Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Inside the Train
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Right now, the enemies in front of me were kobolds and manaeaters, and if I expanded my senses to scan the surroundings...
'Goblins, orcs, kobolds, slimes, manaeaters.'
Five types of monsters in total, four dead, and dozens injured...
'Haa...'
With this level of casualties, it's definitely hitting the news. No doubt about it.
Once I start hunting those monsters, whether it's good or bad, my face will be all over the world.
But right now, I don't have a mask or anything to cover my face, and ignoring people dying pricks at my conscience...
'Screw it.'
I'll ask Camellia Flower to handle the media later.
For now, deal with the aftermath later—focus on the present.
That's how I've decided to live.
'Alright, then... let's do this.'
Once you've made up your mind, charge straight ahead.
I drew the pistol from my waist, swapped the magazine, chambered a round, and fired at the manaeater in front of me.
Baang—!
Maybe because of the .45 ACP rounds paired with the pistol, the bullet sluggishly wobbled through the air at a snail's pace.
Of course? The manaeater yawned and dodged the attack effortlessly.
Then it charged straight at me.
The sight of that centipede-like monster barreling toward me was utterly grotesque.
'Gotcha.'
Well, if it's closing the distance for me, that's all the better.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) GLOCK 21 → Benchmade Nimravus
I transformed the Glock 21 into a dagger, gripped it reverse, and closed in on the manaeater.
"—!"
The manaeater bared its teeth and lunged at me.
"Where do you get off baring your teeth at a human, you bastard?"
I kept running toward it until the distance closed enough, then slid across the floor like a baseball slide to dodge its attack.
I immediately righted myself and slashed the manaeater's throat.
Then, to prevent regeneration, I carved out its heart and head, chopping them into tiny pieces.
"One down."
After taking down the manaeater, I bolted down the train aisle.
Past collapsed ceilings, wrecked seats, shattered glass, and the red blood staining the floor, I kept going.
Thud—!
As I ran, a kobold lurking somewhere jumped out and swung a club at me.
I twisted my body to dodge, then stabbed its heart with the dagger. With a flick of my wrist, I ripped the heart out.
Splatter—!
Pulling out the heart sprayed dull, glowing filthy blood everywhere.
On my hands, the floor, the ceiling—everywhere. Damn it.
"Ugh, so gross..."
I wiped the kobold blood off my hands and pressed forward.
"Gruk? Grrrruk!"
This time, a horde of goblins came swarming.
About a dozen or so crammed into the narrow train car—it was suffocating even for me.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) Benchmade Nimravus → PPSh-41
"For mass slaughter, this is the best."
Time to switch weapons, then.
Come on, monsters.
Taste the bullets of a fallen empire.
"Let's see..."
The Papasha's 71-round drum magazine holds exactly 71 bullets.
I gripped the gun, placed my finger on the trigger... and pulled.
Target: the goblin horde right in front of me.
I aimed and squeezed the trigger.
Dratatatatatat—!
It sounded like ripping thick bedsheets in one go, pounding my eardrums.
Casings sprayed upward like a fountain, muzzle flashes blazing nonstop.
The goblins crumbled helplessly under the mighty 900 RPM.
"Grrrruk!"
"Gruk! Krruk!"
Head, heart, legs, feet, arms, ankles, throat, lungs, liver—bullets shredded every part of their bodies into rags.
Dratatatatatat...!
"Huh? Already empty."
I was having so much fun spraying bullets, and boom—71 rounds gone already. Damn it.
Still, it wiped out the goblins, so good job, Papasha. Well done.
"Heave-ho."
Trampling goblin corpses, I advanced to the last foes: a massive orc surrounded by countless slimes.
This must be the front of the train, but where are all the people?
Along my path back, I'd seen some survivors and moved them to the rear, but nothing here.
Hmm...
"They're dead."
Scanning again to confirm—no signs of life. Everyone's gone.
15... no, about 17 dead?
A few must've fled to the bathroom or outside; the rest are dead...
"This is gonna be a hassle later... tsk."
If I'd known it'd blow up like this, I never would've gotten on this damn train.
Now I'll have to write statements, give interviews as a witness... haa, fuck...
Such a pain...
"Pay for wasting my time, you rotten bastards."
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) PPSh-41 → MG42
Completely different from the light-yet-heavy Papasha: heavy and hefty, our beloved MG42.
It's old, but old means it survived.
"Ahh... look at this big, beautiful beast."
No modern laser sight, recoil control's a bitch, and at 11.5kg it's insanely heavy—flaws galore.
But it crushes them all with its strengths.
Heh heh...
"Alright then... taste Hitler's buzzsaw."
Ch-chak—
Sample 1500 RPM, you foolish monsters.
I aimed through the crude iron sights, finger on the trigger, and unleashed.
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiing—!
The trigger ripped forth a roar like an electric saw tearing flesh, echoing everywhere.
The buzzsaw spat 7.92mm rounds at a insane 1500 RPM, shredding the orc into rags effortlessly.
"!——!!!!!"
The orc screamed in agony, but our buzzsaw tore its entire body apart.
The slimes beside it were bonuses.
Of course, Grandpa Buzzsaw's barrel started melting under the sustained 1500 RPM, but so what?
Guns are consumables anyway—spray away.
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiing—!
Ignoring the melting barrel, I kept pouring lead.
The eardrum-shattering rip of tearing canvas—this feeling...
Clink, clatter clatter clatter...
Emptying all rounds left casings rolling softly across the floor.
A pungent gunpowder scent wafted everywhere.
"Haa... perfect."
The orc was shredded head to toe like a rag, slimes reduced to liquid puddles.
Slime goo soaking the floor amid rolling casings... a beautiful sight.
Bullet marks scarred the train, but who cares? Ceiling's collapsed, doors smashed, people's dead anyway.
"Time to head back."
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) MG42 → GLOCK 21
Transformed the hefty buzzsaw back to a small pistol and holstered it carefully.
Then back to the rear of the train... where the people were.
I turned, savoring the acrid gunpowder stinging my lungs amid the hot air.
"Did they call it in?"
I was so focused on killing monsters I forgot to report it—hope someone did.
"Might bounce."
Once cops and hunters arrive, no escaping... ah...
Statements, explanations... aaaah, my precious time...
But too many witnesses to just run.
"No choice... haa..."
Guess I stay.
Pulled out my phone and quickly logged into Hadal.
-Tree Tree: Gonna be late
-Tree Tree: Got swept into a gate, looks like 2-3 hours delay. Sorry, heading down soon.
At least messaged Camellia Flower... haa...
"Back we go..."
trudging away from the blood-and-gunpowder zone toward the people.
Feels like a cow heading to the slaughterhouse... who knows.
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