"Hah…"
Zeroy tilted her head back, exhaling softly. Her golden hair swayed in the cool air-conditioning, emerald eyes reflecting the blood splattered across the ceiling.
Before her, the last severed head stopped rolling, scarlet spreading across the metal floor, its frozen gaze locked upward in mute accusation of the slaughter's cruelty.
With that, the base had no survivors left.
Nine minutes. She had finished the massacre with absolute efficiency.
Radar lock, blinding speed, instant decapitation—everything in her path, whether steel, concrete, bulletproof glass, or bioweapon, was shredded without exception.
No thought, no hesitation. Only efficiency.
To unleash a plague and kill billions—that wasn't ordinary evil. It demanded annihilation.
Even when they begged on their knees, weeping, praying for mercy, her blade never faltered. It stayed cold, without a millisecond's pause.
And yet, the killing left her untouched. No turmoil, no guilt—only faint relief.
They weren't people. They were beasts, nonhumans, enemies that even triggered her lifesteal effect. Not a single innocent among them.
Every strike cleansed filth from the world.
How could that not feel good?
But then, faint melancholy rose in her chest.
She was… still too weak.
She could slaughter what was before her, but not erase the entire company from existence. Its reach was global. Even if she swung at her fastest, she couldn't decapitate them all.
Because that was all she could do—cut heads.
She had mana, but no magic. Not even the simplest spells—no fire-starting, teleportation, or flight. Only the most basic use: imbuing her weapon or body to boost strength and defense.
With only her starter gear, she could only cut. Couldn't even fly. To cross rivers, she needed boats or aircraft.
She was nothing more than an enhanced super-soldier.
With that alone, wiping out the company was impossible.
'I wonder… after this mission, will I get another chance to come back?'
She wanted to. Once she learned useful magic, she'd return and finish the work. Every last one of them had to die. She couldn't let such evil go unanswered.
"..."
After a brief spell of gloom, she found the warehouse mentioned by the captives.
Inside, two crates of glowing blue serum.
Fifty vials per crate.
She had learned from the researchers: the serum did nothing for fully turned zombies. The virus only activated after death. A corpse exposed turned in seconds. The bitten became infected, but didn't transform until the virus killed them first.
Thus, the serum only worked if injected in advance—or after a bite but before death.
"One hundred vials…"
Zeroy frowned. Not few, but hardly many. Each could only be used whole by one person. Dilution meant failure.
This couldn't restore civilization.
"Forget it. I'll collect them."
Maybe more could be found later.
However, when she tried to gather them, another problem emerged. Her Main God system had no inventory or storage space. No item slots, no spatial tools. She couldn't use magic to carry them.
So she had to do it the old-fashioned way—carry them.
The crates were heavy, but to her, it was nothing. Even weighed down, she could still leap rooftops at full speed.
Even so, it was troublesome, hands occupied. All she could do was haul them back to base.
'...Am I just a super-soldier?'
Zeroy thought gloomily, lugging the crates.
Later, she found the virus source itself. A viscous green fluid sealed in transparent tubes, plentiful.
Taking one, her mission updated:
[Goal 4: Acquire one virus sample!]
[Reward: one special item draw.]
She was curious, though the ease of completion made her doubt its worth.
…
Back at base, Zeroy summoned the group and handed each of them two crystal-clear vials.
As they stared in confusion, she explained evenly, "These are virus serums. Inject them, and you'll be immune to zombie infection."
Her tone was flat, as though discussing common supplies.
"V-virus serum?!"
Saya Takagi gasped, staring at the vial in disbelief, then back at Zeroy, eyes flicking between the two.
"Two each. One for yourselves. The other—use it as you see fit in an emergency."
With that, Zeroy turned to leave. She hadn't yet decided what to do with the rest, so she planned to store them and return to the field.
"Wait!" Saya cried out, incredulous. "You… you're just giving us these?!"
And two, at that!
She couldn't fathom it. In this apocalypse, such treasures should be priceless. Yet Zeroy had handed them over so simply.
Though the crates still held many more; still…
"Serum is meant to be used. Besides, I don't care about such things."
"..."
Saya opened her mouth but said nothing, her face clouded with mixed emotions.
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