Box Inside a Box
But just as he's shaking his ass in that dance and heading home, settling in to casually claim the 10th floor reward...
Suddenly, a thought bubbles up in his mind all too naturally: Wait a sec, didn't I struggle way too hard just to clear the 10th floor?
Of course, that's just talk—thanks to the nature of his weapons, his clear time was ridiculously short compared to everyone else.
1st: ' ' : 48 seconds
2nd: Kim Aran : 1 min 11 sec
3rd: Flamer : 1 min 13 sec
...
He's cleared it faster than even those Management Bureau section chief-level hunters, pulling reactions like "Holy shit!!!" from the masses.
But the issue is, unlike hunters wielding standard swords in close range, or magic, bows, and such...
His guns boast overwhelming projectiles and fire rates, plus he blasted that orc with dirty-strong RPGs before it could adapt to the weapons. That's all it was.
So for him, unlike the community's hype, he can't shake the doubt: can he maintain this level of dominance past the 10th floor?
No clear answer wells up in his heart. And it's not just his own worry—these posts popping up everywhere prove it...
...Most are straight-up salty snakes or just off-topic ramblers.
But summing it up: his struggles from 10th floor onward scream "backlash waiting" for 11th.
Naturally, it hits home again—minus the RPGs, his main weapons lack firepower, as felt on 9th and 10th.
His head heats up pondering how to fix this.
But his brooding doesn't last.
He realizes: before overthinking, he hasn't even claimed the 10th floor 1st place reward yet.
So, claim first, worry later—he taps the reward mail in his status window...
Random Item Box Opening Result: Random Weapon Box (S-Grade) Acquired!
"What the fuck?"
A random item box spitting out a random weapon box? This reality-warping nonsense hits, and his brain freezes, body locking up.
But then he spots the glittering "S-Grade"...
Dopamine surges like those dead meme coins from back in the day.
One tiny issue: it's an item, so it has its own status window.
◈ S-Grade: 0.1%
◈ A-Grade: 10.9%
◈ B-Grade: 49%
◈ C-Grade or Lower: 50%
*Weapons vary by trait!
"These odds for real?"
S-Grade in name only—actual S-Grade chance is a pathetic 0.1%, not even 1%.
At least his Mechanic Lord trait blocks useless big swords, bows, or staves. Safety net secured, he decides to crack open this box-in-a-box.
He's playing it cool, but a trash weapon now would end his one-trick 10th-floor hunter life in catastrophe.
"Please, please, S-Grade or even A-Grade—something to turn this around!"
He even does the full ritual: bath, holy water, prayers before the box.
And weirdly, after all that effort... heart pounding, he opens it.
Pababang!
Weapon Acquired: S-Grade
30mm M240 Super Chain Gun (Magazine Mounted)
"Ooooooh, OOOH?!?!?"
Not a one-shot nuke like the RPG, but as compensation...
Bigger than his all-purpose "Wilson"—barrel aside, the body alone matches his torso size. Plus a magazine linked by belt, dwarfing his body 2-3x.
This 30mm autocannon materializes... but doesn't thud to the floor. Instead, the massive mag and gun absorb right into him, slotting neatly.
He pulls out the barrel and parts from his body, staring. Time to pass "Wilson's" name to this super chain gun.
But most crucially, the bundled magazine is ultra-high capacity for this beast.
"Heuung!"
This specs out to carry him through every bullshit moment he'd scraped by with infinite mags and backups.
Whatever the next floor throws, he'll endure. Confidence surges.