Don't Pick Up the Male Lead in the Apocalypse - Chapter 6
“What are my chances of survival right now?”
“Hmm… 5%?”
“…..”
Did he just say that?
I smirked at the shitty odds, but he had the look of a generous boss who’d just thrown in a generous bonus.
5%…
“5% is too low, isn’t it? There’s a long way to go before it reaches 100%.”
He nodded as if it was obvious.
“So keep talking, increase it.”
“…..”
“If you don’t talk, the percentage will decrease. 5, 4, 3…”
“Ah wait, wait!”
“……”
“You’re saying you have a 95% inclination to kill me. If you’re going to kill me anyway, don’t torture me with false hope.”
For a moment, I felt the pressure from the blade on my neck lighten.
“It’s not that I want to kill you, but to be exact, I have about a 95% reason that I should kill you.”
A reason to kill me?
“Since when do murderers need reasons to kill?”
The man lightly shook his head as if to dismiss my suggestion.
“Money?”
It seemed my answer didn’t please him as his mouth opened and his expression soured.
“Money? In this world, does money still hold any value? Even if I gave you a pile of gold coins, you wouldn’t be able to buy a can of canned food.”
‘If gold coins can’t buy a can of food, is this an apocalyptic setting?’
I needed more information.
I blurted out anything I could to get a reaction.
“Gold coins? What are those, a new type of Bitcoin? Oh… their value dropped, didn’t they?”
The man knit his eyebrows as he watched me mutter.
He scratched his cheek, looking confused.
“Where are you from? You talk like you’re from another world.”
“Seoul.”
“Seo? Where’s that?”
Given his reaction to Seoul as if hearing it for the first time, this didn’t seem like a modern survival story. If gold coins are in play, perhaps more like a romance fantasy.
I asked the man.
“What country is this?”
“Hey, you’re asking me…”
“Where are we?”
As he saw my intent gaze, he placed his empty hand on his waist.
“Seems like you really popped out of the ground or something.”
“……”
“There are no countries anymore. Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world.”
“???”
‘I wish that line was just ridiculous gaslighting.’
But unfortunately, there was a good chance he was telling the truth.
‘Post-apocalyptic setting, likely a fantasy, and the weather outside is freezing cold…’
Wait, freezing cold? Could this be the dreaded frozen apocalypse?
It was so surreal that I forgot I had a knife to my throat.
“Excuse me.”
-Creak.
As soon as I spoke, the door opened, and the man covered my mouth with his large hand.
“Shh.”
“……”
He placed a finger over his lips while looking at me intensely, signaling me to be quiet.
The sound of three sets of footsteps approached from the entrance. They must be the comrades of the man I was with.
My mind became muddled. Should I obediently follow this man’s lead? But I’m a stranger, and those are his companions…
“Where did she hide?”
“If she ran away, it must be around here, let’s find her.”
What could they possibly want from me? The dreadful possibilities made my heart race.
Sensing my agitation, the man pushed me more firmly against the wall behind the staircase.
-Tap, tap…
Cold droplets fell onto my collarbone, trickling down my body.
Lifting my gaze, I saw the snow from the man’s white hair melting and dripping down.
Perhaps he was feeling hot, as he twisted his head and stretched the turtleneck clinging to his neck. His jaw was almost touching my forehead, so close to me.
Feeling my movement, the man’s eyes, which had been looking towards the entrance, shifted to me.
“Shh…”
His warm breath wafted into my ear.
“I’m done worrying.”
“……”
“I’ll spare your life, so keep quiet.”
