Apocalypse Tyrant

Thud—!

The sensation of a big catch coming through the iron pipe.

I thoroughly scanned the man descending the stairs with his back pressed firmly against my iron pipe once more from top to bottom.

Name, Bang Daehwa.

Nickname, Arsonist.

Mainly allocated Intelligence stat and just barely achieved 20.

Also has an exclusive stat and its name is ‘Firepower’.

Main exclusive skill is a strange name called ‘Ah Hot!’, and the chosen specialization is ‘Smell of Burning Meat’.

The camp he currently belongs to is—

“…Huh.”

I shook my head side to side, reminded of the bastard’s words that were ridiculous even thinking about again.

“Hee— heek—!”

Footsteps stopping briefly due to the empty laugh.

Thanks to that, Bang Daehwa detached from my iron pipe let out a disgusting gasp and hurriedly withdrew his foot that had stepped out first.

Bang Daehwa pressing his back against the iron pipe standing in midair again quite desperately.

His body trembling doldol— along the reconnected iron pipe is transmitted just like that.

“…This bastard seems to be getting better at living.”

Thud—!

Bang Daehwa staggering at the iron pipe lightly pushing.

However, he quickly straightens his waist and presses his back against the iron pipe again.

“I-I’m sorry—! I’m really sorry—!”

His swollen cheeks clearly visible even from behind him.

Perhaps because of that, the pronunciation of the bastard desperately making excuses to me was severely slurred.

“Then don’t make me ask twice and just keep guiding to your home.”
“Ye-yes—!”

Thud—!

Bang Daehwa started descending the stairs again following the lightly pushing iron pipe.

Bang Daehwa desperately trying not to break connection with the iron pipe while descending the stairs one by one.

The words saying I’ll know you’re preparing to counterattack if that connection with the iron pipe is broken and respond accordingly must be constantly tormenting him.

Fear deeply struck into the head once is never easily erased.

Rather, it grows by imagining even worse situations on its own.

Inside the bastard’s head now, he’s probably imagining various ways he’ll die every time the connection with the iron pipe I held out is broken.

Step—! Step—!

I quietly stared at the floor below the stairs we’re descending now while looking at Bang Daehwa trembling— and descending the stairs with difficulty.

The location of the camp Bang Daehwa belongs to is the 2nd floor area of the College of Humanities.

About 20 survivors and one professor were surviving quite brazenly inside the College of Humanities.

I couldn’t help but let out another empty laugh as soon as I recalled that fact.

I recall very naturally returning to the College of Humanities and directly going to the 4th floor by elevator, and only clearing the rooftop and 4th floor area.

Can it really be this dark under the lamp even so?

I really couldn’t have imagined even in my dreams that so many survivors would be stuck on the 2nd floor of the College of Humanities.

“He-here it is.”

Bang Daehwa stopping at the first visible lecture hall as soon as we came down to the 2nd floor.

[General Education Lecture Hall]

I slightly nodded my head after looking at the lecture hall nameplate illuminated by the precariously flickering embers.

It’s been long since I engraved rough information about the camp Bang Daehwa belongs to in my head.

The only actual combatant in the camp is just Bang Daehwa, and the bastard is already in my hands.

Squeak—!

I opened the lecture hall door wide and kicked Bang Daehwa’s back trembling violently hard.

Splash—!

“Puheuuup—!”

Bang Daehwa sliding on the lecture hall floor with a thud— while spraying breath bursting out urgently at the sudden impact.

“Wha-what—!”
“…Fuck what’s this all of a sud— Hyungnim?!”

The candles placed here and there on the long desks in the lecture hall flicker from the sudden wind.

I quietly looked down at the inside of the lecture hall illuminated by several candles swaying.

Male students opening their eyes wide seeing Bang Daehwa suddenly sliding on the floor.

A total of three male students had their eyes and mouths wide— open.

One bastard hurriedly pulling up his pants awkwardly and one bastard just lying face down on the floor with eyes wide open.

One fucking bastard still dirtily moving his waist even at this moment.

And female students lying with legs spread like dead frogs below them.

“Hue— huet—!”

I continued looking down at the female student who had been pinned under the male student hurriedly fixing his pants while glaring at me.

Her appearance intermittently trembling her body while letting out excessive moans even though the sexual sensation poking her pussy had disappeared.

Not just her in particular, but all the dead frogs placed on the floor below the podium were trembling their bodies with blank expressions.

Besides them urgently wary of the intruder from below the podium like that—

“……”

Female students still seated in the lecture hall chairs as if they had come to class.

“Heuit— heeeh— hehehe—”

My brows naturally furrow at the strange sounds bursting from them and shoulders bouncing.

“You, you fuuuuck—!”

A man running to the right corner after hurriedly fixing his pants.

The bastard grabbed something with both hands then hurriedly stretched it out towards me and shouted.

“You fucking bastard—! Who are you?! Who the fuck are you, you son of a bitch—!”

The bastard’s weapon illuminated by faint light was severely familiar to my eyes.

Char rar rar rar rar—!

A very familiar roar naturally replaying in my mind as soon as I saw that weapon.

The idiotic bed-wetting ajussi from the first day impossible to forget even if I tried.

The bastard was holding out a stun gun to me while dirtily spraying spit in all directions.

“Hey, not answering?! You mute bastard—”
“Yaaaaaaah—!”

A desperate shout shutting the mouth of that static electricity man.

Bang Daehwa who had barely gotten up from the floor by now let out a rough shout towards the bastard.

“Be quiet—! Shut the fuck up you son of a bitch—!”

The male student frozen while holding the stun gun at Bang Daehwa’s very intense cursing.

The 2 male students quickly gathering around that male student also froze in place.

Haak—! Haak—!

Bang Daehwa’s shoulders rapidly moving up and down from the aftermath of the rough cursing gradually subside.

Then he hurriedly ran to me and turned his back again.

Thud—!

I let out a faint laugh while looking at Bang Daehwa connected to the iron pipe again.

Splash—!

A kick striking the back of his knees without warning.

I placed my foot on the head of Bang Daehwa fallen on the floor while tumbling—.

Then Bang Daehwa quietly enduring that humiliation even at the foot grinding jaljaljal—.

“……”

Only then do the expressions of the half-naked male students change strangely.

The stun gun held out to me with all their might looks at the ground again like losing an erection.

The three idiots trembling— their eyes as if seeing something unbelievable.

“……”

I quietly looked around at most of the women still seated nonchalantly even at such a moment.

Their blurry moans constantly echoing on the ceiling were grotesque rather than erotic.

Squeak—!

A quiet sound breaking the atmosphere like something out of a horror movie.

The lecture preparation room door opens and heels ring on the floor.

Step— step—

Footsteps giving a strangely neat feeling just from hearing.

I stared at the man approaching me while gently turning and stepping on Bang Daehwa’s head rhythmically.

“I said I’d come in later than usual, but you brought a guest, Daehwa.”

A pleasant baritone voice.

Tall stature and business casual look with black stains here and there.

The professor of the general education course ‘History and Mystery’ that couldn’t be heard to the end due to the sudden zombie appearance.

“…Sung Jonghyun.”

The famous Banseok University professor that bitches called ‘Sung Jjang-jjal’ or whatever while going crazy stopped in front of me.

“Wow—! Such a welcome face up close.”

Sung Jonghyun’s bright smile while alternately looking at me and Bang Daehwa pinned under me.

He pointed at me with his finger and raised his baritone tone.

“Shinsegye? No—! You’re Han Segye student, right? Your name is so unique I still can’t forget it.”

A hand freely held out along with a deep smile full of likability.

“Keuut—!”

I quietly looked down at that hand and increased the pressure of my foot stepping on Bang Daehwa.

“…Ah— Was I a bit too fast?”

A hand withdrawn again while playfully narrowing his eyes even at the blatant disregard.

“But I can’t help being glad to see a student who attended my class still alive and well.”

Plus—

“Han Segye student is our life savior in a way.”

Sung Jonghyun looking at the male students frozen in front of the podium as if seeking agreement.

I saw the three idiots who had been frozen nod their heads creakingly at his gaze.

“Seeing Han Segye student escape the lecture hall so quickly made me snap to my senses. From then on, well—”

Almost dying while trying to stop students biting and tearing apart fellow students, almost dying while trying to lead remaining students out of the lecture hall—

“Then I barely got something like a weapon but outside was zombie hell— inevitably fleeing back to the College of Humanities and going up to the 2nd floor— above all.”

Tok—! Tok—!

Sung Jonghyun gently tapped his temple and smiled at me.

“I was also startled by a notification sound suddenly ringing as if from inside my brain, just like Han Segye student.”
“Keuaaah—!”

I stomped on Bang Daehwa’s head harder at the bastard’s still slick smile.

“Daehwa, this is how you end up listening to professor’s lectures when you should be gathering points.”

A whisper murmured while looking at the professor with my head tilted.

I smiled brightly as if imitating him while watching the professor’s eyebrow twitch slightly.

“I came to find the thief bastards who stole my food but this is—”

The corner of the lecture hall podium coming into my view as I gently rolled my eyes.

Snack bags scattered on the floor here and there and my food now remaining in very small amounts.

“Beyond thieves, shameless pig bastards are grunting.”

Thud—! Thud—!

My iron pipe tapping my thigh rhythmically.

The professor who had been quietly looking down at that iron pipe smiled brightly— at me sneering at him.

“Aha— I wondered why Han Segye student’s nerves were so on edge, but if it’s that I fully understand.”

Ah~ So that’s why~

The professor alternately looking at Bang Daehwa pinned to the floor and me while continuously letting out exclamations in an unpleasant baritone.

He shrugged his shoulders while smiling at me once more.

“What should I do, I feel so sorry? But I hope you can think a bit about how we had no choice too. It’s not like the food had name tags attached, right? Hmm— But even I think this is an issue where appropriate compensation is needed for our Han Segye student.”

He pointed at the desk with his hand spread while gently stroking his chin.

“How about sitting down first instead of this? Maybe because I’m a professor, but seeing students fight makes my heart ache a bit.”

The bastard sat in a chair first while gesturing towards the opposite chair after winking his eyebrow disgustingly again.

Thud—! Thud—!

I ignored his words and just thoroughly scanned the entire lecture hall again.

“Ah— The air in the classroom is nice, right? It’s fortunate my research office was on the 2nd floor of the College of Humanities— I’m a bit embarrassed to say, but I had a hobby of collecting scented candles. There’s no more useful hobby than this now.”

The professor pointing at the scented candles regularly arranged in the lecture hall with his hand gently spread.

The bastard continued speaking while still smiling gently at the student not listening to a single word he said.

“Or— Are you looking at that?”

A very subtle question along with a pointing finger catching naked women.

“Huet—! Hueet—!”

A woman with legs spread like a frog in front of the podium suddenly raised her waist.

Jjoreureureu—

And a small stream leaking from her pussy.

“Huaah— haeuung—!”

A blankly opened mouth and pupils already looking like they’ve lost their senses long ago while trembling her legs parureu—.

She collapsed right into that puddle after raising her waist tightly and pouring out love juices like that, then trembled her body again.

“That’s my ability. An ability different from yours and Daehwa’s ability.”

My own ability.

The bastard’s baritone is heard so creepily gently.

“I’ll have a chance to tell you the nickname later— My exclusive stat’s name is ‘Subjugation’. At first I started with female students relying on me as an adult, and gradually increased that number. So I used female students who came to have such pleasant dreams as bait to draw in male students with very vigorous energy. Ah, not drew in but should I say a win-win relationship?”

I turned my gaze from the woman trembling dal dal— like a dead frog again to the professor.

“How is it? Hearing this, do you feel dirty and disgusted?”
“……”

Thud—! Thud—!

I just quietly tapped the iron pipe on my thigh while letting out a faint laugh.

“Well— Hearing that, it seems I’m not in a position to talk about others.”
“I know.”

The bastard’s deeper smile responding to my laughter like that.

“That’s why I’m saying this. I’m telling you because it’s you, Han Segye.”

He opened his mouth again while scanning the women’s backs sitting in chairs in front of the podium and in the lecture hall.

“Look at that. When they accept my ability, they all become comfortable like that. They don’t cry saying they miss mom, don’t whine saying they’re hungry, don’t tug on my arm asking when the military is coming.”

They’re just living.

Very quietly— becoming very good children who just listen to us.

“Is there a more perfect ability for managing people than this? To do a bit more self-PR, it means being free from food issues too. Those women desperately seek only my medicine.”

The bastard smiled deeply while looking up at me.

“We found the food on the rooftop, and some more time passed before you came to reclaim the food, which means you, Han Segye, were somewhere other than the College of Humanities.”

Then—

“That means there could be survivors different from the good children here in that place?”

You might be with burdens whining for food every day, frowning their expressions unpleasantly soaked in sadness every day, and crying snot and tears?

“Look here. And— look at you.”

The bastard’s finger gently tok— pointing at me.

“Your ability to leave and enter the College of Humanities in this hell-like world. Your ability overwhelmingly crushing Daehwa like that.”

Think about your ability and my ability combined!

“You take charge of outside and I take charge of inside. Then we—”

Sung Jonghyun already standing up from his seat and in front of me.

“We can do anything we want.”

His gentle baritone ringing very clearly in my ears.

“Plus, you can kill me anytime. You use me to become the king or god of this world.”

I can make you that.

“……”

I couldn’t help but let out an empty laugh at that gentle temptation.

This scene now, this composition now, this voice now.

Really, really too familiar, so empty laughter continued to leak out.