All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 93: Men Went Extinct (2)

"Phew... thank goodness."

Hearing my reply, she calmed a little, and I asked the question that had been nagging at me.

"Why are you so obsessed with me...?"

I get the population crisis and the stud plan, but am I really worth all this?

Unless men went completely extinct, they’d recover eventually, even if slowly.

"They did."

"...Oh."

Men went extinct.

Okay... fair enough.

"The ’King of the Undying’... it’s blasphemous even to utter his name, but there’s no denying he transcended life and ruled death itself. Even when a holy sword pierced his heart and he faded, he cursed this world with his final breath..."

"..."

"And now... no new life can be born here."

The mood turned heavy; words felt clumsy in my mouth.

I was only hearing it secondhand, yet she had lived through decades of that war. She must have lost countless comrades.

"Uh..."

I fumbled for something, anything.

"Ch... cheer up?"

It was the lamest consolation imaginable.

Silence stretched across the channel, thick and mournful.

"...Anything I can help with?"

"Oh, if you’d just sign the contract, I’d feel so much better—"

"You’re fine, huh?!"

She’s terrifying.

Turning even that somber moment into a recruitment pitch.

She really is that desperate.

"Ahem. I understand you’re reluctant to come to our side, Hero."

"Yeah... you could say that."

Sex is fun once or twice, but who wants to be demoted to a semen tank until death?

Maybe some guys would volunteer, but not me.

"But there is a reason you should come to our world."

"...A reason?"

"Yes. The world you’re in right now..."

"It might be doomed soon."

...

"...Doomed?"

"Yes... The green plains will wither and twist. Animals frolicking in the forests will lose their spark and crumble to dust. The earth will run red with blood."

It didn’t sound like prophecy; it sounded like memory.

"I think you’ve already sensed it, Hero. The vampires appearing in your world lately... they’re the same as the ones from ours."

"...Yeah."

They were far too different from mere jiangshi.

The traits were unmistakable, exactly what the shop had described. I’d have to be blind not to notice.

"We don’t know why, but the dimensional barrier between your ’martial realm’ and our world has weakened. That allowed the lingering will of the undead to leak through and begin reviving. If it were only a few stray vampires, it would be manageable, but unfortunately... Vampire Lord Barstein has already awakened."

"That’s why this world might end?"

"If he has fully revived, the other legion commanders will follow, and eventually, even the King of the Undying himself. If he returns..."

She didn’t need to finish. I knew what came next.

War.

An undead legion nursing a grudge from one defeat, now sharper and crueler.

I sat in grim silence, letting her words sink in.

Doom.

Once the King of the Undying manifests, it’s basically over.

His mere presence massively empowers all undead; war becomes a nightmare, and they refuse to stay dead unless he falls.

You can pour oceans of holy power into destroying him, but if you fail to stop his final curse, victory is hollow, no new life can ever be born again.

...So I’d die too?

I’m not fully native to this world, but I’m still male. Given what happened in hers, it’s hard to believe I’d be spared.

"Is there no way to stop his revival?"

"If you can completely destroy the legion commander currently active in your world, Vampire Lord Barstein, before he resurrects the king, there might still be a chance."

"Then—"

"But he’s cunning. After losing once in our world, he’s prepared thoroughly this time. Back then we only barely banished him by shattering his soul into eight fragments. We thought that was the end... but calling it ’destroyed’ feels generous now."

"...Hoo."

If he’s been shattered once, why not stay gone?

Why drag another world into this nightmare?

Of course, I understand why.

This world, the martial realm, possesses absurd combat power.

On raw strength alone, it’s laughable to think the martial world couldn’t crush an undead legion that a fantasy world barely defeated.

But the problem is:

This world has no holy power.

"That world’s saintess is struggling alone, but she cannot hold back an endless undead tide forever. The moment she falls, the Vampire Lord will complete the king’s resurrection, and then..."

"...The entire Central Plains will drown in death."

Most of this world’s strength is internal energy.

There is no equivalent to fantasy-world holy power.

"...Wait. There’s a saintess here?"

"Huh? You met her earlier today, didn’t you?"

"Earlier...?"

One person instantly came to mind.

Yeo Socheon.

"...She’s a saintess?"

No matter how I looked at it, she didn’t match the gentle, serene image I had of a fantasy saintess.

"Naturally, different worlds produce different flavors of saintess. But a saintess is defined as one who serves a god and can act as their vessel during descent. By that definition, she is absolutely a saintess."

"Oh..."

If that’s the criterion, it made sense.

Remembering how the heavens had hijacked her body earlier, everything clicked.

"It’s thanks to her, and her god’s actions, that I was able to open this channel at all."

...Is that really a good thing?

I wasn’t sure a direct line was a net positive, but learning about the crisis facing this world tipped the scale toward "useful."

"So what should I do?"

Hearing that this world might end left me with two broad options:

Stop the doom.Get out before it hits.

Option 1 meant preventing the king’s resurrection.

Option 2 meant grinding 10,000 points as fast as humanly possible.

Neither was easy.

I have no idea how to stop a king’s resurrection, and 10,000 points right now equals ten thousand taels of gold, an emperor’s ransom.

Both are impossible for the current me.

For now, I had no choice but to lean on her.

"Ahem. I’m glad you’re relying on me. Then listen carefully to what you must do next. First—"

That was when it happened.

Rumble.

Familiar dark clouds began gathering in the air, slow at first, just tiny specks, but I knew exactly what they were.

She recognized them too.

"Oh no, looks like we have to cut it here today! Listen closely! Use that world’s saintess! Spend as much time as you can with her—"

Boom!

A blue thunderbolt struck the channel before the clouds were even palm-sized.

Crackle... crackle...

"Hello?"

I spoke toward the glitching static, but no answer came.

Cautiously, I glanced at the clouds outside.

...They’re not coming for me too, right?

Swish.

"Phew..."

Thankfully, no. They scattered and vanished as quickly as they’d appeared.

Patting my racing heart, I replayed the day’s chaos.

Yeo Socheon attacks out of nowhere, the heavens hijack her body and molest me, I finally try to rest, and a saintess from another world calls to announce this world might end, then tells me to cling to Yeo Socheon for survival.

But that’s only one side of the story.

I’ve only heard their perspective, so I can’t yet judge which path is truly better for me.

Honestly, both sides are kidnappers in my book.

This side at least isn’t planning to turn me into a breeding stud, which is a point in its favor, but survival is still a brutal slog.

The other side wants to keep me alive as long as possible, specifically so they can stud me out.

I just want to go home to Earth...

How did I end up trapped in this insane dilemma?

"Haa..."

Sighing, I flopped onto the bed, craving at least a comfortable position.

...If this world really does end, what then?

If her warning is true, I can already picture the Central Plains collapsing, or coming damn close.

Surviving that with zero special abilities is a fantasy, and even if I somehow lasted until the end, I’d probably die anyway.

Of course, I have to consider she might be lying. Her goal is to summon me, after all.

But assuming, for now, that she’s telling the truth and this world is doomed, what should I do?

If it falls, I won’t be the only one dying. Countless others will too.

The first face that came to mind was Master’s.

If this world ends and Master dies...

...

I always grumbled about her being a cranky old bat, but she’s the only family I have here.

She raised me, cared for me, for ten whole years.

If she died... what would I even do?

If I somehow scraped together 10,000 points and fled to another world alone, abandoning her here, what kind of person would that make me?

Could I really look her in the eye and say, "This world’s about to end, so I’m out. Bye"?

There’s no way I could say that.

That leaves only one path.

Stop the doom.

And the only clue I have, knowing absolutely nothing about how to do that, is—

Yeo Socheon.

My only realistic option is to get close to her.