I Reincarnated Into a Healing Game… and It’s a Zombie Apocalypse?! - Chapter 46

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Episode 46

 

“Aaahhh! Why is this so strong?! Sam, did you pour pure alcohol into this?!”

 

The sweet and refreshing aroma made everyone naturally assume it would be moderately sweet and smooth liquor, so drinking it all at once was a mistake.

 

The alcohol Sam had made was essentially disinfectant pretending to be sweet.

 

“Kheuhup. Cough cough! No. I just set the alcohol content to maximum when making it. They said the higher the alcohol content, the better the liquor.”

 

“Who would say something only drunkards would say…”

 

“Abamama said that.”

 

“But a true alcohol lover should feel even strong liquor like water. Right.”

 

Nana, who was once a Confucian girl of South Korea, couldn’t bring herself to disrespect someone else’s father, so she immediately deployed deflection.

 

“My nose! I think my nose is going numb! Someone definitely put strange poison in here! My lord! Please don’t drink any more!”

 

“How could there be poison when His Majesty made it himself!”

 

Brody gripped his cup tightly and poured more alcohol into his mouth to prove Sam’s innocence.

 

The strong liquor blazed down his esophagus without losing heat and lit a fire straight in his stomach.

 

“This isn’t poison, but the water of life that raises body temperature.”

 

With those final words, Brody collapsed onto the table.

 

While everyone here was suffering, there was one person who remained peaceful.

 

“Hmm, this is milder than what I usually drink.”

 

It was Ishanka, savoring the alcohol with a perfectly fine expression.

 

It was the moment when the minority ethnic Ishanka achieved a mysterious victory among the suffering Kingdom People.

 

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At first, everyone suffered after drinking it all at once without knowing better, but once they realized it was strong liquor, they sipped it carefully. However, since the alcohol was so strong, even drinking it in small controlled amounts quickly brought on liveliness—no, drunkenness.

 

“It was strong at first, but the more I drink, the more drinkable it becomes? Is it because I made this alcohol myself?”

 

“Do you know that’s the 5th time you’ve said that?”

 

Already drunk, Sam just grinned at Nana’s scolding and poured the remaining green grape wine into his glass, downing it all at once.

 

Oh dear. It’s obvious what state he’ll be in tomorrow.

 

“So this is why sister told me to drink alcohol later.”

 

Wina nodded as if understanding while looking at Sam. She probably didn’t want to become that kind of adult.

 

While it was good that Sam sacrificed himself to set an example, Nana wondered if this was really a good sight for a child’s education.

 

Nana scooped up some potato gratin and downed the remaining alcohol in her glass. Then she grimaced sharply.

 

‘Ugh, my stomach is stinging.’

 

Though she had only taken a few sips, it was strong liquor that set her stomach ablaze. The alcohol Sam made had such high alcohol content that just a few sips could get someone completely drunk.

 

The fact that Nana felt like the world was spinning was proof of that.

 

“I think it would be good to stop drinking now.”

 

No way. I can drink one more glass. I’m not drunk.

 

“You’re drunk.”

 

Huh? I said that in my head, so how did he know?

 

Nana tried to figure out if Ishanka was using mind reading, but her brain felt completely pickled in alcohol, making her head spin.

 

While she was blinking blankly, Sam, who had been grinning, suddenly snatched Nana’s glass.

 

“Hey, you! Give me back my alcohol!”

 

The sudden alcohol thief completely sobered her up.

 

Nana reached for the glass in Sam’s hand to reclaim her stolen alcohol, but Sam was faster at pouring the remaining liquor into his mouth.

 

What kind of crazy guy is this? Nana snatched Sam’s glass in revenge and downed the alcohol all at once.

 

Revenge. Take that, you bastard!

 

But the regret was Nana’s to bear.

 

“Aaahhh! This is even stronger than what I drank before! What the hell did you make?!”

 

“This is peaaaach.”

 

“You made this garbage with the peaches I lovingly raised?! Don’t you ever think about making alcohol again!”

 

Despite Nana’s harsh words, Sam just kept grinning foolishly. Ah, I should have just hit that guy.

 

While Nana was having belated regrets, Sam, whose brain was completely pickled in alcohol and swaying his head around like a zombie, suddenly shot up from his seat.

 

“My professor said! A true engineer drinks a whole bottle in one shot!”

 

Then he opened the cap and downed the alcohol all at once. It happened so quickly that no one had time to stop him.

 

Nana was beyond angry—she was dumbfounded.

 

Who could that professor who taught him be? What on earth did they teach him to make him spout such nonsense while being drunk?

 

“Our Majestyyy!”

 

Brody, who had been collapsed on the table, suddenly shot up.

 

“Our Majesty! To think that our Majesty, who was so small and tiny and cute, has already grown enough to empty a whole bottle of alcohol. I… I’m so moved that… *sob*.”

 

No sir, that doesn’t seem right.

 

“One bottle cleanly in one shot! Hey, Professor Federico! Are you watching! I drank a whole bottle! I’m truly an excellent engineer! I’m not that bookworm who couldn’t drink a single glass!”

 

“To think His Majesty has grown into such a magnificent engineer. *sob sob*.”

 

“My lord’s joy is my joy! I sincerely congratulate you on becoming a true engineer!”

 

“Engineering is technology that can save the world! And since I’m the greatest engineer, I’m a true engineer who can save the world!”

 

Engineer! Greatest engineer!

 

It was truly a crazy party with Brody and Lucas raising their hands in front of Sam, who was drinking another bottle in one shot, praising engineers.

 

Nana watched this scene with a pleased smile.

 

Hahaha. These crazy people. They’re having fun.

 

Nana decided to watch this comedy from afar. They say you shouldn’t get close to drunkards whose heads are completely filled with alcohol.

 

Sam emptied another bottle and swayed his head with a grin, then suddenly looked up with a resentful expression.

 

“But Brody. There’s something that bothers me.”

 

“Did I not pour you alcohol? I’m already drinking too.”

 

Brody rambled nonsensically and downed the alcohol in his glass all at once.

 

Oh my, that man is already drunk too.

 

“No no nooo. Brody, why didn’t you come back to me that day?”

 

“Whaaaat…? Hic!”

 

Sam grabbed Brody’s shoulders and shook him back and forth.

 

“You evacuated me to the basement and said you’d come back, so whyyy didn’t you come back? Do you know how long I waited for you? When you didn’t come back after a day or two, I worried that something might have happened to you. Sometimes I even had nightmares. Brody, you… you… didn’t you care about someone like me?”

 

With alcohol reaching his head and emotions starting to swing wildly, Sam, who had been laughing just moments ago, began dropping tears.

 

“That’s… I’m sorry, Your Majesty. But I couldn’t return to you.”

 

“Whyyy?”

 

“Because I killed my wife.”

 

“Who, Madam Paisley?! What do you mean…”

 

Brody’s face, which had been full of alcohol just moments before, turned deathly pale.

 

“I… didn’t know when to bring this up either. I sometimes thought it might be better for her if I kept it secret for life. But…”

 

Brody bit his lips tightly.

 

“Your Majesty should know. Yes. You should. Very well.”

 

He seemed to have made up his mind about something.

 

“That day. After evacuating Your Majesty to the basement, didn’t I go back out? I immediately returned to the general store along the passage as soon as I closed the door. I expected my wife would be hiding somewhere in the general store. Yes. As I expected, she was hiding behind the shelves. Dead.”

 

It was a story he could never have spoken aloud under normal circumstances.

 

But alcohol often gives people courage and draws up truths buried deep in their hearts.

 

Perhaps that was why.

 

The story that seemed like it would never come out was surprisingly easy to tell.

 

“But the truly shocking thing happened next. My wife started moving. She had definitely been dead just moments before.”

 

In the silence where not even breathing could be heard, Brody continued speaking calmly.

 

“My wife twisted her body and screamed, trying to get out from behind the narrow shelves. Even while vividly hearing her flesh tear as she got caught on the shelves and sounds that couldn’t come from a human mouth, I couldn’t believe this was really happening.”

 

“…”

 

“My wife had probably been attacked by the walking corpses and then hid there, afraid she might harm someone. That warm and kind person would have chosen to confine herself rather than hurt anyone.”

 

The memory of that day was still vivid.

 

The moment he pierced his wife’s heart with his sword, blood shot up like a fountain, cutting through the air, then soon became gray ash and scattered.

 

That scene will probably never be forgotten, even in death.

 

“So I had to… end my wife with my own hands. I couldn’t leave such a good person to remain as a monster.”

 

His voice, which had been calm, began to tremble. He covered his face with his hands as if trying to hide his grief and despair.

 

“After sending my wife away like that, I couldn’t bear to return to the basement alone. Instead, I went outside, hoping someone would end me. But… I’m still alive.”

 

The two hands that had been desperately covering his face dropped limply. There was no man grieving over the loss of his wife.

 

Only a middle-aged man sat there, exhausted to the core, his grief dried up completely.

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