A white plastic card found inside the octopus mutant’s corpse.
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A new notification appeared.
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Ding-dong!
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<You have acquired a special item from the Pathological Safety Needs section!>
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<Obtained Research Lab Access Card – Type A!>
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“What the hell is this now?”
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A beam of light shot up from the front of the card.
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Flash—!
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A hologram began projecting.
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A lab filled with experimental equipment, static crackling through the image.
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Then a figure appeared.
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A person wearing a crow-beak mask, face completely hidden.
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Long hair reaching the waist and faint body curves suggested a woman.
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Her arms protruding from a black robe were wrapped tightly in white bandages, and countless glass flasks filled with colored liquids hung from her belt.
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She looked exactly like a medieval plague doctor.
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Then the voice came from the crow mask.
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[Greetings… I am… the administrator of the Pathological Safety Needs section…]
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A sticky, slow drawl.
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[If you are watching this recording… it means you have obtained a security card key…
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Cough-cough-cough!]
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The crow mask coughed violently.
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Thick black liquid dripped from beneath the mask.
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[Excuse me… I am currently conducting clinical trials on a new virus… Please understand.
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By the time you see this, you are already infected with the same virus as me.
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Cough-cough-cough!]
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“?”
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What is she talking about?
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Infected with a new virus? When?
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As if answering my question, the crow mask continued.
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[The new virus… also known as “D-Virus”… has been dispersed throughout the entire Pathological Safety Needs section. It spreads through the air. Incubation period: 5 hours. Symptoms upon onset: vomiting, chills, diarrhea, fever, coughing…
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And death within 2 hours. So… you want to live, don’t you? Then come to my research lab and receive the vaccine.]
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She spoke of horrifying things as calmly as ordering coffee.
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[The lab access cards are inside the barnacle mutants. You need all three types—A, B, and C—to enter the lab. That is the end of the explanation. I must finish this research quickly, or…]
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The hologram ended.
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I looked at the card again.
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The words were clearly engraved on its surface.
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[A-type]
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“So this is the A card.”
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To summarize what the crow-masked administrator said:
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1. We are already infected with a special virus.
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2. It is a 100% lethal, high-risk virus. The only cure is the vaccine.
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3. We must go to the research lab to get the vaccine.
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4. All three security card keys—A, B, C—are required to enter the lab.
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The keys drop from mutants. End of story.
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[As expected of Master! Such brilliant insight.]
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The point is: we have no time to relax.
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We must hunt the remaining mutants, collect the keys, and reach the lab to get the vaccine—before the virus activates.
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We’ve been in this section for about 2 hours, so we have roughly 3 hours until onset.
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But where the hell is the lab?
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At that moment.
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Flash—!
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A new hologram rose from the card key.
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“This is…”
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A minimap showing the surrounding area.
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Ding-dong!
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<The Pathological Safety Needs section map has been activated!>
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<Three types of markers exist on this map.>
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1. Black markers: Barnacle zombies
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2. Red markers: Card keys
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3. Blue marker: Research lab
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Black markers were the regular zombies—ignore them.
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What mattered were the red markers (card key locations) and the blue marker (lab).
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There were three red dots on the minimap.
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One was us.
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The other two were moving—east and west of the lab.
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“At least we won’t waste time searching for the mutants.”
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I looked toward the torn-open entrance of the hardware store.
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Patter— patter—
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The rain had weakened significantly.
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At this rate, it would stop in minutes.
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Now’s the best time to move toward the lab.
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Once the moisture in the air disappears, the barnacle zombies’ combat power will plummet again.
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“Let’s grab some decent weapons first.”
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Then Jeanne spoke.
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[Master.]
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“Yeah?”
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[Look at her.]
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The Pseudo-Dragon stood in front of a shelf.
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Then came the sound of chewing.
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CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH~!
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MUNCH-MUNCH-MUNCH~!
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…What is she eating now?
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[She is devouring metal.]
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“?”
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Nails, screws, pipes, hex wrenches, crowbars, hatchets, sickles, pickaxes, wire mesh, wire, wheelbarrows—everything metal in the store.
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She was eating every piece of iron she could get her hands on.
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CRUNCH~! CRACK! SNAP!
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No wonder it was quiet. She was having a feast.
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REGENERATE— REGENERATE— REGENERATE—
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Every time she swallowed a chunk of metal, torn flesh regrew, broken bones reconnected, and fallen fangs sprouted anew.
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Then the Feedback log opened wide.
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Flutter—
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<Undying Pseudo-Dragon>
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– Storage Number: MRG-682
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– Storage Grade: Requires Caution
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Also known as the “Metal-Eating Pseudo-Dragon.”
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The 72nd dragon recorded in the Apocalypse.
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Possesses powerful regeneration; consuming metal dramatically increases physical abilities.
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Intelligence near zero, extremely aggressive and violent. Handle with extreme care during isolation and storage.
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Metal-Eating Pseudo-Dragon… Definitely living up to the name.
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Having devoured every piece of metal on the shelves, the Pseudo-Dragon approached the massive steel door at the back—the one Jeanne and I couldn’t open no matter how hard we tried.
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CRUNCH! CRAAACK!
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She began chewing through the steel door like cotton candy.
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Large chunks tore off effortlessly.
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And then, what was hidden behind the door was revealed.
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“Whoa… what the hell.”
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My eyes widened.
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Every wall was lined with firearms.
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Pistols, rifles, machine guns, shotguns—even a mortar!
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It was a proper military armory, or perhaps an assassin’s vault.
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Besides guns, there were katanas, bows, crossbows—everything.
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But one thing in particular caught my eye.
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I reached for the big, beautiful weapon on the display stand.
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“This is it…!”
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Was there ever a more perfect weapon for mowing down zombies?
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A chainsaw.
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***
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VRRRRRR—! VRRRRRRRR~! DRDRDRDRDRDRDR!
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I yanked the starter cord hard, and the vicious teeth spun furiously.
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[GRRGRR! GRRGRRGRR—!]
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Barnacle zombies were sliced apart like cardboard.
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Gore and fluids splattered everywhere, but thanks to goggles and a full-face mask, not a drop touched me.
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“Ahh, chainsaw! The ultimate conversation starter.”
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All the stress I’d built up melted away.
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Who knew all that time following the executive officer around with a chainsaw in the army would come in handy here?
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It felt like the genre had shifted from survival horror to action gore.
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Whatever, I love it.
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Meanwhile.
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BAM—! BAM—! CRACK!
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The sound of bones shattering came from the side.
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Jeanne was swinging a double-barrel shotgun like a club, clearing zombies left and right.
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“Hey! That’s not how you use it!”
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[I…
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But swinging feels more comfortable…]
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“Fine. As long as you’re happy.”
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[Thank you, Master.]
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Better than handing her a gun she can’t shoot and getting team-killed.
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On the other side.
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RIP— RIP~ RIP—
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The Pseudo-Dragon roared like a berserker, tearing through the horde.
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Her claws sliced barnacle zombies without resistance.
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“I’ll hold up my end of the deal, Warehouse Keeper! Escort you properly, and you’ll knock off another 10 million years—HAAAHAHAHA!”
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“Yeah, yeah. When have I ever lied about that?”
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“True! Never! That’s why I like you! KHAHAHAHA! Humanity’s doom draws near! Tremble! Worship me! KHAHAHAHAHA!”
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The Pseudo-Dragon charged forward, laughing heartily.
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Then.
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BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ—
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The card key in my hand began vibrating violently.
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At the same time, the red markers on the minimap lit up.
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The red markers indicated the mutants’ locations—more precisely, the card keys.
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“Both are close. At this rate, we’ll meet them near the lab?”
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We might have to take down two mutants at once.
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Then.
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Patter— patter-patter—
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Rain began falling again.
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Moments later, a massive dome-shaped building appeared in the distance—the research lab.