The man gritted his teeth and spat out the words.
“Open Crimson Wolf!”
A small pillar of light rose in front of his eyes, and a red-haired wolf emerged from within.
He looked at the wolf with wonder. If the situation wasn’t so dire, he would have looked more, but he didn’t have the time. He turned his gaze to the incoming zombies and screamed at his wolf.
“Stop them!”
The wolf heard the order and knew to follow it with every fiber of its being. It leaped in the air like a bolt of lightning and went at the incoming zombies.
The wolf was fierce, but it was just one wolf, and there was only so much he could do against the army of zombies.
The wolf, raging like thunder bit at the zombies’ necks one zombie at a time. And while it was busy fighting them off, two zombies got past it and caught up with the man.
The nearest zombie grabbed his shoulder and lurched its head toward his flesh with its gnashing teeth. Instinctively, the man turned swiftly and jammed his fist to the zombie’s forehead.
Despite putting a lot of force into the strike and accurately striking between the eyes, the attack merely caused the zombie to stagger back, and its head did not explode like when he hit them with a wooden spear.
The moment the staggered zombie moved back, the second zombie curled its body and launched itself at the man like a wrecking ball.
However, the man already anticipated the movement and was ready for it.
He pulled his right foot back and shot it forward with all the strength he could muster, running it at the zombie’s face as if kicking a ball.
Puck!
The kick sent the zombie flipping in the air, but because of the momentum it already had, it fell past the man and hit the floor, hard.
The kick must have done the job because the zombie remained still where it landed.
The man looked over at the zombie, trying to make sure it was down for good. And when it didn’t move, a faint smile formed on his face.
“I’m getting good at this.”
The zombie he hit on the forehead earlier scrambled to its feet and charged at him again. He landed another blow to its head, and it once again stumbled back but didn’t fall.
‘What was the point of the fear effect with 75% probability if it won’t make their head burst from a blow like that?’
The man growled out loud, trying to instill fear in the zombies, but unfortunately for him, only the living feel fear. The Undeads were already dead. What more was there to fear?
“Oh, it’s Judge Lee!”
The man balled his fist and triggered a second strike.
Whether it was as a result of the full determination in his heart or as a result of the accumulated shocks from the first two strikes, he couldn’t tell. But when he landed the third blow, it destroyed the zombie’s philtrum.
When he saw this, he didn’t waste any time, and he quickly followed up with extra hits.
To end the combo hit, he tightened his fist harder than before, shot it toward the floor, and raised it with so much force it shattered the zombie’s jaw and smashed the entire head.
“… … .”
He was shocked to his bones at the thought of what just happened. How could he not? Those things may have been zombies, but they were also somehow, in a way, humans. And it’s one thing to kill giant rats and wolves. But this felt very different. It was like he killed another human, and with his bare hand. If it didn’t bother him, then he wouldn’t be a human himself.
He didn’t know it, but the level of development expected for this quest was level three or four. But because of the hidden missions he completed in the previous stage, he was not at level eight. And this for him was an advantage.
It wasn’t just the level, though. The man originally had two combo cards that could be combined for tremendous luck.
It was also the Berserker that granted 100% additional attack power.
The man calmed his mind with one deep breath. He looked at his fists, covered in zombie blood and black ooze from their rotten inside organs.
“Hah!”
Reminiscent of Taekwondo, which he learned from when he was a child, he gave strength to his belly and rejuvenated himself. He ran toward the zombies blocked by the wolf.
“Wow!”
As he ran, leaped into the air with a flying kick toward a zombie’s head. The zombie saw the kick coming and tried to grab hold of his leg, but the force in the kick shattered the zombie’s arm bones, and the kick hit the zombie’s head, sending it cleanly off its body.
The man walked to the decapitated head and stomped on it.
Spatter!
Just as he turned, another zombie came up from behind him and bit his shoulder.
“Ahhhhhh! This damn bastard!”
He tried to grab this zombie’s head, but he couldn’t, so he rammed his own body into the wall, crushing the zombie’s bones between his own body and the wall. He managed to grab its hand, but the zombie’s hand was too frail for him, and it came off from its body.
Crunchy!
When the man became free, he grabbed the zombie by the neck, shoved it into the wall and punched it repeatedly on the head.
Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!
The sound of his fist against the zombie’s head was like pounding a hammer on a rock. Eventually, the zombie’s head crushed in.
“Ugh… Ugh… …”
The man ripped his cloth from where the zombie bit his shoulder.
Like in the movies, he thought that he might become a zombie, but the moment he turned his head and looked at the wound, he realized there was something about it.
Something like white smoke was coming out of the wound.
It was dark, so at first, he thought he thought what he was seeing must be wrong. But the more he looked at it, the more he realized what was happening.
It was the Blood Seven (R) card doing its work.
“… … .”
The man smiled as he wiped the rotten body fluid of the zombie from his face.
The wolf, still busy with the zombies, approached the remaining three zombies fighting against it.
One of the zombies who saw the man coming and tried to grab him with its only hand. The man moved to the other side of the zombie, where it didn’t have any arm and hit its face. The zombie didn’t fall, so he grabbed him by the neck and slammed it into the wall.
Quazzik!
There was a squishing noise in his face, but the man didn’t stop. He slammed it a few more times until the zombie fell apart, and pieces of its organs, including its brain, fell out of its body.
With now two zombies left, the wolf bit the neck of one of the remaining zombies, and he flung its body into the air like a wolf that had bitten the buttocks of a sabretooth and rotated it fiercely.
The zombie’s neck separated from its body, and the body thumped on the floor like a sack of rotten meat.
Now with one zombie left, a zombie who already lost one leg to the wolf’s bite and could no longer stand on its feet.
The man walked to the zombie and stomped on its head, its brain material splattering on the floor.
The man waited looked around to confirm that that was the last of the zombies. When he was certain, he collapsed, leaning against the wall to keep himself standing.
He was shuddered by the stiffness and pain in his shoulders, his hands, and his feet. But what was important anyway was that he won against a large number of enemies.
“Heo-eok, heh-eok… …”
Now free of battle, the wolf snooped around the man, rubbing itself on him as it continuously wagged its tail.
The man stroked the head of the wolf gently. Then he got up from his seat and took the wooden spears and torches that were on the floor.
He walked to the original intersection, and there he found a lit torch on the wall. He reignited his torch and returned to the place where he just faced the zombies.
He looked at the open wall but didn’t see anything else.
The man stepped back, watching for traps that might be under his feet.
After exiting the long passage, a new intersection appeared.
He opened his cell phone and drew the place into the map he was creating. He marked the road with a block of charcoal before moving ahead.
He passed a second intersection, then a third, then a fourth.
When he got to a fifth intersection, he met a new enemy.
“Well… …”
There were three zombies there.
He didn’t have to worry about his torch because he was at an intersection, and there were lit torches hanging on the wall.
He put the torch on the floor and grabbed the wooden spear.
At this point, he would rather fight with his bare hands, but he also knew the advantage of keeping a distance between himself and the enemies, which was one of the perks of fighting with the wooden spear.
“Woof!”
The wolf rose its head with speed and readiness to carry out its master’s commands.
“Attack!”
The red wolf dashed forward like a canon.
It ran at zombies and met them with its sharp and deadly teeth.
The zombies were struck by surprise. They attacked back, mindlessly swinging their arms back and forth.
While they got busy with the wolf, the man snuck behind them and attacked.
Boowook!
He pierced one of the zombies on the back, and the spear came out on the other side. He pulled out the spear and expected the zombie to collapse and die, but that didn’t happen.
“Sheesh!”
He spun the spear in his hands and lunged it at the zombie’s head, but he missed and struck its shoulder instead. He was starting to observe the limitation of fighting with the wooden spear made from roughly cut branches.
He pulled out the spear again and prepared to strike again.
“… …”
As the distance between them shrunk, the zombie exposed its teeth toward the man.
The man spun the spear a few times to gather momentum, and when it had gained enough, he smashed it like an uppercut at its jaw from under.
Perfuck!