Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Constellation Gallery EP.6
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Thud!
A massive, beast-like body tumbled forward.
Dark red blood oozed from the bullet hole embedded in its wolf-shaped face.
No movement. It was definitely over.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, wondering if blood had splattered, but it was clean.
Less of a mess than expected.
"Haa..."
I let out a sigh without realizing it.
It seemed straightforward, but considering the distance, it had been closer than I'd thought.
If it hadn't flinched at the warning shot to the head and kept charging... If I'd missed even once...
'I'd be the one who'd gotten hit.'
Even with that realization, I didn't feel any chills or fear about nearly dying.
What I felt now was... something like...
My aim sucked?
I checked the corpse again. A thick tactical bulletproof vest caught my eye. Looked high quality.
I stripped it off and took it.
Just in case, I rummaged through the pockets.
'Hang on, this feels pretty heavy. What's this?'
I struggled to pull out something too big for one hand, then hurriedly shook my hand off.
"Argh! Fuck! What the hell!"
To be precise, it wasn't just like one—it was an actual dick.
I scrunched up my brow and searched the pockets again, but all I got was that unpleasant texture redux. No gains.
Then, the werewolf's thick fist went limp, and the objects it had been gripping rolled out.
Three glass vials.
One filled with a deep golden liquid, the other two with pale red.
'What's this?'
The moment I looked at them with curiosity, the status window reacted automatically.
Oh, recovery potions? Guess he stocked up expecting a drawn-out fight.
More importantly, just looking at them and wondering brings up the info?
I tried staring at random roadside junk with curiosity, but nothing popped up.
Seems like only shop-bought stuff works.
'Hang on, then this...?'
I checked the bulletproof vest I'd grabbed just in case.
Sure enough, info appeared.
'Bought from the shop, as expected.'
No way to get a vest perfectly sized for that bulk so quickly other than the 'shop.'
Sure, there might be ways to scrounge one, but no way he anticipated transforming and prepped for it.
Anyway, stocking potions and a vest shows he prepared thoroughly... but it ended up sloppy.
Wonder how much these farmed items are worth.
I opened the shop and searched right away.
Like with the gun, searching vague terms like 'potion' brought up the relevant list.
Probably shows anything related to the concept. Like an algorithm.
'Pretty pricey, though.'
Chump change for a guy with 100 million gold, but compared to gold from ghouls, definitely expensive.
Either way, solid loot for me.
'He mentioned something about levels earlier, but no level up? Isn't a werewolf a tough catch?'
I'll find out later. For now, test-run: down a low-grade bio recovery potion.
That ghoul wound's been nagging me.
I shook the small vial lightly.
This volume's about a shot of soju.
I uncorked it and chugged.
"Urk...!"
Instantly, agony surged from my slashed arm.
Burning hotter than hot.
Like pouring alcohol on a deep cut.
'Fuck...!'
It was horrific.
Pain that locked my body rigid.
But soon after, the bleeding spot healed clean. Miraculously scar-free.
Even the physical fatigue vanished.
'Effect's legit. But fuck, it hurts like hell.'
If this minor wound hurts this bad, how agonizing is it for serious ones?
The thought crossed my mind.
High-grade one's gonna knock me out, right?
But despite the torment, no fear of never doing it again.
Probably... the 'Spirit of the Constellation.'
Time to move. I slipped on the bulletproof vest.
Too big, but better than nothing... I thought, when it auto-adjusted perfectly to my size.
'Whoa! Shop item perks? User-fit auto-adjust?'
Huge win compared to points spent on the werewolf takedown.
Potions alone were good, but the priciest one fitting like a glove? Jackpot.
I flinched reading the comments.
'...What? If not for the gun, I could've absorbed his money and skills? Kinda wasteful...'
But I snapped out of it.
Without the gun, I couldn't have taken him down anyway.
Best possible outcome. Mental win.
Yeah, unavoidable.
As that thought crossed my mind, the presumed werewolf Constellation posted again.
I read the lament of the Constellation that tried to kill me with pity and satisfaction when a chill wind brushed past.
No, not wind.
"Grraaaaaahhh..."
Eerie groans came from all directions.
'Yeah, the gunshot was loud.'
Ghouls drawn by the noise, it seems.
And sure enough, ghouls appeared.
The monsters shambled toward me.
I calmly raised my gun and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
One ghoul dropped with a perfect headshot, but oddly, no 10-gold reward popped.
'What?'
No reward for gun kills on monsters?
I recalled a gallery post. That's why guns are bad?
'Even without the gun, rewards popping or not is still an issue.'
10 gold per bullet, but if ghoul kills don't always give 10 gold, it's a straight loss.
Unless bigger-reward monsters exist—and even then, unsure if bullets work on them.
'Even if they do, no reward like they say means gold drains too fast.'
Need to test quick, gun aside.
I gripped the frying pan tight again.
'Time for... ghoul massacre hour.'