Possessed a Healing Game, but It’s a Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 34

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Episode 34

 

The fact that disaster has struck the Eurel Continent is now something everyone knows.

 

The land has rotted, and even the water has become too polluted to drink.

 

And on top of that, zombie hordes suddenly came rushing in.

 

From rural villages to great cities with high castle walls. Every place where people once lived has become desolate.

 

On the blackened, withered earth, all that remains are corpses wearing the shells of humans.

 

So what about the capital city of the Helvetia Kingdom?

 

“This is not the time for us to be doing this!”

 

In the middle of a banquet hall where crystal chandeliers sparkled, one man’s loud voice echoed.

 

In an instant, the laughter of noblewomen exchanging gossip behind their fans, the conversations of nobleman absorbed in games like backgammon while tilting their sparkling wine, and even the music flowing gently through the banquet hall all came to an abrupt halt.

 

Amid the silence that fell over all sides, the middle-aged man who had shouted cleared his throat while receiving the gazes that instantly focused on him, but he was not intimidated.

 

He opened his mouth toward the person sitting across from him without his gaze wavering even once.

 

“The people are starving to death. They say murders are happening over a single loaf of bread.”

 

“Oh my. How barbaric.”

 

At the noblewoman’s casual remark, others took turns adding their mockery.

 

“To kill someone over just one loaf of bread, are they any different from beasts?”

 

“Ha. If there’s no bread, why don’t they just eat meat instead.”

 

One nobleman took a bite of the chunk of meat piled on the table.

 

That table, stacked like towers with rare foods and soft, white bread, thoroughly denied the reality that this place was in the middle of a continent full of zombies.

 

The man’s plea was quickly buried under mockery and chatter.

 

No, they had never been interested in outside affairs to begin with.

 

Though he already knew this, experiencing it again like this made despair settle deeply within him.

 

He bit his lips tightly and raised his voice once more, hoping that even a single thread of his words would reach the other party.

 

“If His Highness the Crown Prince is alive somewhere outside, what would you do?”

 

The banquet hall froze for a moment.

 

“We haven’t even confirmed His Highness the Crown Prince’s life or death yet. It’s understandable. Even before the disaster struck, His Highness was outside. To think that he has passed away… wouldn’t be unreasonable. But…!”

 

He took a deep breath.

 

“What if he’s alive? What if he’s alive but we’re not looking for him and he’s living miserably outside?”

 

“Sir, your words go too far!”

 

“Are you saying we’ve turned our backs on His Highness?!”

 

“If that’s not the case, then why haven’t we even organized a search party yet?”

 

“Well, that’s because except for the Royal Palace that was safe during the disaster, the people alive outside are…”

 

“By that logic, I also returned alive from outside. So am I not a living person?!”

 

“Quiet.”

 

A heavy voice echoed through the tense atmosphere.

 

The middle-aged man with a stylishly grown mustache turned his gaze back to the person sitting across from him, leaving behind the nobleman who had been raising his voice.

 

“Certainly, sir, your words are correct.”

 

King Frederick II, languidly leaning against his throne said to be made of platinum, continued speaking without changing his attitude.

 

“What we should do first is find my son, Samuel. Not some boring banquet like this.”

 

Even though the host of that boring banquet was the king himself, there was no one anywhere in the banquet hall who dared to object to his words.

 

“Form a search party. Since this is about finding the kingdom’s one and only crown prince, bring those with outstanding skills and courage. It doesn’t matter whether Samuel is dead or alive. If he’s alive, naturally he must be brought back to the capital, and if he’s dead, as his father, it would be proper to bring back even pieces of his corpse to hold a funeral. And.”

 

The king’s eyes turned to the middle-aged man kneeling on one knee.

 

“Broderick Lindbergh, you will lead the search party.”

 

Then sounds like air leaking came from the mouths of the surrounding nobles. This was practically the same as telling him to go die.

 

Those with outstanding skills and courage? In other words, that meant to bring fools who wanted to go outside where it was dangerous and they could die at any time, rather than stay in the safe Royal Palace.

 

To anyone’s eyes, that was a euphemistic way of saying the crown prince was already dead.

 

But Brody Lindbergh spoke as if he couldn’t hear the mockery falling toward him.

 

“I obey your command.”

 

The king put a grape in his mouth with a face showing no interest whatsoever.

 

* * *

 

Unlike the somewhat languid and tense capital city, the farm’s days were always busy and peaceful.

 

After zombies as serfs were deployed in large numbers, farmowner Nana and worker #1 Ishanka no longer needed to be tied to the field like before, but that didn’t mean their work decreased.

 

From crop harvesting to farm equipment maintenance, sales preparation, and facility upkeep.

 

A continuous series of tasks requiring attention.

 

Peace required management.

 

Nana mainly handled overall management like crop sales, inventory organization, and facility inspections, while Ishanka took charge of going out to the Eastern Forest to hunt or collect wild seeds.

 

Sometimes they also chased away wild boars that messed up the fields or flocks of birds targeting ripe peaches.

 

So what was Sam doing now?

 

He was worker #2 of the farm and also an engineer.

 

His main job was inventing something or making machines that Nana ordered.

 

Sam wasn’t particularly dissatisfied with his current situation.

 

Sometimes there were requests that made him think ‘Why does she want me to make this?’, but such clients were common in Greenwich too.

 

There were even people who got angry asking “Why doesn’t it work, is this a scam?” without plugging in the power cord, so Nana was rather reasonable by comparison.

 

Moreover, sometimes Nana would clearly solve problems that had been giving him headaches.

 

Though her tone and choice of words were somewhat direct.

 

“Aren’t you overthinking it? Think simply. Simple thinking is actually better for seeing the right answer. Though I don’t know what you’d use a singing adult rattle for.”

 

“You’re making a sparkling tooth insert but the machine I asked for isn’t ready yet? Instead of wasting time making trash with the parts I gave you, meet the deadline first, engineer.”

 

Though each and every word packed quite a punch.

 

Anyway, it’s really strange.

 

She was someone who knew nothing about machines, but suddenly she’s like someone experienced.

 

Perhaps that was why.

 

Her requests seemed absurd at first glance, but once made, they always proved useful.

 

Sam held the completed machine in his arms and went looking for Nana.

 

The warehouse, processing room, vegetable garden.

 

Only after striking out at two or three places did he find her.

 

The destination was the hay barn 2nd floor.

 

As he climbed the ladder, the characteristic fragrant and dusty smell of hay stung his nose.

 

And Nana was lying sprawled on that hay pile with cloth spread over it.

 

“I’ve been looking for you for quite a while. What are you doing here?”

 

“I finished all of today’s work and am giving myself a reward. The great reward called rest.”

 

“…On a hay pile?”

 

“It’s a bed. I laid out a sheet.”

 

“To my eyes, it just looks like cloth placed on top of a hay pile.”

 

“You don’t have even a speck of romance in you.”

 

Do you know the fairy tale called Heidi of the Alps? Heidi’s hay bed in that story was one of children’s dreams.

 

Watching Nana grumble and get up from her spot, Sam felt inwardly wronged.

 

A hay pile should be called a hay pile, and calling it a bed was unscientific no matter how you looked at it.

 

Being a science person to his bones, he could never understand that sentiment.

 

But he didn’t say anything more.

 

From experience, speaking up at this timing had a high chance of not even breaking even.

 

“I finished the thing you asked me to make.”

 

Sam carefully set down the machine he had been holding with both hands.

 

Thunk.

 

A heavy metallic sound echoed over the hay pile.

 

“Th-this couldn’t be?”

 

“That’s right. It’s a cheese maker.”

 

Sam placed one hand on his hip and lifted the corners of his mouth.

 

“With this one machine, there’s no need to boil milk in a cauldron or separate whey manually. It’s a smart cheese maker that handles all the complicated processes at once.”

 

A confident expression.

 

It was Sam’s masterpiece, completed after repeated failures and dawn work sessions.

 

Nana looked down at the machine and suddenly her eyes sparkled with emotion.

 

Now she could really make and eat cheese directly!

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Ding!

 

A familiar system notification sound rang in her ears.

 

【Party member Sam Lindberg has created an invention. Bonus experience points are awarded due to an unexpected technical reaction. A new skill is unlocked.】

 

【Skill Unlocked: [Plants Are My Friends]</p】

‘A true farmer understands even the hearts of crops!’

 

This skill allows you to read plants’ emotions and make them feel good.

 

When harvesting crops that are in good mood, quality increases and selling price rises.>

 

Getting a new skill after so long made Nana’s expression brighten.

 

This would be quite useful when managing valuable crops!

 

In a much better mood, Nana grabbed the shoulders of Sam, who was chattering non-stop saying ‘You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t know how many nights I stayed up making this,’ and smiled brightly.

 

“You’re really a genius. Not just anyone could make this!”

 

Sam shrugged his shoulders and twitched his upper lip.

 

“Of course. Whose handiwork do you think this is! I was valedictorian at Greenwich Academy, you know. My name was written on the laboratory door.”

 

Good boy, well done. Receiving such round praise, Sam triumphantly thumped his chest and said.

 

“Just say the word! Whether it’s a windmill or an alchemy furnace, I’ll make anything! I’m the farm’s greatest inventor!”

 

“Really? Then this time I need an alcohol brewing machine.”

 

Nana naturally brought up her next order as if she’d been waiting for this.

 

“…I stayed up all night yesterday, you know?”

 

“You’ll make it for me, right? You’re a genius who can do anything. Since you stayed up all night, I’ll specially give you a 3-day reward vacation.”

 

“This girl has been working me like a zombie who doesn’t sleep or eat, and now she thinks I’m a zombie too? Just 3 days won’t cure my fatigue…”

 

“Then one day.”

 

“Thank you for the 3-day reward vacation, boss. I’ll rest well and come back.

 

Sam quickly escaped from the hay warehouse before Nana could change her mind.

 

‘The professor’s words that there are no good clients in the world were true. What an evil client!’

 

Thinking about drawing blueprints in the workshop after 3 days, Sam felt like tears would flow.

 

* * *

 

The Capital City of the Kingdom, as far from Sweet Little Village as heaven is from earth.

 

Brody quietly opened a drawer and took out an old small box.

 

Inside were a yellowed letter and a portrait of little Samuel.

 

Then he muttered quietly.

 

“Your Highness must be alive. Certainly.”

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