Possessed a Healing Game, but It’s a Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 36

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Episode 36

 

‘It was good to storm out in anger, but…’

 

Sam looked around with anxious eyes.

 

Though it was still midday, the Eastern Forest with its densely packed branches thick enough to block the sky had a dark, gloomy, and somewhat eerie atmosphere, unlike the bright and cozy farm.

 

“I was at least planning to pretend to be caught if she came after me.”

 

He had stormed out in anger, but honestly expected Nana to chase after him.

 

Then he would have pretended to sulk appropriately and tried to compromise

 

But wait, not even her shadow followed?

 

Sam turned around, but indeed no one was there.

 

‘Right, what was I expecting from her.’

 

“Anyway, I can’t understand it. How can she side with those filthy barbarians?”

 

A certain figure naturally came to Sam’s mind.

 

Abamama.

 

The supreme ruler of the Kingdom and inheritor of the founding king’s bloodline.

 

He always said:

 

‘The Kingdom’s real enemies are not Plantel or the Jupsel Federation, but the barbarians of the North.’

 

Duke Herington, a pillar of the Kingdom, and Chancellor Lancaster and all the nobles nodded at those words.

 

He had been educated that way and lived that way.

 

Just because the world had fallen apart didn’t mean the truth was turned upside down.

 

So the strange one now wasn’t Sam, but Nana.

 

“She must have lost her mind because of the disaster. I thought she was smart just because she knew a bit about machines, but I was wrong. As expected, country bumpkins can’t help but be…”

 

Sam’s eyes widened slightly as his words trailed off.

 

Something flashed through his mind.

 

“…Wait a minute.”

 

Adrien, that is, Nana was definitely serious about farming.

 

She had extensive related knowledge and execution ability.

 

But machines?

 

That kid only knew about farming. Her other knowledge could be called just average level. How could such a person be superior to him in mechanical knowledge?

 

‘How does she understand structures faster than me and come up with ideas I couldn’t think of?’

 

When he thought about it that way, there wasn’t just one or two strange points. Just as his thoughts were chaining together.

 

Snort.

 

A short, rough snorting sound snapped Sam’s mind back to reality.

 

A wild boar appeared!

 

The distance between them was close enough for the boar to charge and ram into him with just a few running steps.

 

Sam nearly had a mental shutdown at the suddenly appeared, vicious-looking wild boar, but fortunately instinctively turned around and ran.

 

Squeal!

 

“Ahhh! Someone help me!”

 

Sam was a mechanic and mechanical engineer.

 

His life had been about calculating instead of running, drawing blueprints instead of fleeing.

 

How many years had it been since he ran at full speed like this?

 

Soon his breath rose to his chin.

 

“Hah, haah… can’t… anymore…”

 

His legs, lungs, his whole body cried out.

 

That he wanted to stop. That this was his limit.

 

Still, Sam ran.

 

Because otherwise he might be trampled by the wild boar chasing behind him. He didn’t even want to imagine it.

 

How long had he run frantically?

 

He had no more stamina to squeeze out. Just when he thought he would die trampled by the wild boar, the boar that had been violently chasing him suddenly turned around and went back into the forest.

 

“Huh, heok, huk. I, I’m alive…”

 

As strength left his legs that had run to their limit, he collapsed right onto the ground. He didn’t know why, but he was alive. If the wild boar had continued chasing, his body would have been mercilessly trampled.

 

As he calmed his lungs that were writhing from lack of oxygen, he suddenly noticed something strange.

 

‘Why did the wild boar turn back while chasing me?’

 

In the chase where he seemed about to be caught but wasn’t, the wild boar had the advantage. But it suddenly turned around and went into the forest.

 

Why?

 

At that moment, he felt a strange sense of alienation from the ground he was sitting on.

 

The texture touching his fingertips was unfamiliar.

 

Not the familiar brown soil, but a powdery texture that crumbled like ash.

 

Black soil that looked burnt and charred.

 

“No way… outside the farm?”

 

Goosebumps rose all over him.

 

Contaminated Land. The danger zone where zombies were said to roam.

 

Sam tried to stand up on his trembling legs.

 

It would be better to be trampled by a wild boar!

 

But his legs, which had run scraping the bottom of his stamina, didn’t recover in a short time. As he tried to stand up several times but collapsed back down due to lack of strength.

 

Groan.

 

A heavy, wet breathing sound was heard.

 

“…No way.”

 

When he turned his eyes, several zombies with dangling arms and rotting flesh dripping down were running toward Sam.

 

Sam crawled on the ground to escape.

 

“Ahhh! Help me—!”

 

But his struggles were in vain. One of them roughly grabbed his hair and brought its rotten, festering mouth right up to his face.

 

‘I endured and endured in that dark basement to avoid those walking corpses…’

 

Was he going to die so futilely like this, making all his previous hardships meaningless?

 

‘No! I want to live more!’

 

The moment he squeezed his eyes shut.

 

Thud.

 

The hand that was pulling him loosened.

 

Crash!

 

The zombie fell beside Sam and its body burned up like ash and disappeared.

 

“What, what?”

 

“You’re in the way, so move.”

 

Along with a low voice, something flew over.

 

Thud!

 

Ishanka’s foot struck Sam’s abdomen.

 

Instantly his breath was cut off and Sam’s body lifted into the air, then rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

 

“What? Where do you get off suddenly kicking a person…”

 

The voice trying to protest couldn’t come out of his mouth and slipped back down his throat at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

 

What filled Sam’s vision was Ishanka holding a black sword, and a horde of zombies rushing toward him.

 

Slash!

 

The black long sword flashed as it cut through the air.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation or any unnecessary movement.

 

Ishanka lowered his body, then leaped and instantly beheaded the zombie that had approached.

 

A precise and clean cut without any blood splatter.

 

Immediately following with a side kick, he sent the second zombie flying.

 

Ishanka reversed his grip on the sword and dove into the gap between the remaining zombies.

 

Slash! Whoosh!

 

Arms flew off, heads rolled, and torsos were split in half.

 

The last zombie staggered and fell, and Ishanka sheathed his sword without letting out a single breath.

 

“…Don’t think I’ll be grateful that you saved me.”

 

Sam growled with a voice full of hostility, but Ishanka showed no change in expression as if he were listening to a dog bark.

 

“I didn’t save you to hear thanks from the likes of you either. Let me ask you something. How did you know I was from a minority ethnic group?”

 

“From looking at the house you built. I was too distracted by the walking corpses to notice before, but when I looked closely, the structure of the house was subtly different from those in the kingdom. But what made me certain was when I saw the patterns drawn on the wall corners. Kingdom houses don’t decorate anything on wall corners. Only minority ethnic groups put drawings there. Their own unique patterns.”

 

Ishanka admired inwardly.

 

Who would have thought that building a house according to his usual habits would trip him up like this. But the patterns were drawn so small they shouldn’t have been noticeable. Should he praise that guy’s sharp eye for noticing them?

 

“Adrien, that country bumpkin might not have noticed until now since he’s lived here all along, but I’m different. I know very well how cruel and barbaric you minority ethnic groups are!”

 

“How surprising indeed. Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

 

“…!”

 

“Why do you make such an expression? Did you think minority ethnic groups wouldn’t know anything about kingdom people?”

 

“Even so, how could you possibly….”

 

“I already knew that Crown Prince Samuel Rowell of the Helvetia Kingdom majored in mechanical engineering in the Grinnish Principality. What made me certain you were this country’s crown prince was the distinctive speech pattern that only royalty uses.”

 

Those called royalty on the Eurel Continent have a peculiar common trait.

 

Namely, they routinely use the ancient intonation once used by the imperial family of the long-destroyed Rune Empire, known as the Rune accent.

 

That pronunciation was regarded as a symbol of authority and proof of legitimacy, and the stronger the kingdom, the more accurate and closer to the original the accent was.

 

Because they had the leisure to collect materials and the ability to restore original ancient documents.

 

Why go to such lengths?

 

Actually, the reason is simple.

 

‘I have nobler blood than you!’

 

That kind of pride battle where they kick sharply under the table while smiling above.

 

Sam had studied in the Grinnish Principality and lived in the countryside, so he had corrected his Rune accent quite a bit to avoid revealing his identity.

 

But completely erasing a speech pattern ingrained for a lifetime wasn’t easy.

 

“…I thought I had corrected it quite a bit, but your eye is sharp indeed. But if you knew, why did you save me? Killing a crown prince who is the kingdom’s heir would be a great benefit to you barbarians, wouldn’t it?”

 

Ishanka looked down at Sam who was glaring at him and opened his mouth.

 

“Because I was worried Nana might feel guilty because of someone like you.”

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