Hardcore 10th Floor Boss Battle
But for my plan to work, the bastard has to stay put in full defense mode, not moving a muscle—even while I'm swapping guns and unloading again. He has to be a literal target.
Right as I'm blasting away with the machine gun, the 7.62mm runs dry. Naturally, I swap to another gun with ammo left, while reloading the other machine gun with the Infinite Magazine. That's when a tiny opening appears.
-Thud!
“Chiiik!!”
“What the fuck!”
Even with one machine gun still firing suppressive shots, the orc shrugs it off like it's nothing and charges with a full-power shield tackle again.
Sure, 5.56mm might be weaker, but each round can turn a human body into mincemeat. And with 2-3 per second hammering down, the orc isn't watching ahead—he's just bull-rushing blind, trusting his shield.
I spot it and barely dodge sideways...
-Thud!
Rumble rumble...
“...Chiiik!”
Damn orc great warrior uncle—did he figure out the machine guns' firepower faster than I thought during our back-and-forth? He bursts through the smoke from the tackle, slamming his turtle-shell shield into the ground.
The moment he reveals himself grinning like a lecherous orc eyeing a heroine screaming 'kill me,' chills run down my spine.
To hide that ugly mug, I yank out the reloaded 7.62mm.
“You're gonna do naughty things to me! Like some ero doujin!”
“Chiiik?!”
“Die, you psycho homo pervert orc fuck!”
-Tatata-tatata-tatata!!
I stow the emptied 5.56mm, mount another 7.62mm 'assault rifle' in a slot, and spray.
But here's the problem: Unlike what I expected—him hunkering behind the shield again—our orc great warrior uncle does cover his body the same way, but he doesn't stay still. He zigzags, tracking my gun barrel.
That zigzag would've been child's play for a normal human—I could've tracked it standing still. But...
-Thud! Boom!
-Boom!
“Oh fuck! Pig like you is way too fast!”
“Chiiiiik!”
The orc great warrior has superhuman physical stats beyond any normal human. It's not zigzag to him—it's a horror movie monster shaking side-to-side as it closes in.
Watching him react way faster than expected, I finally get why other hunters warn to stay sharp.
No time to hold back against this boss closing faster than planned.
“No hesitation—aaah!!”
I swap one slot from 7.62mm to Vladimir (15mm) and unleash hell with auxiliary mag + Infinite Magazine, dumping up to 200 rounds wildly.
Maybe it's the propellant load, but the 15mm's velocity crushes 5.56 or 7.62. Dozens rip out, grazing his limbs. Unlike the others, it shreds a wide area, punches clean through—no tanking leather—and blood sprays.
The orc halts his mad dash, ducks fully behind the turtle shield, and goes full defense again.
Price? Vladimir empties instantly. But hey, I've pinned him—no more charges.
The second it runs dry, I swap faster than ever: Vladimir out, trusty Wilson (problem-solver supreme) in, and I hose him down.
Plus, I mix in the remaining 7.62mm machine gun from another slot, blinding his view so he can't tell what's left.
Bonus: Mounted gear protrudes anywhere on me. I yank out an extra 5.56mm assault rifle—no delay in fire.
Of course, ammo burn skyrockets exponentially, limiting him to seconds at best...
But those seconds are gold.
While sustaining fire—Wilson on burst to drag time, not auto—a 30-second cooldown ticks by. I feel the Allabong warhead regenerate inside me. One hand grabs the launcher (warhead attached) from my body.
Still shield-dependent? Time for super-lance taste.
Holding the launcher kinks my machine gun angles—fire scatters, giving him a peek. But 1-2 seconds? Even super-orc reflexes only let him assess, not act.
I catch his ugly face peeking over the shield, eyes widening sloooowly in horror as the warhead screams in.
He chucks the shield forward, backpedaling—life flashing before him in slow-mo.
Too bad: 2-300 m/s warhead laughs at that.
Two seconds later—before he moves—warhead hits shield.
Short version: Boom.
Shield shreds to B/A/E/G/A/E. Metal jet schooms straight into orc gut.
Smoke clears: Front charred black, those chocolate abs? Massive smoking hole, organs vaporized. I almost blurt, Got him?
But saying that might enrage him into berserk mode—human kebab time. I zip it and wait.
Five seconds later...
Comprehensive Clear Time: 48 seconds
Final Battle Time Record: You've broken the #1 ranking on Tower Hardcore Difficulty Floor 1!
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“......Kuaaaaaah!!!! Orc shit is total garbage!!!”
The clear record pops up—way faster than expected. Before bailing, I gotta celebrate with a butt dance.