Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Battle Royale - 2
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This is definitely a jackpot.
Kang Sung-ho clenched his fist tight.
The battle royale battlefield was designated right near his shelter.
According to Da-jeong, the moment she stepped in, it was a grassland with a lake and mountains right in front of her.
It was definitely the place he'd gone to harvest emperor honey on the ATV before.
"Talk about good luck."
On the other hand, it was a bolt from the blue for Da-jeong.
What a golden opportunity to tour Sung-ho's shelter!
She wouldn't be able to stay long, but at least she could see what it looked like.
Every time he mentioned caves or shelters, her imagination had run wild, and now that chance had flown away.
She crossed her arms and started tapping her high heels on the floor.
"Happy?"
"You bet. I can use guns."
"Guns? This is so unfair. Listen to the people of the world! He's turning on cheats and playing the game!"
Of course, there was no one around.
Sung-ho placed both hands on her shoulders.
"Sorry, but can you watch the place until I come back? I want to thin out the competition as much as possible."
"I was planning to anyway."
"...Why?"
Why did that suddenly make him uneasy?
"Gotta make sure you don't run away. Battle royale has the same entrance and exit, right? Don't even think about bolting."
"When did I say anything about running?"
Da-jeong stroked the dimension gate.
"I've gotta rampage with you inside... like a labyrinth."
"A labyrinth?"
Sung-ho's expression turned fierce in an instant.
A labyrinth meant a massive dungeon.
Full of monsters, it was one of Survival Life's endgame contents.
It was so tough that countless users died in them, and even mid-game veterans like him weren't exempt.
He grabbed Da-jeong by the collar.
"That reminds me... you and Bunny Duo always got me killed..."
"Uh, yeah? Did we?"
Da-jeong turned her head, pretending not to know, and Sung-ho tightened his grip.
Every time those two lunatics summoned him, he'd pack up and head into the labyrinth.
He had to solo through horrific monsters that were rare outside.
And after linking up, he'd get dragged into their crazy antics and die constantly.
Bunny Duo would attack monsters while doing handstands, and Duck Down Quack would grab someone's ankle and hurl them at the beasts.
That someone was always Kimbap Lover.
"Giant Swing is for grabbing monsters, not me."
"Heh heh."
"What's so funny?"
Sung-ho released her collar and stowed his gear in the shelter.
Once he'd packed everything, including his dimension slot items, Da-jeong stuck out her tongue in amazement.
"You're a walking armory."
"Sucks that I can't use any inside."
"Whoa... anyone'd think you actually regret it. Isn't all the real danger inside?"
"How about using the drone to scout enemy positions?"
Da-jeong was speechless.
She knew he had a drone, but using it in battle royale?
This went beyond cheating—it was downright cowardly.
Of course, Sung-ho was plenty cowardly, and he was ready to keep being so.
"You're ruthless... Do you really need to go that far? Guns alone would end it."
Sung-ho shrugged.
"You gotta win the game before you start playing for real."
His logic was that in a life-or-death game, thorough prep was essential.
Anyway, he said he'd be back soon and slipped into the dimension gate.
"Doesn't entering through your own gate count for verification?"
Win it all, but no conclusion? That'd be anticlimactic, so thorough it is.
Da-jeong stationed ten ghouls outside the dimension gate and headed into a nearby house.
Two zombies munching on rice bared their teeth at her.
She snapped her fingers, and ghouls charged in, smashing the zombies and hurling them out the window.
Kyaaah—
"Hmm..."
Da-jeong crossed her arms and peered out the window.
She saw a few survivors approaching the dimension gate only to be chased off by ghouls.
Of course, with multiple entrances, others could still enter.
Few Koreans among them... probably...
She recalled the Incheon incident.
Not far from here.
'Geom-in's probably not still around...'
No info since he left the government shelter, so who knows where he was.
That unease gnawed at her.
Geom-in would pull tricks and run a battle royale among the Chinese crowd.
'Always scheming the same way.'
To her, Sung-ho and Geom-in were cut from the same cloth.
The former succeeded through meticulous prep every time; the latter flopped repeatedly due to sloppiness.
That trait gap was insurmountable.
So...
"Stay away, Geom-in. You'll die."
The event lasted until one victor remained.
If Geom-in entered the same battlefield as Sung-ho, his death was all but certain.
No way, right?
Da-jeong loathed him, but didn't wish him dead.
Not yet.
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Stepping onto the familiar grassland sapped my strength instantly.
Sounds from all directions cut off simultaneously.
My strength and perception plummeted.
"Oh, come on."
All stats unified at 10, and every skill I'd grinded for vanished.
Blame it on Shackles of the Battlefield.
It only applied inside the battlefield—back outside, everything normalized.
No testing now.
I hid behind a nearby tree and scanned the area.
"Open dimension gate."
Damn.
The nearly invisible gate turned a vivid blue, screaming visibility, and bonus effects were gone.
"No dimension slots, no dimension walls—nothing works."
What a mess.
But everyone was in the same boat, so fair game.
If they knew my setup, they'd grab my collar and scream unfair.
"The world's always unfair anyway."
First, head to the shelter.
I dimension-gated there, launched the drone.
Battlefield open, but event start still had time.
About two hours...
Waiting for participants.
Scout with drone, plan farming routes and survival strat before kickoff.
"Yeopo meta again it is."
Yeopo meta meant hyper-aggressive play.
Hunt enemies proactively, steal loot, kill priority.
Brief hides okay if aggressive, but camping drops you to chicken meta.
All my made-up terms, of course.
"Not many play it anyway..."
Stealth meta, farming meta—whatever, meaningless.
Guns were king-god-general-weapon.
"The gun'll handle everything."
Everyone starts with clubs and knives, upgrades to long knives, bows—then boom, guns.
Balance? Ruined.
"But being the ruin makes it feel pretty good."
I packed the Tokarev and ammo in my backpack.
"Different calibers, huh..."
My guns: MP335, Tokarev, K2, revolver—all incompatible ammo.
Silenced MP335 had just 10 rounds.
"Main this and crossbow, revolver for emergencies..."
Wanted K2 for long-range, but too flashy.
No dimension slot? Carrying it'd make me golden goblin bait.
"Where's everyone...?"
I refocused watching the drone feed.
Killing first aggressors differed from event kills.
They might not even know it's battle royale.
But...
"Here, it's all about striking first."
Perception nerfed—no dodging arrows.
Best: spot first, strike first.
Luckily, my base was solid.
Concrete-level.
"All here."
Drone reached battlefield airspace.
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Survival Life had two battle royale events.
First: dropped into another dimension.
Second: in players' city.
Second was way harder, unavoidable.
Character deletion if unprepared.
Good thing second came mid-game onward—no worry now.
I cautiously maneuvered the drone, observing below.
"Clueless newbies, or...?"
Plenty wandering, looking around.
Pairs mostly, some solos.
Grassland battlefield—few hides: trees, rocks, mountains, lake.
"Ends at the lake, probably."
Battlefield starts huge, shrinks over time.
Monsters form the "wall" like deathmatch.
Not dense like zombie walls, but powerhouses outside make escape tough.
Nerfed specs vs. werewolves or owl bears? Death.
Hence, no one leaves.
"They're moving."
Drone showed all forest monsters mobilizing.
Forming the battlefield.
"Were there always that many...?"
I'd hunted plenty since basing here, but this swarm dwarfed it.
Goblins, kobolds, hobgoblins, orcs—even lizardmen.
"Those live in swamps."
Northern swamp, maybe poison frogs too.
Later...
I marked people’s looks and positions on the map.
No drone in panic—eyeball it.
Update trails on moves, check loot.
...Standard battle royale guide stuff.
"With guns, who cares."
Pop 'em on sight.
Save bullets—crossbow preferred.
Heading north to snowy peaks, spotted someone hiding in forest.
Unlike flustered survivors, he was calm.
"Korean, maybe..."
Lowered drone—acquaintance.
Baek Geom-in.
Same battlefield.
"Idiot."
Why not Seoul?
Wait.
Might've skipped on purpose.
Not my level intel, but he knew battle royale timing.
"Planned for Chinese crowds?"
Smart, but drawing me was his misfortune.
Didn't know my spot?
He gripped fist at passing valley deer.
One deer froze in light.
"Seen that before."
Bind skill? Vivid Busan memory.
Doesn't work with obstacles.
Grassland—few, lucky for him.
Fist clenched, archery stance.
Assume two traits.
Mapped his position.
Killing here not bad, but...
"President guy's annoying."
Da-jeong said Jang Won-taek and Baek Geom-in cooperated, not allies.
Unlikely to change.
Geom-in too greedy.
"That Joo Seung-chul too—tons to check."
I targeted government shelter cracks.
Exploit for guns, gear—killing Geom-in counterproductive.
"You're the troll."
Trolls cause infighting, cracks.
I left Geom-in to fate.
Glitch him out if possible; else, kill.
50/50.
"Time to move."
Recalled drone, packed weapons and supplies, called Dingo and Dingo-soon.
"Dingo-soon, patrol nearby—chase off intruders. Bite if needed. Got it?"
She stared blankly.
Dingo's eyes asked what about me.
"Borrowing her a bit."
Woof.
"I'll return her. Just one day."
Grrr—
Dingo-soon sulked at being left behind.
Already possessive of her mate.
Dingo bounced happily—monster-free forest stroll.
We blitzed valley, pierced monsters.
Positioned at forest-grassland border.
Dingo growled at rear monsters.
"Shh. Safe now."
Real battle royale begins.
Monsters shrink field hourly—evade, survive.
No fixed time, but usually ends in a day.
Hid behind tree, eyed grassland quietly.
This setup? Everyone hides in forest.
Items respawn more there.
"Early game's trash anyway..."
No need to loot.
My job: hunt looters.
"Near wall, they won't suspect."
Worked well in Survival Life.
Fear walls—don't know forming monsters ignore you.
With Dingo, crept to monster wall carefully.
Goblins etc. drooling, oblivious.
"Dumbed down completely."
Like speedrun monsters ignoring players.
Perception crash does that?
Or enchanted.
I patrolled forest leisurely.
Dingo sneaking beside—funny or what.
People appeared.
Two shocked at rock-spawned club and knife.
"Why'd these spawn? No monsters killed."
"Maybe the event itself? Breadtubes said game overlays reality."
True, but potty mouths.
No hesitation—fired crossbow.
Bolt sprouted in one's back; he screamed, slumped over rock.
"Wh-what?!"
What? Early trash-mob loot crossbow.
Longbow great, but bulky without dimension slot.
Crossbow best—guns aside.
Reloaded against ground, scanned for the other.
Gone.
"Dingo, find."
Silver wolf crouched, dashed into forest.
Hunt on.
Battle Royale - 2 End