A Cliché Multiverse Story

I clenched my fists hard at the brutality ongoing more than a hundred meters. Three cars blocked the road ahead, before it stood a group of imbeciles, cackling as they beat the woman kneeling with their guns; her posture seemed like she was protecting someone.

A pile of bodies laid near them, probably the undead they killed with guns.??

Things like these motivated me to make women stronger than men. Almost every post-apocalyptic fiction I read, the women served no purpose different than a slave.

Yeah, there were those too where women held all the power in the world and protected it from various calamities, but those were far in between.

I couldn't possibly turn my back on a beautiful milf. That would be the same as ending the world for me.

I tapped Shizuka's shoulder.

"Stop the bus on the side."

"Asahi-kun, did something happen?" Shiori's voice came from behind.

I turned around and spotted a worried expression on the twins' faces.

"Please guard the bus with Aimi. I'll be back after cleaning some trash."

I got off the bus and kicked the undead trying to bite me. My gaze met the crazy eyes of the burly men and he smacked his lips and with a ferocious smile, he approached me.

"A pretty boy for me."

My steps froze and a chill different from danger ran down my spine.

My chastity was being eyed by this bastard...

The other men stopped beating the woman and glanced at me. Finding nothing interesting in me, they stared at the bus and their eyes lit up.

"A sexy blondie!"

"Wait, guys. Let's check up the bus first. The high school girls are crazy nowadays."

"This teacher and that blondie. I hope there are more on the bus. Today is gonna be fun. God bless the one who released this virus on us, ahahaha!"

How in the fucking world was the second guy so smart? And my presence is completely ignored here. The woman seemed to have only suffered minor injuries.

These seven sickos were equipped with a pump-action shotgun and hunting rifle. None of them looked like a veteran soldier, so they must have robbed an armory or gun shop.

Now, how should I kill them? They tainted my nee-san with their dirty eyes. So a swift death was crossed off the list.

Smiling, I walked toward them and all seven guns snapped toward my direction.

The pump-action shotgun's maximum range was 50m unless they used slugs which could fire at 100 to 200m, and that hunting rifle could blow my head from 1km if used by a veteran, not these losers.

Of course, I knew about all this from games and these were common knowledge for the VR FPS I used to play.

I need to finish it sooner, lest my yandere bodyguard goes crazy and destroys everything in sight.

My current defense was 70, so I would probably survive a gunshot with some wounds.

It's time to gamble with my life.

(Good luck!)

The cheer from Klyscha filled my body with strength as my steps broke into a sprint, and the senses enhanced by the dagger sharpened my perception.

They became tongue-tied by my idiotic move, only reacting when I almost closed the 50m distance.

Unfortunately for then, today was never meant for losers.

The dagger already flew toward the hand on the verge of pressing the trigger.

"Aah!"

The shotgun slipped from his hand and he screamed out in pain. This scared the others, giving me enough time to grasp the man's body and hide.

*Bang!* *Bang!* Bang!* *Bang...

Six gunshots pierced my meatshield and his miserable screams intensified, stopping moments later. The bastards became busy in reloading, and as one would expect from a newbie, their shaking hands couldn't even reload the gun.

I shoved him out of the way and kicked the ground. As I entered the group, my dagger slashed again and again, from legs to arms and incapacitated them.

They sprawled on the ground as blood poured out, slowly ending their life. They moaned and begged for mercy.

"Anything last wishes except death?"

No answer.

I shook my head and turned to the brown-haired woman. Her brown eyes behind the pair of spectacles revealed a shocked look.

She was closely hugging a girl of 5 or 6.

Her looks flabbergasted me for a good while. The damsel I saved turned out to be a wonderful glasses onee-san with a bosom not smaller than Shizuka.

Was this the infamous protagonist's aura?

*Ding!*

[—Nao Sakurada: Affection +55]

Her name made my brain go into overdrive. I surely heard it somewhere. Pondering, I stretched my hand, which she grabbed clumsily.

"Please save your questions for later and get on the bus."

"Thank you very much."

Only a single line of gratitude and a grateful smile.

Yet it made saving her worth all the effort.

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