Possessed a Healing Game, but It’s a Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 41

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Episode 41

 

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After Nana declared most of Sweet Little Village as farmland, the village’s blackened, dead earth transformed into brown, fertile soil.

 

But outside the village remained unchanged. The endlessly barren expanse of blackened dead land, devoid of any life, stretched on so desolately that looking at it brought nothing but despair.

 

“This is definitely the right place, so why can’t I see it?”

 

With a ‘splash’ as he stepped in a puddle, a man with a disheveled, scraggly mustache wandered back and forth, muttering to himself.

 

This area was definitely correct. Even though the land had become desolate, he had lived in this region for years. Even if his mind couldn’t remember, his body remembered the way.

 

But no matter how much he wandered around, there were only rocks everywhere, and he couldn’t see the entrance to the village.

 

“I’ve searched other areas too, but they were no different from here.”

 

A man with half his face hidden by a robe’s hood respectfully saluted the mustachioed man.

 

‘Did I really come to the wrong place?’

 

But wasn’t the signpost that had been in front of the village entrance right here? Though it was broken and scattered on the ground, he was certain. That was the village signpost he had made himself.

 

“If we stay here like this, we might become targets for the walking corpses.”

 

“I know that too.”

 

Brody let out a bitter sigh.

 

“The knight uncle is right, uncle. I tried sniffing around everywhere to find the Your High-ness you’re looking for, but maybe because of the rain, I couldn’t find anything.”

 

A girl with short hair and exotic features had somehow approached them.

 

“Still, I have to find him. His Highness is surely waiting for me.”

 

If his guess was correct, His Highness would still be holding out in the underground shelter.

 

Who was it that had prepared several years’ worth of emergency rations just in case?

 

“But if you keep getting soaked by this rain, it will affect my lord’s health too. You need to stay healthy first to find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Night will come soon. Before it gets darker, we should hurry…”

 

“Huh? Uncle Brody?”

 

At that familiar voice, Brody’s pupils shook greatly.

 

He whipped his head around and stared with disbelieving eyes.

 

“No, aren’t you Nana?”

 

Brody came running through the mud without caring about getting dirty. The hem of his pants quickly became covered in dirt, but that didn’t matter.

 

“You… you were alive! Oh my, if you were alive, you should have at least sent a telegram!”

 

“I thought I was the only survivor left in the village. And how was I supposed to know where you were to send a telegram?”

 

“Still… I really thought everyone was dead… hope, the village, everything had disappeared…”

 

Brody, who had been rambling incoherently, collapsed to the ground and shed tears. What flowed down from his face and dripped to the ground—whether it was rainwater or tears was impossible to tell.

 

“My lord!”

 

“Uncle!”

 

The two people around Brody supported him. Brody wiped away what might have been tears or rainwater with his hand and stood up.

 

“Still… still, it’s fortunate. That at least you survived. How have you been living… though I guess I don’t need to ask.”

 

After a long moment, Brody finally lifted his face and properly saw Nana’s condition.

 

More precisely, he saw Nana blushing while being held in Ishanka’s arms.

 

“Ah, this is… you can put me down now!”

 

“No. The ground is still muddy.”

 

“People don’t die from getting their feet a little dirty!”

 

“But I find that sight so unbearable that I’ll have to refuse.”

 

Watching Ishanka and Nana bicker with each other, Brody smiled warmly.

 

It was fortunate that she was doing well, truly. It was really fortunate that there were survivors in a village he thought had lost everything.

 

Though it was a bit much that they were being so lovey-dovey right in front of him.

 

A little… just a little.

 

“Anyway, uncle, instead of staying here like this, let’s go into the village.”

 

Nana, victorious in her small quarrel with Ishanka, immediately guided them toward the village after getting down from his arms.

 

“But… where is this village? It’s all blocked by rocks. Come to think of it, until just now I couldn’t even see you, Nana, let alone sense your presence. Where and how did you appear?”

 

‘Ah! I forgot about the entry settings?’

 

Since Nana’s Land was set to appear like a rocky cliff rather than farmland to those without permission, it was no wonder Brody was confused.

 

“We came around from the other side. You can come this way.”

 

As Nana took a step, a message window appeared before her eyes.

 

【Would you like to permit entry for three people?】

 

I can grant permission when we get to the other entrance into the village.

 

Nana naturally took the lead, followed by Ishanka, Brody, and his companions as they slowly walked. On the desolate path where drizzling rain fell. Among those walking in silence, it was Brody who first broke the quiet.

 

“Come to think of it, I was so flustered that I’m only asking now. Who might you be, sir?”

 

His gaze was directed at Ishanka.

 

Ishanka briefly furrowed his brow, then answered in a calm voice.

 

“You don’t need to call me ‘sir.’ I’m Isaac Smith.”

 

At that moment, the same thought occurred to everyone present.

 

‘It’s a fake name.’

 

‘But why choose such a name as an alias?’

 

The surname Smith and the name Isaac were extremely common names in the kingdom. No, actually, Isaac was quite an old-fashioned name.

 

To explain from a modern perspective, it was like saying ‘My name is Kim Deok-pal.’

 

It might be fine for an elderly person, but it was far too archaic a name for a young person to use, making it obviously fake to anyone who heard it.

 

Nevertheless, none of those present bothered to ask why he was using a false name.

 

Nana brushed it off thinking he didn’t want to reveal his real name, and the others also accepted it, thinking there must be some story behind it, that such things could happen in these troubled times.

 

In any case, the alias had served its purpose faithfully.

 

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“My goodness. How is this possible, my goodness.”

 

Brody stood in the middle of the living room, still unable to stop his amazement.

 

More precisely, it had been since he followed Nana’s guidance through the back entrance of the house and saw that the blackened dead land had transformed into brown, fertile soil.

 

Now he was holding a cup of warm tea in Nana’s living room, having removed his rain-soaked coat, but the shock still seemed far from subsiding.

 

“Really amazing, right? I also noticed something strange one morning and looked out the window to find the land had suddenly completely changed!”

 

‘Wow, truly amazing. My natural acting skills.’

 

Nana was smiling naturally, but her gaze was focused on the two people sitting beside her.

 

The man in the black robe and the lively girl next to him.

 

They were faces she had never seen before.

 

Since she was meeting them for the first time today, it was natural not to know them, but the unfamiliarity Nana felt wasn’t that kind.

 

‘They’re not characters I know, so what’s going on?’

 

At first, she suspected they might simply be new NPCs or romance targets added through an update.

 

But when new characters or stories were added to Masfarm, advertisements usually came beforehand, and there was no way Nana, who had been such a veteran that she frequented the Masfarm community right up until her possession, could have missed such announcements.

 

Moreover, this game had currently transformed into a zombie apocalypse due to system errors. Updates had probably stopped too.

 

So then who were these two?

 

Ghost data created by the error?

 

Or perhaps evidence that this world wasn’t just a game, but a truly existing other world?

 

When she had faced the muscle-bound bald administrator, she had said “whether it’s a game or not doesn’t matter,” but actually witnessing something that might really be the case felt strange.

 

“Ah, anyway, I’m really glad you’re alive. I have many things I want to ask, but first I want to ask this. By any chance…”

 

“Uncle, I have something I’m curious about!”

 

Nana and Brody’s words overlapped simultaneously.

 

Nana only realized later that she had interrupted Brody’s words because she had been absorbed in her own thoughts.

 

“Since the world changed like this, I thought there wouldn’t be any living people left. As you must have seen on your way here, except for the land becoming fertile, the village remains in the same ruined state as before. So if there are survivors, that would truly be called a miracle.”

 

Nana had already experienced one miracle named Sam Lindberg, but decided to set that fact aside for now.

 

Come to think of it, I should tell uncle that Sam is here, right?

 

“But uncle, you’re alive. So did the other villagers also safely escape like you did, uncle?”

 

Brody closed his eyes briefly at Nana’s question.

 

The emotion that flickered across his expression—was it regret, or perhaps sorrow?

 

“I don’t know that either. I escaped from the village alone. At that time… I was in such a state of panic that I had no capacity to look after or care for other people.”

 

For a moment, the air in the room settled into quiet stillness.

 

Among the people gathered here, was there anyone who hadn’t experienced disaster?

 

After a brief pause, Brody spoke again.

 

“Ah, look at me losing my mind. I haven’t even properly introduced these children yet. This friend here, well, I met him on my way to this village and we ended up traveling together…”

 

Just as Brody was speaking, seemingly trying to lighten the somber atmosphere, the creaking sound of the front door opening cut across the room.

 

“Hey, Nana. That alcohol brewing device prototype you mentioned last time is finally complete…”

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