-Stress Level: 30-The current value is 30. There's a 70-point buffer before a negative trait appears. However, killing a survivor requires a surprisingly high amount of stress points. The more you kill, the smaller the increase in the value, and eventually it disappears, but the problem is that this isn't that time.*'If I'm unlucky, I'll get a negative trait right away.'*If I'm lucky, I might just barely avoid it. In such a situation, the option of confronting the Monello family has suddenly become a major concern. Because even if I get a negative trait, if I can crush them now, it's a much more profitable trade.*'If I just leave those guys alone…'*I had a premonition that I might regret it later. No, not just them, but the mafia scum must be exterminated when they can be. Their evil deeds and horrific actions are a problem, but the biggest problem is their catastrophic trolling. For their own safety and survival, they indiscriminately use strategies that make scapegoats of other survivors.Even the 'Liberation Alliance,' led by gangs and criminals, has some semblance of human thought, but those guys, they don't think like humans at all. When their supplies run low, they send an Associate, a low-ranking member, to another survivor clan's camp to draw the aggro of the infected. And the moment that organization collapses or disappears, they dispatch Soldato, their enforcers, to replenish their supplies.What if this is applied to the player character? Hell begins. Even if they fail, they keep trying. As befits a criminal organization, they are even persistent. Now that I've found such a large budding branch of that mafia family, the stress level can't help but feel like a secondary issue.*'Indeed, it's important to exterminate pests in the early stages.'*However, that is purely a player's sentiment. It might have been a rather difficult sentiment for the current me to have.*Crunch.*From now on, it's a realistic problem. In truth, there is a huge gap between a character on a screen killing a person and actually holding a knife and cutting someone down. That's why I had no choice but to be more cautious. No. Perhaps deep down, because of this problem, I was unconsciously trying to avoid this encounter. The stress level and the inevitable future were just excuses.*'When I think about it, I can't avoid it forever.'*An uncomfortable truth that must be faced. I felt that sinking feeling, submerging my body, once again. This time, I endure that sinking feeling and observe the situation.*'If I have to experience it at least once, a lax situation like this might be better…'*The time it took for deliberation to turn into a decision, and for the decision to turn into action, was not that long. What's needed now is courage and composure. Behind me, Ken Sasaki's serious expression was in place."Have you come to a decision?""From now on, please listen to me carefully."Was it because of my changed demeanor? Ken Sasaki didn't answer, just swallowed dryly and focused."What those guys are armed with are 3 pistols and 1 shotgun. They're models with a small ammunition capacity, but their reload speed is quite fast. If we fight them head-on, we'll be at a disadvantage.""Yes.""There are three ways. The first is to just wait for them to retreat as they are. The plastic explosives are a bluff. If they had something like that, they would have used it long ago.""Hmm…!" Ken nodded his head as if he saw the point."What's the second?""Induce a situation where they fire their guns wildly, and ambush them when they're out of ammunition.""That's a bit…" Ken Sasaki paced, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. An urgent voice came from below."Chief Administrator!""However… even if the plastic explosives are really a bluff, I don't think just waiting is the solution. What's the third option?""Lure them."***Down on the first floor together. The civil servants, terrified of the firearms, were standing away from the entrance. To them, Ken's weary voice emerged."First, bring all the tap water from the toilets and any drinks. We'll block the main entrance by spraying water and running a high voltage current through it.""Toilet water?""The water has been cut off due to the large-scale power outage, hasn't it? We have to scoop even the toilet water.""Ah, I understand, Chief Administrator."The atmosphere had to be changed first. The helpless atmosphere of being able to do nothing was of no help at all. The act of spraying water mixed with electrolytes on the main gate and the floor below it, and running a current through it with a battery, would be a good action to change that atmosphere, albeit slightly."As you know, we don't have anything like a car battery. If we plug in an electrical cord to run a current, the circuit breaker in the control center will trip.""I'll leave that part to you.""Hahh… Let's try to manage somehow. But is it really possible?""Yes, in theory, it's possible.""I'm asking about the realistic part, not the theoretical part.""I wouldn't have even brought it up if there wasn't a realistic possibility."The strategy is simple. Set a trap and lure them in. If we make the area around the main gate an electrocution hazard, they'll have no choice but to find another option. Then, with a high probability, they'll find the back door of the underground parking garage. That place is the mousetrap that will catch them.The back door, by its nature, is a very narrow area with many corners. They can't all rush in at once. To use that passage, only a small number of one or two people at a time would be possible. The plan is to block that place and deal with them one by one. That's the gist of this tactic. The reason Ken showed a troubled expression was because I, an outsider, had volunteered to go into such a kill-zone."Come to think of it, we haven't introduced ourselves. My name is Ken Sasaki.""Kyle Han."In the belated introduction, Ken's uneasy guilt was conveyed. There was only one thing I could say to him. "It's a job someone has to do anyway."*'Actually, it's a job that doesn't need to be done.'*But looking at the bigger picture… This isn't for them. It's just for me. So, in a way, I'm the one using them. I've secured their cooperation on the pretext of their fear."Let me know when you're ready."By the time Ken Sasaki finished speaking, everything was already prepared. A battery of unknown origin and a hastily made wire. And the liquids that drenched the floor. The fact that the liquid was not spread evenly was the result of their timid attitude, fearing the mafia's guns. I lowered my gaze from the scenery and looked at my hand. In my grasp was the longsword, Zero. The unbreakable sword, the one and only outstanding sword capable of holding plasma, was now emitting only a crude light, having undergone no upgrades."Let's proceed.""...We'll be counting on you, Han.""Don't worry too much."With those words, I moved. The civil servants were still looking at me with eyes full of disbelief. Perhaps even Ken Sasaki was giving me that look from behind. This operation is no longer an operation that trusts me completely. They probably think I'm just buying time. Recalling Ken's words, the tasers should be finishing charging soon. What they believe in is just the taser. Not an unidentified survivor named Kyle Han. They are taking it as a given that the back door will be breached, and their plan is to ambush at the end of the passage and fire the fully charged tasers.However. For some reason, despite those distrustful gazes, I feel a strange pressure. It's because I can't be sure. I've never been in a real battle before. I must discard the delusion that I will move like a player character in a game. The only thing I believe in is the trait. I believe [N O V E L I G H T] only in the trait.Whether it was because I was lost in thought, the entrance to the back door, which I arrived at in no time, was surrounded by a barricade. I told Ken that I would take action when the barricade was breached, but.*'I have no intention of doing that.'*I don't want to delay any longer. But. To go so far as to take a risk? Why? If not now, when will I have to take such a risk? When the mutants appear? That would be too late. This is a good opportunity to confirm my own position before that.However, as it becomes a reality, I realize that the nonchalant delusions and actions I've had so far were nothing but arrogance. Looking back, it's no longer a simple matter of dealing with a vicious mafia.*'I believe.'*The memory of when I pulled Eli Wayless out of the double doors. The memory of making Vergo retreat with the Slash skill. They are very short and fragmented, but one thing is clear. I am not an ordinary survivor. In terms of physical ability alone, I am at the apex predator position.The hand holding the sword trembles slightly, but I accept even that and calmly calculate. The corner that turns the moment you enter the entrance. The position is completely excluded from the field of view. So, I can attack first. Through the gaps in the barricade, the mafia members were not yet visible. The moment I confirmed that.-What, what the hell! Hey!-Uuughhh!A flustered voice heard even from afar.*'It's started.'*My hands move busily. Clearing a barricade is much more troublesome and laborious than building it. But without even thinking about that, I hurriedly clear them one by one.*'This would be better in this position.'*Perhaps a reassembly of the barricade. I make an opening, but arrange it in a structure that restricts their movement instead. Although it was definitely not an easy task, my tireless body and monstrous strength were making it possible. And so, one by one, the barricades found their new places, and soon an opening just big enough for one person was visible. This will become a true mousetrap.How long will it take for them to find the back door of the underground parking garage? It won't take that long. They might already know the location. The reason they didn't insist on this side is either arrogance or wisdom. They might have been mistaken in thinking they could easily open the main gate because they were overwhelmingly superior, or they might have judged that it would be more difficult to break this narrow door in a space not wide enough for several people to swing blunt weapons.The thoughts get deeper and deeper. Delusion begets delusion. The complicated emotions in my head give me a feeling of stuffiness, like wearing ill-fitting clothes. I respond to it simply. Empty my thoughts. And just concentrate.At the end of a long train of thought, I heard angry footsteps."Who was the one who said the back door was locked? It's wide open like that, what kind of trouble did we go through?""I-it really was locked! Why would I lie, Enver…!""So you're saying they set a trap or something?""It seems so. They've also set up obstacles, whether we know it or not.""They must have underestimated our family. Seeing as they set up such a crude trap.""Hey, over there! Are you planning to hide and then attack when we go in?""If you're a man, you don't avoid a challenge, but this is too petty for a method."The sounds of them talking. For some reason, their voices don't properly register in my ears. It was because the whole situation that was about to unfold was right in front of me."Hey, you go in first.""M-me, you mean?""Yes. You gave the wrong information that the back door was locked, so you have to pay the price.""But!"Soon, amidst the clamor, quiet footsteps could be heard.*'That's a fake. The footsteps are the real deal.'*Just as I had prepared a strategy. They, too, were using a strategy, albeit a crude one. They were probably trying to approach quietly and enter unexpectedly.*'Concentrate.'*The hilt of Zero was already soaked with sweat. Just before the situation unfolded, I felt a strange sensation.*'What is this?'*A strange and bizarre sensation. Should I say my mind is clearing? No, should I say my mind is expanding? I felt as if all my sensory organs, closed by tension, were being activated and my five senses were expanding.*'This is…'*A strange feeling as if it's me, but not me. The footsteps I heard in my ears became clearer, allowing me to gauge their position, and the faint breeze felt like his breath. And the moment I accepted those sensations.`[Slash LV.1]`The world expanded.*T-ding!*`['Legendary Swordsmanship Talent' activated]``[All sensory organs expanded]``[Extrasensory perception activated]`*SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING—!!!!!*The rat behind the wall. It was the moment I split it in two, wall and all.

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