The coin soared in the air, flipping from side to side. The girl, unable to understand what this man was doing, continued to struggle against the armored zombie knight, though one of her eyes couldn't move from the coin.

For the Otherworlder himself, the world seemed to have stopped as only the flipping of the coin remained in his eyes. The randomness that would decide his actions, the randomness that would decide the girl's fate, the randomness that would set the future in stone.

Only that marvelous randomness existed in his eyes at the moment.

The girl's struggle deepened as the zombie knight's strength seemed to have increased.

The coin turned again and again as it began its descent. Two, three, an inch.

It pushed down on her, its teeth just nigh off her neck.

-Clap!

A hand came from the side and slammed the coin on the other. The Otherworlder moved his hand away, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"You're in luck, lady."

The Otherworlder lunged ahead and kicked the zombie knight's dented head. His foot fit right in the cave and sent the damned undead reeling back.

"Grr!" it growled as it rolled on the floor. The young girl too crawled towards the Otherworlder and stood behind him.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Hm."

The girl took the Otherworlder's curt response as a sign of his annoyance and tried to calm her ragged breathing and the goosebumps shaking her body. Little did she know, the sudden movements had pushed the contents of the Otherworlder's stomach right back up.

"Grr!!" The zombie knight stood up. It looked at the Otherworlder with madder eyes before shifting its attention back to the girl. The zombie knight roared and ran towards the girl.

"Aaah! Why me?!" the girl screamed as she stuck to the Otherworlder's back.

'Why indeed?' The Otherworlder thought. Was it because of the stench coming from him? Was he really being disrespected by a filthy undead? Whatever it was, it worked well for him.

The zombie knight growled and pounced on the girl, but the Otherworlder intercepted its charge. Going arm against arm with the zombie, the Otherworlder exercised all his lacking muscle strength to keep the zombie at bay.

"Augghh, stop… shaking me…" the Otherworlder yelled while the zombie looked at him with great confusion. It sure was a troublesome situation for him, and the girl he helped surely wasn't helping by clinging to his back.

'Now, now. How to get out of this…' He thought. His eyes scanned his surroundings. They were standing at the entrance of a narrow alleyway that connected to what he could guess was another alley. The buildings around mostly had their trash packed in crates splayed around the alleyway. Just one window.

And this strong zombie… It wasn't counting him as an enemy.

"Hey, run over there." The Otherworlder pointed at the other end of the alleyway with his chin. The girl shouted back a loud 'Yes!' and set off immediately. Before she could get even a few meters away, the Otherworlder let go of his hands keeping the zombie knight in check and pushed it towards the girl.

"W-what!?" the girl screamed, her eyes painted with horror at her situation.

The zombie completely ignored the Otherworlder as it started chasing behind the girl. The girl reached the end of the current alleyway and stopped for a split second, looking at both the sides before rushing to her left.

This was his chance.

"Follow the sound, lady!!"

Without wasting a second, the Otherworlder jumped on one crate and then crashed through the window to get into the house next to him. The Otherworlder held his aching head with one hand as he rushed through the house in search of weapons.

There were many things off in his mind. For one, in his three months in this world, he hadn't really come against actually strong zombies who could live with a dent in their head. Something was strange, and he knew exactly what.

He had to deal with the zombie first, but it was impossible to do so barehanded. Any normal zombie he could take down, but this one was too powerful. But, he was pretty much invisible for the zombies and he had a bait as well.

By asking the girl to run first and waiting until she reached the end, he could make a guess as to the layout of the alleys and plan his actions accordingly.

A feat of incredible luck that the Otherworlder couldn't even think of as anything out of the ordinary.

In a flash, the Otherworlder swept his eyes over everything in the house and moved to the next window he wanted while pocketing a few sharp things. He entered a room and picked up a chair before tossing it towards the window.

-Crash!

The window shattered into pieces and the Otherworlder jumped through it to get to the next house. He could faintly hear the girl's scream as she successfully followed behind the sounds. She was strangely good at following instructions.

Going through the houses while the girl followed from the alleys, the Otherworlder was leading the zombie knight to a place he could corner him.

A bag, broken glass, knives, and shortswords. He picked up everything he could use as a weapon and took them along with him as he finally reached his destination.

It was the same alley with the pile of garbage he had woken up in this morning. His head and nauseousness from the hangover just increased from the godforsaken stench. Yet, he continued his preparations.

The girl's screams had gotten louder. Just one more turn and she would be here.

"AAH!"

The girl came up from the corner, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Faster!" the Otherworlder urged. The girl summoned all the strength as she ran towards the man with one hand behind his back and another in the air.

The zombie knight had caught up.

"Now jump."

"Yes!" the girl shouted and leaped towards the Otherworlder. She thought she would crash into him but he sidestepped and made her free-dive into the Olympic grade trash pool.

Then, the Otherworlder sharply pulled his raised hand back as the Zombie Knight got ever closer to them. Light glistened in the air as the retracting net of strings made from mana revealed themselves. Dozens of sharp and heavy objects hung from the air, supported by the strings.

The zombie knight, running at max speed, got distracted by the heavy objects looming in the air. In a moment of carelessness, the zombie knight lost its balance as its foot fell right on the vomit soup the Otherworlder had left out a while back.

-Crash!

With the weight of the armor alongside its broken balance, the zombie knight couldn't break the fall as it slammed right into the ground.

An extremely unexpected chance! But he knew it would come.

Without wasting a moment, the Otherworlder maneuvered the strings to make the objects fall right on the zombie knight.

With another loud crash and an even louder groan, the zombie knight got bombarded by all the weapons the Otherworlder has collected. The daggers tore through its flesh and the heavy items crushed its armor. Though not dead, the zombie couldn't move anymore.

With a cautious gait, the Otherworlder approached the immobile zombie.

"Grr! Grr!" Its loud groans had gotten weak enough to sound like whimpers. It must have been in immense pain, yet it could not die.

"Hah…" The Otherworlder looked at it with eyes of pity. "I guess I can be kind enough to end your suffering."

For a split second, it looked like the zombie's eyes softened in gratitude, but the Otherworlder had stomped his foot down already.

Unfortunately, it didn't die from just one stomp and the Otherworlder had to disgracefully jump on its skull to finally kill the heavily wounded zombie knight.

The Otherworlder wiped the sweat off his brows and turned around. The rotting smell on him had gotten stronger just by being in the alley. From a beautiful dive by the strange girl, the pile of garbage has splattered all over the alley.

"You better mask your smell with the garbage here. It kept me safe from the zombies." The Otherworlder spoke to the girl laying flat on the floor with a banana peel sitting on her head. Instead of waiting for an answer, the Otherworlder looked around the alleyway and continued.

"I would suggest getting out of the town. It will be wiped off from the face of the world soon. And also, avoid the zombie blood. It's toxic as hell, you'll die." A glistening badge of metal appeared in the corner of his eyes. The Otherworlder bent down to inspect it.

"You… are you not leaving the town then?"

"I am," the Otherworlder said as he flipped the badge in his hands. He had seen it before. This badge was surely one of a necromancer guild, and judging from the engravings, he could tell the person it belonged to was pretty high in status.

"Shouldn't you be asking me to go together, then?"

Looking around a little more, the Otherworlder's eyes fell on a black tome next to what seemed like bits of crushed skull. The tome, there was no way he could mistake it. It was the tome and the badge of the person he, and likely many others, had come to capture. The cause of this shit-show. Necromancer Shil.

With a smirk, the Otherworlder pocketed the two and stood up. With a strange stroke of luck, he had snagged the bounty. It was time to leave.

"No way," the Otherworlder said as he took a step ahead, going outside the alley. "The coin flip… I only asked if I should save you."

With those words, the Otherworlder disappeared into the town of zombies without a trace.