make it so you can fight.”
Park Sangha called out to Hwang Anbae, who was sitting in the corner.
“An Bae, do we have enough points?”
“They keep accumulating even now.”
“I’m going to craft 4-times enhanced ammunition. Get ready.”
“4-times enhanced ammunition means… the rifle needs to be 4-times enhanced too. Thinking about it that way, we don’t have many points.”
“It’s fine. We’ll handle the urgent matter first.”
Park Sangha continued, calling out specific people.
“The eldest, Elder Chulmin, Suhan, and Hong Yeonhui—these four will move out. We only need to enhance four rifles 4 times.”
“Yes, understood!”
As Hwang Anbae created a small furnace, Park Sangha looked at the people around him and spoke.
“Everyone else, pool your points to us. Sanghun, contact Kim Miyeon at the safe house and tell her to send the defense team’s points to me and An Bae as well.”
“Okay.”
Then Hong Yeonhui, who had been listening quietly, raised her right hand and spoke.
“Wait a moment. If four shooters move out, what about this place?”
“Hyeri is a shooter too, and Yeongsu is a shooter as well. This place will be fine.”
“You said there were more mutant zombies on the way down after dealing with the enhanced Creeper on the rooftop? No matter how I think about it, leaving this place to move out….”
“If we all move together, we’ll just end up dragging Doyun down.”
“….”
“The four of you finding Doyun and providing support is the right call. We’ll manage to survive on our own here.”
Park Sangha quickly assessed the situation and focused on reinforcing the rifle.
As Hong Yeonhui’s worry became evident on her face, Park Youngsu and Jang Wooheok approached.
“You’re right, Yeon-hee.”
“That’s correct. Leave this to us, sister.”
With both of them agreeing, Hong Yeonhui no longer objected.
The lower and upper floors of L Tower had been cleared, but the middle floors remained unknown, so it was natural for Hong Yeonhui, as the leader representing Hongryeon, to worry about everyone.
Then Han Hye-ri, who had been observing the situation, approached Hong Yeonhui’s side.
“I know you’re anxious.”
….
“But it’s alright.”
At Han Hye-ri’s words, Hong Yeonhui laughed weakly and asked.
“Doesn’t that sound contradictory? How can it be alright when you’re anxious?”
To Hong Yeonhui’s question, Han Hye-ri continued calmly.
“A leader must also be able to trust her companions.”
….
“Baek Doyun can move forward because we trust him.”
….
“Even if we can’t help by his side, our role is to endure so he can return with peace of mind. That’s our job.”
These were words only Han Hye-ri, who had always taken on the defensive role, could speak.
To become a home he could return to.
Not a burden, but a safe home to return to.
Han Hye-ri believed that was the role of the defensive team.
Hong Yeonhui stood stunned as if struck by a hammer, then smiled warmly and stroked Han Hye-ri’s head.
“You’re strong, Hye-ri.”
“I’m not strong. I just have faith.”
“Your faith is strong.”
….
“I’ll have faith too. That everyone will be fine.”
Han Hye-ri called Baek Doyun “mister,” but called Hong Yeonhui “sister.”

* * *
The concrete wall of the riverside apartment complex came into view.
BOOM!!!!
I kicked off the ground and vaulted over the wall in an instant, grabbing onto the eighth-floor balcony.
CRASH—!
As I broke through the glass and entered, I could see the shocked expressions on the fanatics’ faces as they stared at me.
They were so startled that their mouths hung open like fish.
I set Kim Hanna down from my back, and she collapsed onto the living room floor, unable to stand properly.
She had already reached the limits of her physical endurance.
“You, you you, you are…!”
The man who pointed at me first, glaring with hostility.
The same one who had called me impure.
As I strode toward him, he began backing away.
Thud!
I grabbed his collar and knelt before Kim Hanna.
The man resisted, letting out strange whimpers.
When I pressed down firmly on his trapezius muscle, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.
“You need to eat, Kim Hanna.”
“….”
Kim Hanna swallowed hard, staring at the unconscious man’s neck.
I had set out a meal and even handed her a spoon.
But Kim Hanna couldn’t bring herself to eat.
She looked around instead of eating, her eyes darting nervously.
Did she need a notebook and pen?
I looked at the people around me and spoke.
“Paper and pencil.”
“…What?”
“Bring me paper and pencil.”
“W-we have a ballpoint pen….”
“Bring whatever you have.”
When I handed Kim Hanna the notebook and pen they brought, she began writing with trembling hands.
-Quest, marked as 96/100.
“….”
-I’ve already consumed ninety-six brains?
“Yes, that’s correct.”
Kim Hanna wouldn’t remember.
She had eaten them while in a zombie state, devoid of reason.
There’s a saying that oblivion is a gift from the gods.
The fact that she had no memory of those early days after her transformation… had been a blessing for Kim Hanna all this time.
Kim Hanna bit her lower lip, her expression growing troubled.
Her furrowed brow revealed the turmoil churning within her.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-
Multiple footsteps echoed from beyond the shattered window.
I gripped the curved blade in my hand and spoke.
“From now on, I’ll be dealing with Severing Cells, Zombies, and various Mutants.”
“….”
“Take your time choosing. I’ll wait.”
As I turned to leap out the window, I felt a hand grasp my sleeve from behind.
When I turned, Kim Hanna was staring at me, swallowing a short breath.
She then wrote something in her notebook.
-Am I… human?
Her complex emotions were laid bare in that brief sentence.
I glanced lightly over the people in the living room, then looked directly at Kim Hanna and spoke.
“You are. More than anyone here.”
“….”
There’s a saying.
Those who willingly become insects cannot complain when they are trampled.
Doesn’t that fit these bastards perfectly?
Those who never thought to solve their own problems, parasitizing off Euitaejong to survive.
The very ones who threw Players as food to Euitaejong and used children as bait.
If you don’t dispose of garbage, it only festers with stench.
Poison began to glint in Kim Hanna’s eyes.
Had she steeled her resolve?
I ended my words there and hurriedly leaped out the window.
“It’s there? It’s there, it’s there?”
“Found it, found it? Found it.”
As I entered the mist, I could see the Severing Cells approaching like a massive wall.
I opened my inventory and gripped the twin blades in my hands.
If I let these Severing Cells pass as they are, they’ll slaughter the Survivors.
I need to buy time for Kim Hanna to complete her Quest.
Time is still abundant, and I already know the location of the main body.
Then….
It’s hunting time.
Whoosh-!
Slash! Crunch- Slash!
I swung the twin blades without hesitation, gathering points.
Someone would call me that.
Trash who throws humans to Zombies.
Cold.
Merciless.
A cold-blooded killer, they called me.
There was only one answer I could give to such people.
‘So what? What are you going to do about it?’
Such petty morality only worked in a world governed by law, order, and rules.
Once the zombies overran everything, I was the first to step forward and eliminate them, accumulating points through relentless effort.
Meanwhile, those who threw other survivors as bait and clung to the Mutant for survival—what of them?
Was it right to value the lives of the riverside apartment survivors the same as my own?
Yes, the weight of a life might be equal.
But the weight of the struggle—the fierce effort—that was different.
Slaves always boast that their own chains shine the brightest.
They chose to become slaves themselves, willingly became vermin.
That’s why they were devoured by me.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I swung my blade without pause, without rest.
The more I eliminated, the more Severing Cells multiplied.
With the final episode approaching, I saw this as my last chance to grow, and I swung my blade relentlessly like a bloodthirsty beast.
“Kieeeek!!!”
In that instant, a long arm shot through the mist alongside the Mutant’s piercing shriek.
‘Fast.’
I hastily raised my left arm to shield my head.
“Ugh…!”
Is this what it feels like to be crushed under a falling boulder?
Along with the ringing impact that shook my bones, my entire body felt weightless, suspended.
Boom-!!!
I flew straight into the outer wall of the building to my right and crashed through it.
Cement fragments rained down over my tingling shoulders and head.
The Mutant’s palm that had struck me through the mist was larger than my entire body.
Shaking my head violently from the impact, I looked ahead.
Whoosh-!
A colossal fist came hurtling straight at me.
A massive fist nearly three meters in diameter.
I quickly threw my body to the side to evade.
Crash-!!!!!
The enormous fist tore through the outer wall and punched clean through.
In that brief moment, I understood what I was facing.
‘Stage 5.’
Its entire body was pitch black, and every muscle gleamed with the tension of compressed rubber.
These were the hallmarks of a Stage 5 Mutant.
‘My twin blades—where are they?’
The unexpected impact had knocked them from my grip.
But there was no time to search for the dropped blade, so I drew the curved sword from its sheath.
Clang!!!
At the same moment, I kicked off the ground and rushed toward where Euitaejong’s head was.
“Kkirik?”
Euitaejong’s face appeared in an instant.
Only after confirming its entire body with my eyes could I tell.
“So it’s you?”
Deep scars on the shoulder blade and knee areas.
It was the Stage 4 Euitaejong I’d missed just hours ago.
In those few hours, it had evolved to Stage 5 and come looking for me.
A Stage 5 Euitaejong with nearly identical size to Stage 4, but drastically increased defense and attack power.
Without hesitation, I swung my blade toward its face.
Scraaaaaape-!!
I felt the sensation of the blade grinding against hard rock.
‘What?’
What was its skull made of?
Even for Stage 5, this was absurd.
The curved sword’s blade didn’t penetrate.

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