Chapter 113

Chapter 113

It took about 2 seconds to check each room. I scanned each room diagonally with my eyes, confirmed no one was there, and splashed my way to the next room.

Except for the obviously empty rooms, not many people kept their rooms clean. Why on earth do they eat things like potato chips spilling them all over the bed? The state of each room was a mess with leftover food, drinks, and alcohol tipped over.

Especially in the room with an enormous collection of French wines, the improperly secured wine rack had fallen over, soaking the blanket and bed.

For a moment, I mistook the color for blood and was startled, but upon seeing the broken bottles and smelling the scent, I realized it wasn’t and closed the door with relief. Even though water was up to my ankles, the doors could still close.

Glass would sink in the water, but if I was unlucky, I might end up drinking water mixed with fine powder or alcohol. After that, there was a succession of rooms full of clothes and trash, with neither people nor animals.

In room 28, I found sterilized chocolate milk, sterilized strawberry milk, sterilized soy milk cartons, all kinds of snacks, calorie bars, cup rice, and cup noodles written in Korean stacked so densely that the walls weren’t visible up to the ceiling.

It was a room with nothing but food, and when I pulled back the blanket that was shaped like a person, there was nothing. Despite the undersea base shaking so violently from the torpedo impact that someone sleeping in bed would have fallen to the floor, none of the food stacked to the ceiling had collapsed. As I looked at that scene, I thought it looked more like a survival bunker than a supermarket, and headed to the next room.

It seemed like that room and the ones after belonged to the Engineer Ga Team. Unlike the room packed with food, the room right next to it was a mess with piles of unfolded clothes, half-finished drinks and snacks gathered on the desk. Gaming and programming magazines that seemed to have been placed on the floor were all soaked, and game consoles of various types were on the bed. All sorts of trash was floating in the water. Wow. It’s a complete pigsty.

After scanning for 2 seconds and moving on, there was a completely clean room in contrast to the previous one. The blanket was neatly folded with sharp edges, and on the desk, there was nothing but a men’s skin lotion and a tumbler. Clean rooms were easy to pass by. There was less visual information to process.

The room right next, number 25, had a cross and several watercolor paintings on the wall, and next to a Bible, there were a few “Easy Learning Farsi” books and several sketchbooks on the desk. The watercolors on the wall seemed to have been painted by the room’s owner. Next to an empty easel, there was a messy apron, dried-up paints, a palette, several brushes, and what looked like dirty water containers scattered around. An empty wine bottle was floating in the water on the floor.

Now wading through water up to my calves, I looked into room 24, Kang Soojung’s room. I took in the sight of various types of dumbbells and comic books in different languages scattered around, then immediately headed to the next room.

Room 23, next to Kang Soojung’s, was overflowing with belongings. Posters were plastered densely on the walls and ceiling. Nirvana, Queen, Oasis, Muse, Radiohead...... What era of music are they listening to?

The bookshelf was so full of books that they couldn’t all fit, so books were stacked horizontally on the desk, creating pillars of books. A small metal vanity that seemed to have been purchased and installed separately was overflowing with cosmetics, and the wardrobe was wide open, also overflowing with clothes.

On top of the vanity was a box presumed to be an accessory storage, with fierce warning messages written in English, Chinese, and Japanese. [Touch and lose a wrist] Reading that message, I chuckled and moved to the next room.

The next room was number 22, and this room was also extremely clean. A few bags of nuts for snacks and men’s skin lotion were placed on the desk along with a pad. There was a half-knitted sock and a ball of yarn, suggesting someone might be knitting.Vissit novelbin(.)com for new novels

A pink flower pot that had been on the floor was now floating in the water, dying as it absorbed seawater. I waded in and grabbed the pad on the desk, immediately putting it in my backpack. Then I headed to the next room. Room 21 next door was empty.

Room 20 was overflowing with green. Shelves were densely installed throughout the room, growing plants. At first, I thought the room’s owner might have a hobby of growing plants underwater and was about to pass by in 2-3 seconds like the other rooms, but overcome by a strange sensation, I looked into the room again.

I was shouting as loudly as the emergency alarm while moving forward, when I faintly heard music in front of room 11. An old famous pop song was playing energetically, and I, surprised, scanned room 10 with my eyes and immediately checked room 9.

[I’m living in a world where there are no innocent people!]

As I moved forward, the music got louder, and it was only when I reached room 8 that I realized someone was there.

A woman wearing headphones was lying on a second-floor bunk bed, singing. She was singing loudly as if holding her own concert, twirling her hair with her fingers, unaware that all the objects on the first floor were floating in the water.

[At least I’m alive!]

Encountering a bunk bed for the first time in this 4th Undersea Base, I was dumbfounded. I spoke to the person who wasn’t wet at all thanks to the bed installed near the ceiling.

“Hey! We need to get out of here!”

She couldn’t hear me shouting from outside the door, so I approached the second-floor bunk bed and removed the headphones she was wearing. The woman looked down at me from her lying position, then startled, sat up in bed, resulting in her hitting her head on the ceiling. There was a thud. There was no time to stop her.

“Aaah! My head!”

Hearing her dying groan, I quickly said.

“Water is leaking! If you don’t want to die, get out quickly!”

By the time I checked room 4, the water had already risen from waist to chest level. The woman from room 8 put on some clothes and said with the headphones around her neck.

“The people in the front rooms are on vacation. They’re probably not here.”

“I didn’t even know you were here until I came this far.”

Far away at the end of the corridor, I could barely see two people moving. It looked like Nikita and Vladimir. They seemed to have just arrived at the central stairs located at room 40. Vladimir, in particular, appeared to be carrying something on his back, but it was too far to see clearly.

Vladimir just pointed at me with his index finger, then made a gesture of drawing a long line from left to right across his throat with his thumb.

I’m not sure what that gesture means, but it either means he’s going to slit my throat or he’s going to brush his teeth from left to right. I hope it’s the latter. After confirming that no one was in the rooms up to room 1, I went up the stairs located next to room 1.