Chapter 114
Chapter 114
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Endless Barrage
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That was the White Skeleton—a declaration that left not only him but Halloween Pumpkin and Method Set completely outclassed. It meant their last-ditch plan, pinned on a final hope, had fallen apart before it even began.
And the new armor Yusung was wearing lent his words tremendous credibility.
‘Could that be another bluff…?’
But he quickly shut down the thought.
He’d been backstabbed multiple times already, the situation overturned again and again.
He was exhausted from trying to analyze and predict anything anymore.
‘Kill that bastard first, think later.’
The White Skeleton directed his Dullahan forward. The sword-wielding Dullahan stepped ahead. Just one. The shield-bearing Dullahan guarding his side was also just one.
Compared to when he’d first met Yusung—leading eight Dullahans while keeping two separate ones for his protection—it was a pathetically meager force.
On top of that, the items equipped on the Dullahan weren’t in normal condition either.
The consecutive battles with rankers had reduced their numbers and degraded the remaining two’s combat power.
But dealing with just one Yusung posed no problem.
Recalling how, not long ago, Yusung couldn’t handle even a single one, the White Skeleton shouted.
“Kill him!”
The sword Dullahan charged forward with heavy thuds. In response, Yusung drew two guns from their holsters.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out. Every single bullet struck the Dullahan’s head. It was a sight he’d seen before, but despite the situation, he couldn’t help but marvel again.
Yusung’s marksmanship was truly exceptional.
Bang!
‘It’s over.’
That made twelve shots.
Considering Yusung’s guns were six-shot revolvers, all ammo should be spent now. He’d have to reload or switch guns. And that would inevitably create an opening.
Of course, the opening was extremely brief. It was as if he’d eaten and practiced nothing but reloading and gun swaps—his hands moved at an insane speed.
But a gap was still a gap.
Even the tiniest mosquito-bite attack was better avoided.
But something was off.
‘The gunfire isn’t stopping?’
Yusung’s muzzle kept spitting fire even after firing twelve rounds.
‘Why, why?’
Even if he’d miscounted, it’d be off by just one or two shots at most. No way he’d miscount this badly.
He’d already tallied more than ten shots per gun. Yet the muzzle flashes continued.
‘What the hell is this!’
Nothing good had ever come from situations deviating from his predictions. Even against this hopelessly low-level opponent, fear gripped him.
Bang!
Thud!
The charging Dullahan halted. It staggered back a step, body slumping low.
‘S-stun?’
No way. Even in its weakened state, his Dullahan wouldn’t be stunned just because Yusung’s shooting had improved a bit.
‘What the hell!’
At that moment, the gunfire stopped. It had finally run out of bullets. He’d given up counting after more than ten per gun.
Right then, the White Skeleton spotted what was different.
‘That gun!’
Necromancers, classified as mages, usually positioned themselves a bit away from the front lines. Especially since they fought by summoning undead. Their skills didn’t enhance vision either.
That was why he only realized Yusung’s gun was different when it was time to reload.
A stick-like magazine detached from the bottom of the pistol grip. At the same time, Yusung pulled a new one from his coat’s waistband and slotted it in.
It was clear now. That wasn’t the same gun Yusung had before.
‘A pistol!’
That explained how Yusung could unleash over twelve shots. A pistol magazine held more rounds than a revolver cylinder.
‘And the power’s higher too!’
At his old damage levels, no amount of shots would have stunned it.
But now, the Dullahan was staggering and bending at the waist before Yusung’s ammo even ran out.
Yusung had definitely been using his old revolver even when traveling with Method Set, disguised as the Western Garden.
Had that been a ruse too?
‘No, it must be from Cooking Day.’
It made more sense that he’d received it along with the armor.
‘Those damn bastards!’
He’d taken quiet pride in reaching this level solo, without joining any guild. But this battle was shaking that belief hard.
Halloween Pumpkin and Method Set, teaming up as guildmates for the contest.
Western Garden and Cooking Day, sparing no aid for Yusung—a far lower level—just because he was guildmates.
Even the Necronomicon copy, the alpha and omega of this contest, was being sold to Beauty Art purely because she was a guildmate.
Despite Beauty Art contributing nothing to obtaining it.
To him, who’d navigated the game alone, it was infuriatingly unfair.
But fair or not, Yusung swapped magazines and resumed firing.
Now the Dullahan no longer exposed its head so openly. It cradled its left arm around it like a sacred relic, trying to block the shots.
But if that alone could block them, more than half the people who’d lost to Yusung would’ve won instead.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Bullets poured relentlessly onto the Dullahan’s head. It finally blocked with its greatsword.
But even without a weak point exposed, there were plenty of places to deal damage. Especially on a big monster like a Dullahan.
This barrage focused on its sword arm. Normally it would swing the arm to dodge, but with the greatsword guarding its head, it couldn’t.
‘Damn it!’
Accumulate enough damage on one area in a short time, and that limb gets temporarily disabled.
Not long ago, he would’ve scoffed. Attacks too weak to stun even on the head couldn’t rack up enough damage to disable a limb.
But not now.
‘If only the armor were intact…’
The armor was in tatters too.
‘No choice?’
The White Skeleton glanced at the shield Dullahan beside him. Created as his bodyguard, given his low direct combat ability. Its large shield could easily block Yusung’s shots.
‘But then my own defense weakens.’
He sorely missed those lost eight Dullahans. With them, new items or broken armor wouldn’t matter—he could’ve crushed Yusung outright.
Thud!
But seeing the sword Dullahan’s arm go limp from concentrated fire, exposing its face, hardened his resolve.
The shield Dullahan headed to the front line.
‘If the two combine their strength…’
At that instant.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
His head snapped back. A stinging sensation. He’d been hit.
It didn’t end there.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Fuck!”
Spitting curses, he hastily recalled the shield Dullahan. The attacks stopped.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
Something ricocheted off the Dullahan’s shield. He cautiously peeked out from behind. Yusung was aiming one gun right at him.
Bang!
‘Damn it!’
He jerked his head back behind the shield.
The moment the shield Dullahan moved away, Yusung had opened fire.
‘What kind of eyesight…!’
Even a weakened Dullahan should give Yusung no breathing room. The level gap was huge. Handling it at full effort should be his limit. Yet he was still checking on him.
‘You damn freak!’
It wasn’t even jealousy anymore. Cursing just made him feel pathetic.
The battle situation worsened by the second.
His Dullahan was in the exact same predicament as the bonus boss from that old video digging up Yusung’s info.
Shots kept hitting weak points, damage accumulating like a drizzle soaking clothes. Its swings barely landed effective hits on Yusung.
Yusung seemed to have calculated exactly how many shots for a stun—he’d hit the head a bit, then switch to other areas.
Then, as the approaching Dullahan swung its sword, he targeted the head for the stun. And pulled back to create distance again.
He couldn’t even curse anymore.
Still, he had to come up with something. Otherwise, he’d lose another Dullahan.
He consciously avoided thinking about his own defeat.
First, he chugged a potion to recover health.
That’s when he saw it.
‘That guy!’
A doll-like figure in the distance.
Too far to see the face. But the outline was visible. The White Skeleton’s expression brightened.
He didn’t remember the name, but it was definitely one of the mercenaries he’d hired.
“Hey!”
The White Skeleton called out loudly. The other seemed to have grasped the situation already, weapon in hand, running over.
‘Not sure how much help, but it boosts our forces.’
But his hope was premature.
Bang!
Yusung stunned the Dullahan. It bent at the waist. In that moment, Yusung holstered his pistol and pulled a different gun from his inventory.
It looked very different from what he’d used so far.
A gun with a long barrel that stood out.
‘A rifle?’
Whether the White Skeleton freaked out or not, Yusung shouldered the rifle and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A slightly louder sound than the pistol.
Thwack!
The mercenary was quite a distance from the White Skeleton. But the White Skeleton could’ve sworn he heard the impact vividly. The mercenary’s reaction was that dramatic.
He’d taken a direct headshot—his head whipped back. Then he staggered backward.
The White Skeleton’s jaw dropped.
No, if a close-range monster like that wielded a long-range weapon—
He shook his head.
‘No, that’s how guns are supposed to be used.’
Even pistols, with shorter range than rifles, were meant for distance. Grappling while holding a gun like Yusung was the weird part.
Bang!
As that thought crossed his mind, another shot rang out. The mercenary’s head snapped back again as he desperately chugged a potion. This time, no mere stagger. His body hit the ground. And soon, it vanished.
Dead in just two shots.
The mercenary might not have invested much in health. But his level was still way higher than Yusung’s.
‘A guy like that dead in two shots…’
Even thinking about it exhausted him.
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After sniping the approaching sword-wielder dead, Yusung stored the rifle back in his inventory. It had a strap, so he wanted to sling it over his shoulder for quick use, but it’d just get in the way mid-battle.
Whoosh!
While he’d turned to the mercenary briefly, the Dullahan recovered from stun and lunged at him again.
Back when they’d met, it was an opponent he couldn’t touch. But now, he could handle it.
Not just the enemy’s clearly off-condition state—the weapons from Cooking Day via Beauty Art were proving hugely effective.
‘So this is gear advantage.’
He finally understood why players craved good items so much.