We traveled by truck.
In the cargo bed, besides Baek Seung-hyun and , there were three other hunters: Bang Jae-hyuk from the 15th graduating class, who had injured his knee; Ha Tae-hoon from the 11th class, who refused to be called “senior”; and Cheon Young-jae from the 18th class, who had joined us midway.
They didn’t speak, nor did they seem inclined to.
Since I also had nothing particular to say, I simply observed the cityscape as it slowly passed by.
The streets were a stark blend of pre-war splendor and post-war decay, where corpse-like people gathered in groups of two or three, casting soulless stares at the passing truck.
Their malnutrition was apparent.
Here and there, I could spot individuals so emaciated that they seed nothing more than skin and bones.
“There are a lot of people here,” I remarked, breaking the silence.
Baek Seung-hyun, who was inspecting his firearm beside , glanced briefly at the crowd before turning his attention back to his weapon.
“They’re barely keeping themselves alive,” he said.
Bang Jae-hyuk, who had been silent until now, let out a scoff and spoke.
“Since the bigwigs all fled to Jeju Island, Seoul has turned into nothing more than a human farm.”
He was checking a large-caliber rifle similar to Baek Seung-hyun’s.
On the stock, tally marks indicated the number of mutations he’d killed—easily over a hundred, by my estimation.
It was impressive.
Even with his damaged knee, supported by a steel brace, he had managed such an extensive kill record.
He must have been an exceptional marksman, though his deanor seed as twisted as his injured leg.
“So fish farms grind up dead fish into feed for the others. This place is probably the sa,” he said, voicing a grotesque analogy without hesitation.
“Surely they’re not feeding people human at,” Ha Tae-hoon finally spoke up.
His weapon of choice was unusual—a Blader, a close-combat armant that launched multiple small blades.
Designed with safety chanisms to prevent accidental detonation from monster abilities, it could scatter sharp, dagger-sized blades like shotgun pellets, making it effective against dium-sized monsters. However, its poor penetration had rendered it an unpopular choice, leaving surplus stock.
According to those who had used it, it worked decently against zombies.
“No matter how morally bankrupt the tis are, the governnt wouldn’t go that far,” Ha Tae-hoon added, checking the blades with practiced precision.
“There’s a factory,” Bang Jae-hyuk muttered, not even looking at him.
“You read that on Failnet, didn’t you? Ninety percent of the stuff there is rumors and lies. Don’t take it seriously,” Ha Tae-hoon retorted, setting the Blader aside and twirling a dagger in his hand.
“Even the thing we’re hunting now—how many lies were spread about it?”
Listening to their exchange, I turned to Baek Seung-hyun.
“What’s this thing we’re dealing with? Are there any special precautions we need to take?”
A shadow crossed Baek Seung-hyun’s face.
“It’s the thing that chewed through three hunter teams.”
The creature’s na, like many mutations, was derived from its color: Red.
That was the na of the monster I was tasked with killing.
Though it was hard to believe, this monster was reported to possess sensory abilities similar to those of certain Awakened individuals. Through these abilities, it could detect the location and movents of its opponents without relying on sight.
“At least there’s no report of it generating shockwaves, so it’s likely below Level 5,” Baek Seung-hyun said.
“I see. But are we headed the right way?” I asked.
What Baek Seung-hyun hadn’t ntioned was Red’s territory.
The area it inhabited was a zombie zone.
As we entered the zone, the chorus of zombie moans greeted us.
“So, this area has beco a zombie zone too?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer.
It seed this place, once a human settlent, had fallen.
“Civil war, winter—too many people died. Those people turned into zombies,” Baek Seung-hyun explained.
A short while later, the truck ca to a halt.
“I’ll wait here. You folks go on ahead,” the driver said.
The combat team consisted of , Baek Seung-hyun, and Cheon Young-jae, who hadn’t said a word until now.
Bang Jae-hyuk and Ha Tae-hoon stayed behind to guard the truck and support our retreat if needed.
As if sensing our arrival, the pitch of the zombie moans shifted.
They were likely waking up their dormant brethren.
“This is ssier than I imagined,” I said, half-joking, casting a sharp glance at Baek Seung-hyun.
He avoided my gaze, muttering, “Sorry. I should’ve told you earlier.”
If he’d given so flimsy excuse, I would’ve berated him, but his candid admission left with nothing to say.
Now that I was here, going back empty-handed wasn’t an option.
“That building, right?” I asked, pointing at Red’s supposed lair, which I had seen in the photos—a half-collapsed dod stadium.
I didn’t care much for baseball, but I recognized it as a professional team’s ho ground. The mascot statue at the entrance, decapitated and peeling, confird it.
The collapsed do had exposed steel beams that jutted out like the bones of a human skull, their rusted, blood-red appearance lending the place an eerie, macabre atmosphere.
“There are two objectives: kill the creature and secure its corpse, then retreat safely,” Baek Seung-hyun said, glancing back.
Around the truck, the other hunters were setting up barricades.
“But no one’s ever made it past the first step,” he added grimly.
Though the stadium dominated the landscape, the battlefield offered little advantage to us.
The surrounding ruins provided ample cover for hiding, and the vertical structures favored by primates clustered densely around the stadium.
If Red decided to flee, chasing it would be nearly impossible.
Surveying the area, I turned to Baek Seung-hyun.
“Isn’t it three objectives?” I asked.
While Baek Seung-hyun had simplified it to two, the mission was technically threefold: kill the mutation, secure its corpse, and escape safely.
Each added condition exponentially increased the difficulty.
Securing the corpse was what made this mission nearly impossible.
Baek Seung-hyun nodded, his expression dark.
“...Yeah.”
He hesitated, likely tempted to lie, but reason prevailed, knowing deceit wouldn’t work on .
“I see.”
Red’s greatest weapon wasn’t its physical strength but its value.
Its territory—a zombie-infested zone—served as an unpredictable variable, transforming it into an impenetrable fortress that even seasoned hunters struggled to breach.
In other words, even if we killed Red, failing to retrieve its corpse would render the mission a failure.
To secure its body, the hunters would have to engage in mid-range combat, up close and personal with a creature as cunning, fast, and agile as it was deadly.
“Its preferred attack pattern is grabbing a person by the leg, leaping high, and slamming them into the ground,” Baek Seung-hyun said.
“Is that so?”
“I know soone who ended up like that. They were dragged by the ankle and thrown headfirst from ten stories up.”
“Lovely.”
At that mont, Cheon Young-jae, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
“That chimpanzee—it’s rumored to rape won.”
The 18th class.
Like the 17th, they were called the cursed classes, a generation born under ill fortune.
Perhaps similar to Defender’s era.
Before they even earned the title of hunter, their lives were already shattered.
A scar carved across Cheon Young-jae’s cheek spoke of his past hardships.
“Do we really need to retrieve the body of such a creature?” he asked, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
His deanor suggested he was soone even a senior like Baek Seung-hyun couldn’t fully control.
“Calm down, Young-jae. You know how Woo So-jang is,” Baek Seung-hyun said, clearly trying to appease him.
Cheon Young-jae’s razor-sharp eyes turned toward .
“I heard you were Kim Daram’s direct superior.”
I nodded.
“...The way she described her senior is different. She said you were a ruthless bastard who’d abandon dying comrades without hesitation.”
“Why didn’t you pick a fight earlier?”
I spoke curtly, unwilling to waste more ti in this zombie-infested town.
Cheon Young-jae grinned slyly.
“I’m not picking a fight—I actually like your style.”
He turned his disdainful gaze toward the alumni setting up barricades behind us.
“It’s because of those riffraff that we’re getting pushed around by Awakened monsters.”
“You sure talk a lot for soone who’s supposed to be focused,” I retorted.
“Think of it as a warm-up, to relax my nerves,” Cheon replied with a mischievous smile.
His unpredictable personality, paired with that strange value system of his, reminded of Defender.
Cheon looked at Baek Seung-hyun.
“You said that thing has sensory abilities, right?”
Baek Seung-hyun nodded.
“Then I’ll act as bait,” Cheon volunteered.
He dropped his firearms—a rifle and a handgun—and grabbed only a machete known as a jungle knife.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my concern showing.
No matter how capable he might be, venturing into a zombie zone without even a pistol seed reckless.
In response, Cheon raised three fingers.
“Don’t you know the ‘Three Shots Rule’?”
“The what?”
“The rule that says if you fire three shots, zombies will swarm. First shot wakes them up, second makes them alert, and by the third, they know there’s food nearby.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed.
“It’s true. First, the noise rouses them. By the second, they’re suspicious. By the third, they zero in on the sound.”
“When did this beco a rule?” I asked incredulously.
“Recently,” Cheon said with a grin, locking eyes with Baek Seung-hyun.
Judging by Baek’s serious expression, it seed this “Three Shots Rule” was accepted wisdom in this area.
Not wanting to argue, I stayed silent as Cheon walked ahead.
“When I give the signal, attack,” he said, directing his words to Baek.
As he passed , Cheon glanced my way, his sly smile lingering.
That enigmatic expression—it was hard to tell if it was a challenge or an expression of confidence.
What mattered was that this cursed 18th-class hunter had volunteered for the most dangerous role.
The weapon Baek Seung-hyun carried was a 21st-pattern large-caliber hunter rifle.
The na sounded sophisticated, but in reality, it was a bolt-action rifle modified to fire 12.7mm .50 caliber machine gun rounds.
A crude adaptation of an old design.
Although originally developed for hunting monsters, it was later overshadowed by more efficient weaponry, relegating it to mutation hunting. Yet, for that purpose, it was exceptionally effective, capable of delivering fatal blows to mutations impervious to 5.56mm rounds.
Even with such a powerful weapon, the challenge wasn’t killing the chimpanzee mutation—it was retrieving its corpse.
Cheon Young-jae’s decision to take the bait role left in an unexpected position: idle.
Originally, I was supposed to act as bait while Baek Seung-hyun took the shot.
While it was a relief not to be in imdiate danger, a strange unease gnawed at .
“Should I really not go?” I muttered.
Perhaps it was inevitable.
As a team leader, I had always taken on the riskiest roles.
Whenever soone else took on the dangerous tasks, an inexplicable anxiety would creep over —especially since I’d seen teammates die in my place before.
Even after retiring, the sa unease returned.
Maybe it was an occupational hazard, this compulsion to believe that no one else could handle it but .
“Don’t worry. That bastard can die for all I care—he’s insufferable,” Baek Seung-hyun said, only after Cheon had walked far ahead.
“His skills are top-notch, but his attitude… If even Kim Daram didn’t take him on, you know he’s got serious personality issues.”
“Are you saying he’s S-class?”
“Absolutely.”
An S-class designation wasn’t determined in Korea. To earn it, one needed to prove exceptional skill in battle and pass a rigorous test administered by the International Hunter Standards Organization in the United States.
China reportedly had a similar designation called Special Class.
I had encountered a Special Class hunter before. Their prowess had been undeniable.
Watching Cheon Young-jae through my binoculars, I couldn’t help but wonder how his abilities compared to the old standard of S-class.
The range of a mutation’s sensory ability varies by individual, but there’s an average range.
Typically, it’s around 50 ters, though with focus, it can extend up to 150 ters.
As soone without sensory abilities—or even mutation affinity—I couldn’t truly grasp what it felt like. Sensory ability users described it as seeing living creatures within their range as stains on their consciousness.
In other words, if you were within a sensory ability’s range, you couldn’t escape detection.
Baek Seung-hyun had based his plan on the assumption that Red’s sensory range was 150 ters.
While this made Cheon Young-jae’s role the most dangerous, it was also optimal for luring out and killing the mutation.
But then, trouble appeared: zombies.
A dozen or so of them began to push aside a wrecked car, rushing toward Cheon Young-jae.
I watched his reaction carefully.
Unfazed, he jogged backward, matching their speed, his movents deliberate.
As if performing a clumsy but effective dance, he dispatched the first zombie with a clean machete strike to the head, then gained montum, cutting down the next in the sa manner.
Effortlessly, he wiped out the zombie horde.
“Ever seen soone kill zombies like they’re doing manual labor?” Baek Seung-hyun asked in awe.
“No,” I admitted.
I’d never seen soone handle them so nonchalantly, as if it were just another task.
It was efficient, though.
“If Jang Ki-young saw this, he’d lose it,” Baek added.
He was right.
My ntor wouldn’t have stood for such a lack of flair. While I’ll never know exactly what he envisioned a hunter to be, one thing was clear—he valued style.
When Cheon Young-jae finished off the last zombie, he waved his hand dramatically.
The prey had appeared.
But to us, there was nothing in sight—not in or around the dod stadium.
Suddenly, Cheon sprinted toward us at full speed.
Then, from the collapsed roof of the stadium, a crimson figure leaped into view.
A massive primate.
A chimpanzee mutation, towering at nearly 2 ters, stood atop the debris, glaring down at us.
And then I saw it.
“...Shit,” Baek Seung-hyun muttered under his breath.
There was a reason for his curse.
That Red bastard—
It was armored.
Plates of armor covered its entire hulking body, its massive fra fully encased in protective gear.
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