I Became The Necromancer In The Post-Apocalyptic Zombie World

Chapter 14

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There were three new skills to choose from.

“One of these…”

It was a difficult decision. The skill names were Impregnable, Recycling, and Self-Repair.

“Are there no descriptions?”

I didn’t dare click on them, fearing it would automatically select the skill.  For this first skill selection, I could only rely on my imagination based on the names.

‘…First, Impregnable.’

The meaning was clear: “Difficult to attack, impossible to conquer.”  It likely had something to do with base defense.  But that was all I could gather.  I couldn’t even begin to imagine the specific effects.  However, one thing was certain.  I didn’t need a skill like that yet.

‘No one can get in here with all the zombies anyway.’

There were hundreds of zombies roaming around this place, maybe even thousands.  It was a rough estimate, but even the soldiers wouldn’t have enough ammo to deal with that many.  And if I ever ran out of zombies, I could always gather more.

‘Next is… Recycling?’

It was the English word for recycling.  Why an English name after all the Korean and Chinese characters?  It was quite a random naming sense.  Anyway, the second skill was Recycling.

‘…Recycling, huh.’

I wasn’t sure exactly how it would work.

“Let’s skip that for now.  Next is… Self-Repair.”

The ability to repair itself.  Since it was a base skill, it probably meant the ability to repair the base.  The question was…

“Can it repair electricity too?”

Or maybe restore the water supply?  That seemed too good to be true.  Electricity and water weren’t something the department store could generate on its own.

‘…But with these fantasy-like superpowers…’

Maybe it was possible.  A glimmer of hope flickered within me.

“……Hmm, which one should I choose?”

If I’d only been given one option, I would have taken it without complaint. But with choices, I had to be careful.  There was no guarantee I’d get another skill later.

I was torn between two skills: Recycling and Self-Repair.  I agonized over the two options for a while.

“…Okay, let’s go with this.”

After about twenty minutes of deliberation, I finally made my choice.  I chose [Recycling].  Self-Repair was tempting, but I was even more curious about Recycling.  I wondered if its effect would be what I was hoping for…

[Base skill selected. The selected skill is ‘Recycling’.]

As expected, the skill was selected when I tapped it, and the message changed.

[Base LV. 2

Base Location: S Department Store Basement 1st Floor

Base Skill: Recycling

– Replenishes consumables within the base on a daily cycle.

Current Skill Level: 1

Replenishment Amount: 1]

“Holy shit…!!”

The status window with my base information appeared, and my hands trembled as I read the newly added skill description. The new base skill, Recycling. I had a hunch when I saw the name, and I was happy to be proven right.

‘If this skill works as described, I won’t have to worry about food at all!’

It replenished consumables within the base.  That could include medicine, fuel, and other things.  If I had acquired this skill in a regular house, the effect wouldn’t have been that significant.  But my base was the grocery section of the largest department store in Seoul.  This meant all the food on this floor would be replenished.

[Activating Base Skill – Recycling.]

[Replenishment amount based on skill effect: 1.]

After confirming the skill activation, I immediately moved to the canned food aisle, where I’d recently been getting most of my food.

“……There it is.”

A can of tuna, which I’d taken a few days ago, had reappeared in its original spot.

“Even the bottled water, drinks… and snacks are back.”

Everything had been replenished by one, just as described.

‘If this were a normal house, it would just be the food I used from the refrigerator that would come back…’

I looked around. The gaps on the shelves, created by my previous scavenging trips, had been filled.  And…

“…Fuck, even the vegetables?!”

One surprising thing that made me curse aloud was that even the fresh food I hadn’t touched had been replenished by one.

“Even the top-grade Hanwoo beef, pork belly, and tuna sashimi…”

Suddenly, I wondered why I’d been given such a convenient ability.  It felt like fate, or even a higher power, was looking out for me, making my life easy.  And one thing came to mind.  The message I’d seen on the status window before.

[The player’s desires have been confirmed.  The system will be configured with reference to this data.]

It was just a guess, but I wondered if this incredibly convenient ability was based on my desires.

‘No, now’s not the time for that. The important thing is the current situation.’

I looked at the fresh food displayed before me and thought.  This was a miraculous skill.  And having applied this miracle to the department store, I was now a god.  In this zombie-infested world, I had become one of the few, if not the only, person who could enjoy gourmet food beyond those damn canned goods.

***

‘Mister is late…’

Yoo Ha-yeon swung her legs on the bed, waiting for Lee Seo-ho, who had left saying he had something to do.  She wanted to help him, but he’d refused.

“…I wish I could do something too.”

She didn’t like just lazing around, consuming the precious food he brought her.  Of course, as if in exchange, Lee Seo-ho embraced her whenever he wanted.

‘But I enjoy that too, so it doesn’t feel like I’m helping…’

Yoo Ha-yeon also enjoyed having sex with Lee Seo-ho.  In fact, she seemed to enjoy it even more than him, which made her feel like she was on the receiving end, rather than giving anything back.

“……Uuh, again.”

*Trickle.*

Thinking about Lee Seo-ho and their lovemaking, Yoo Ha-yeon felt the familiar wetness between her legs.  She’d been like this lately.  Whenever she thought about him, or whenever their bodies touched, she’d get uncontrollably aroused.  And her body, in response, would prepare itself, releasing its fluids.

“Just eating, cuddling, sleeping, eating, cuddling, sleeping…”

‘What’s the point of living like an animal?’

She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if she deserved to live so comfortably.  Just a few days ago, she was starving in her lonely studio apartment, waiting for death.  Now, a strong man was protecting her, providing her with food, and holding her warmly.

“…I really… I really have to do something.”

If she continued like this, she’d become less than human.  She definitely didn’t want that.  More than anything, she didn’t want Lee Seo-ho to see her as some kind of animal, only good for eating, sleeping, and sex.

‘…Alright!’

Yoo Ha-yeon got out of bed.  If Lee Seo-ho wouldn’t give her any work, she’d find some herself.

“First, let’s clean this place up.”

The first thing she decided to do was organize a section of the bedding section where they were staying.  It was tidy enough to live in, but the zombie outbreak had left it in disarray.  She’d turn this place into a home for her and Lee Seo-ho.  That was her ultimate goal.

“Hmm… this bed. It’s a bit in the way.”

While organizing small items, Yoo Ha-yeon noticed the bed.  Its placement was awkward.  It was originally displayed as merchandise, so it felt different from a bed in a proper bedroom.

‘…Can I move it by myself?’

The king-sized bed looked incredibly heavy.

‘Well, let’s try.’

Yoo Ha-yeon clenched her fists.  Lee Seo-ho went out every day to procure food, which seemed impossible.  She couldn’t be struggling with something as trivial as a heavy object.

She rolled up her sleeves and placed her hands on the bed.

“Ugh! …Huh?”

*Screech.*

“…It’s moving so easily.”

The bed moved much more easily than she’d anticipated.  It felt like it had wheels.  But she didn’t see any wheels on the legs.

‘Then that wardrobe too…’

Yoo Ha-yeon looked at a wardrobe in the distance. If she placed it around the bed, she could use it as a wall and create a room-like space.

“…….”

With a sense of disbelief, she tried pushing the wardrobe.

*Screech.*

As expected, the wardrobe slid effortlessly.  And Yoo Ha-yeon didn’t even break a sweat.

“W-Why am I like this…?”

Before the zombie apocalypse, she was an ordinary college student who couldn’t even open a tightly sealed bottle cap by herself.  And a normal girl couldn’t move a wardrobe like this on her own.  Even a man would struggle.  But Yoo Ha-yeon moved the wardrobe without even losing her breath.

‘How is this possible…?’

This superhuman strength flowing through her…  She was confused by this unknown power.  But thanks to it, she was able to easily transform a corner of the bedding section into a room-like space.

“Oh, wow. Did you remodel this place?”

Just then, Lee Seo-ho appeared, carrying a large amount of luggage.

“Mister!”

Seeing him, Yoo Ha-yeon was about to run towards him, but she hesitated.

“What’s wrong?”

Lee Seo-ho, who’d expected her to jump into his arms, looked at her anxious face with confusion.

‘…Did something happen?’

He momentarily wondered if she’d developed some rebellious spirit, but looking closely, that didn’t seem to be the case.  She seemed hesitant to approach him.

“Mister… I-I think…”

Yoo Ha-yeon, who’d been silent, looked at Lee Seo-ho with tears in her eyes.

“I think I might be infected…!”

***

Having finished my work and acquired a new skill, I returned to the third floor with a large amount of food for a celebratory feast.  But something was off about Yoo Ha-yeon.

‘…Right, Yoo Ha-yeon gained the Physical Enhancement trait.’

After hearing her explanation, I immediately recalled her Servant Menu.  The Servant trait she gained after my first time cumming inside her was Physical Enhancement.  I’d been curious about the effects of an S-class trait.

“Sniff, M-Mister, look! I must be infected!”

She lifted a refrigerator as if it were a teddy bear.

‘How much does a refrigerator weigh?’

Even without recalling the exact figure, it was clear that her strength was beyond normal.  A pretty college student tearfully lifting and shaking a refrigerator… it was an unimaginable sight.

“Don’t worry. You’re not infected.”

“B-But this is strange! I couldn’t have this kind of strength if I wasn’t a zombie!”

If she didn’t know about my abilities, that was the only possible explanation she could think of.

“If you come near me… you might get infected too.”

Yoo Ha-yeon tearfully pushed me away as I approached.  If she believed she was infected despite not being bitten, she must have thought I’d get infected too through contact.

‘Is it time to tell her about my abilities?’

I wasn’t planning on revealing that much information yet. I was going to tell her the truth after training her a bit more, making sure she couldn’t leave me.

‘Well, she’ll figure it out when she sees this food anyway.’

Looking at the high-quality beef and other delicious food in my bag, I made up my mind.  First, I had to calm Yoo Ha-yeon down, who was panicking and shaking a refrigerator.

“D-Don’t come any closer! Sniff, you’ll get infected too…!”

“Really? Then it can’t be helped.”

I nodded at the scaredy-cat who was terrified of something so trivial.  Yoo Ha-yeon’s teary eyes widened, surprised by my easy agreement.  I pulled something out of my bag as I looked at her.

“Then I guess I’ll have to eat this top-grade Hanwoo beef all by myself…”

I sat down on a nearby chair, feigning disappointment, and set up a portable gas stove.

“……Huh?”

*Thud.*

Yoo Ha-yeon’s eyes widened further, and she put down the refrigerator.  Now, instead of tears, drool was dripping from her mouth.

“Stop being silly and come here. We’re having a party today.”

I laid out the various vegetables, Hanwoo beef, and high-quality alcohol I’d brought for my No. 1 slave’s welcome party.

“We’re going to eat and drink our fill today, and then I’m going to fuck you until you collapse, so be prepared.”

At my words, spoken with a smile, Yoo Ha-yeon blushed and gulped.

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