Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Chapter 15
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Sweet Guy of the Reversed World
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"Fire Shot."
Bang.
A crisp gunshot rang out.
The moment I donned the suit, my gun barrel locked straight onto the Alligator Warrior ahead.
The bullet that had pierced the body of the Orc Wife—the mistress of the 8th floor—countless times.
Would its power hold up against the apex predator of the dungeon's depths?
"Kieeeek?!"
Fortunately, it seemed to hit just right.
"The alligator monster... fell backward."
Thud!
What, did it mistake my bullet for a pea shooter?
The Alligator Warrior barreled forward without a care in the world, only to take a burning gunshot to the gut and tumble ass-over-end.
A agonized roar came free as a bonus.
But no matter how I sliced it, it wasn't a lethal hit.
Click-clack-click.
"Fire Shot, Double Ready."
"Grrr...!"
No mercy, no breather.
With that in mind, I summoned a pistol to my free hand and unloaded a frenzy of shots at the beast scrambling back to its feet.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Right then, a chill ran down my spine.
For a beast the size of a damn house, how was it this nimble? And this wasn't even its swampy jungle turf.
Yet it weaved through every bullet like it was swimming lazy laps.
"What the..."
No, to be precise, a few rounds clipped it mid-dodge in quadrupedal scramble.
But the hits landed on what everyone knew was the alligator's thickest armor—its back shell.
No real damage to speak of.
My bullets could only punch into the soft, squishy innards.
"KRAAAAA!"
"Ngh?!"
Brushing off the fiery slugs like nothing, the Alligator Warrior closed the gap to my nose in a blink.
Its jaws yawned wide—I bolted back on pure survival instinct.
Big mistake.
It never planned to kill me anyway.
"Gruk!"
All it wanted was to snag this "male" alive.
Neutralize me for later "fun."
And for a guy to get it up? Limbs are optional.
Wham—!
"Guh?!"
Faking a lunge as I leaped airborne, it whipped around lightning-quick and smashed me with its fat tail.
The impact could've pulped my body without killing—sent me blasting through a big building in the line of fire, right into its guts.
Crash.
"Urk...!"
Hurt like a motherfucker.
Pain I'd never known.
Ranking lifetime agonies? Right behind that Fire Cannon I unleashed on the orc horde back on 8.
Every bone throbbed like hell.
Blood pooled thick in my mouth.
"H-Hold on... Helmet off."
I ditched the helmet first, hacking up the gore surging up my throat.
Bleed-out that'd floor any normie ages ago.
But this E-rank awakened hunter bod? Clung to life by a thread.
Gotta hand it to the Alligator Warrior—strength control on point.
"Everything aches so bad... Bones busted?"
"ICU it is..."
A heavy sigh escaped as I eyed the status.
Discharged just this morning—not even days ago—and now readmit by dinner?
Hunter ward VIP life incoming?
"Fire Cannon...?"
Sure, Fire Cannon was my strongest skill by far.
My gut said it'd chew through mid-layers easy.
Just two catches to firing it off.
"But I can't heft the barrel solo."
Yeah, that'd let me train the barrel on the Alligator Warrior.
But the real kicker was next.
"Charge time's way too long. It'll paste me mid-buildup."
"Not using humans as bait, FYI."
I knew its angle—cut it dead.
The status window? On my team, sure.
But its "help"? Pure game min-maxing. Efficiency über alles.
"......"
Truth? No better win con popping in this mess.
But still.
You don't tool humans like meat shields. We're all people.
Plus, Earth equality upbringing?
"Pathetic."
"How's a real man supposed to cower behind girls?"
Hunter or not—hiding behind kids? Nah.
Worse than last life, same as before.
Better die on your feet than live on knees.
Suddenly?
Whatever.
I live my way—no one's turning me soft.
"...Huh?"
Title name's kinda off, no?
Wait—job's Female Submission Hunter from jump.
Root issue there?
Like it or hate it? Tough call.
"Whoa?!"
Orc vibes all over again.
Reversal shot, my way.
"Hmm... Wondered where it'd holed up—sprawled in a dump like this?"
Rooftop of a building at the Hannam-dong intersection.
Up top stood the one who'd just sealed two Black Portals, tracking kin aura.
Petite frame made her look kid-sized, but one of Korea's hunter elite.
Supreme Lee Clan's second heir.
Lee Miran.
"Fresh D-rank and first to bail? Kin shame, for real."
She'd ditched the fussy hanbok like her baby sis long ago.
Pressing her usual beret down firm, Lee Miran scanned the intersection scene sharp.
"That's... an Alligator Warrior? Jinxed into the 9th floor's top killer. Vehicle pileup to stall it... Sigh, state'll cover damages."
The Alligator Warrior hugged tight to one big building, head swiveling like it hunted something.
Thirty meters off? There lay Lee Seolgi, out cold beside civilians, cozy-like.
Kindergarten kid clutched to her chest, uniform and all.
"Crystal. Seolgi lost to the Alligator Warrior—now some hunter's baiting in her stead inside."
No other way a monster ghosts prime eats to poke empty rooms.
"...Gotta rescue?"
Seolgi solo? Let it gnaw her hunter dreams away, save post-mangle.
Broken goods? Off my radar.
Civvies though—call it fortune.
"Lucky break, lil' sis."
Her big sis, age gap near double.
Lee Miran sighed deep, gearing to mince the house-sized gator in seconds.
...Click.
"Hm?"
Mid-leap to street level light-foot.
"Ice Shot, Ready."
"That's... a chambering rack?"
"Encounter."
Bang!
Crisp gunshot echoed.
Monster brawl, non-PvP? Noise is dead weight.
Cannon? Maybe.
Guns? Just racket to dungeon critters.
Trapped civvie, not hunter?
"Dangerous!"
Prob some armed normie inside.
Lee Miran toed off the wall mid-drop, diving straight for the Alligator Warrior.
But then.
"Kieeeek!"
What fresh hell?
"...Huh?"
Human tech leaped light-years?
Elsewise impossible.
Pre-mid dungeon apex.
Orc Wife—D-rank hero shredder—gets bullet marks?
"Nah, frostbite scars."
Zoom: right arm's rugged hide bore icy blue freeze-brand.
'Reptile trumps monster—colds weak spot. Sniffed it, shot it?'
But how?
Prior: ice ammo for monsters real?
BS.
Hunter Association bankrupt eons back if so.
Musing, she window-planted descending the building—with the monster's screech emerged the enigma from inside.
Over-armored head to toe...
"...Whoa?!"
The suited male cracked her stone face—first thaw in three decades.
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