The Lightning God's Rampage
The crowd erupted as Yu Ri-ra flashed her signature bright grin.
Everyone in the waiting room froze, utterly dumbfounded.
Wow… I thought she was innocent, but that thick skin of hers…
Who the hell do you think dragged this match out this long?
Does she not remember dying seventeen times?
Which of the following is NOT how an AD Carry who died 17 times would act?
1) Embarrassed. Completely deflated, sulking in the corner.
2) Sorry to the team. Starts crying.
3) Doesn't know what to do and gets so mad at herself she kicks the locker.
4) Claims she's "got the feel for it now" and beams with a bright smile.
If you asked a hundred random people on the street, all one hundred would pick option four. This wasn’t a hunter thing or a civilian thing. It was a matter of common sense.
Yet right now, Yu Ri-ra was doing the impossible with that innocent little face of hers.
In a way, it was actually kind of impressive.
“……Heh heh.”
At least one person here—Kim Jong-pil—sincerely thought she was amazing.
Seventeen deaths in her debut match.
Anyone else would have been crushed so deep into the ground they’d never crawl out. Yet here she was, smiling from the bottom of her heart without a shred of shame.
Kim Jong-pil liked that.
That’s right. An AD Carry needs at least this much ego.
Among the legendary AD Carries of the past, there had always been an unusual number of absolute weirdos.
That was because the weight they carried was different. Though people casually called them “AD Carry,” the official term was Attack Damage Carry.
Their one and only mission was to carry.
They had to bring victory.
And to do that, they needed to be willing to throw everything away.
They had to toss their guilt into the gutter, monopolize every resource, greedily snatch every kill without hesitation, and sometimes even use their own teammates as sacrifices to deal damage and secure the win. That was the role of an AD Carry.
In that sense, the Yu Ri-ra I’ve watched from the sidelines has all the makings of an excellent AD Carry.
Even after dying seventeen times, that opinion hadn’t changed one bit.
Yu Ri-ra had kept her promise.
— “It’s okay to make mistakes, so be aggressive and try everything.”
She hadn’t feared failure. She had charged forward every single time.
— “If you see an angle, take it. Don’t be afraid of death.”
Whenever she spotted an opening, she had rushed in like a demon. Even if her timing had been slightly off and it looked like she was just “throwing,” the plays had been worth attempting.
That was why—
— “Show me your potential.”
She showed it.
While everyone else was fixated on the seventeen deaths, this peerless commander had noticed the one kill in the final team fight—when she had torn through the enemy lines and landed a perfect headshot on the enemy AD Carry.
That was exactly the angle Kim Jong-pil had been watching for.
“We’re running the same lineup for the next set.”
“……!!”
“……!!”
The moment Yu Ri-ra was confirmed for another starting appearance—when everyone had assumed she would be benched—the waiting room exploded with emotion.
Shock. Dismay. Disappointment. And finally, the faintest trace of discontent.
It was only natural. These were veterans who had written their own chapter of League 4 history. They had struggled to climb into League 3, only to be pushed aside by a complete rookie.
There probably wasn’t a single hunter who could accept that without complaint.
Of course, none of them had the courage to voice their dissatisfaction to the man they all revered as the Mountain King.
“Yu Ri-ra.”
“Yes!”
“This is the last chance I’m giving you this season. If you don’t prove yourself this set, you won’t see the battlefield again for the rest of the season.”
“Understood!”
Even after receiving such harsh words, Yu Ri-ra still wore that sunny smile.
Kim Jong-pil found her bold attitude charming. He gave her a light pat on the shoulder as he moved to walk past her.
At that moment, Yu Ri-ra grabbed his collar.
“Um, Grandpa.”
“It’s Captain.”
“Ah, right. Captain, I have a favor to ask.”
“Hm?”
“Just a second—lean in.”
“Heh heh.”
As Yu Ri-ra whispered into his ear, a spark of intense interest flared in Kim Jong-pil’s eyes.
“……Hoh. Can you really pull it off?”
“Yes! I can do it! Let’s gooo!”
Yu Ri-ra pumped her tiny fists with overflowing fighting spirit.
“Alright then. Show me what you’ve got.”
With a flash of light, the third set began.
* * *
The situation Yu Ri-ra had whispered about arrived even faster than expected.
About four minutes after the match started, the enemy bot lane had grown slightly lax.
Yu Ri-ra, who had never lost focus for a second, caught it immediately and glanced sideways. Kim Jong-pil, who had been manipulating tree branches to guard her, noticed her signal as well.
— “The enemy AD Carry and support are seven steps apart. When I give the signal, please separate them.”
Yu Ri-ra closed her eyes, then opened them again. Countless “paths” appeared within her pupils.
She raised her internal speed with Lightning Speed.
One stack on a minion. Two stacks on the support. Three stacks on another minion. Four stacks on the support again….
She had to be precise.
A single missed shot would reset all stacks. Even waiting too long would cause them to expire. One bullet at a time, she built her stacks as carefully as constructing a tower.
The key here was acting.
She could not let them realize her speed had increased. Instead, she had to make them lower their guard just like the rookie she had been in the previous set.
I’m slow. I’m absolute trash. I’m the idiot who died seventeen times.
She had said it so casually, but in truth this was an insane feat.
Lightning Speed was an SSS-rank trait counted among the three great kings of mobility. Naturally, its power was terrifying.
At twenty stacks, her speed would increase nearly fivefold by the numbers. Right now, she was forcibly suppressing that power.
It was like flooring the gas pedal and then slamming the brakes at the same time. Her body screamed in protest with every movement, yet her expression never changed.
If she put even the slightest strength into her thighs, she would shoot forward like a bullet. That was the Yu Ri-ra that Lee Shin knew as the “White Reaper.”
Extreme bodily control.
The sovereign of speed.
Six and a half steps… six and a half and a half…
Half, half, half, half….
She chanted the numbers like a spell as she waited. The moment the distance finally opened up—
She transformed.
Her previously hesitant movements became those of a predator.
Her previously unfocused eyes overflowed with wild madness.
“Now!”
The sound of a magazine being swapped rang out as Kim Jong-pil’s tree branches tore through the enemy formation.
A wooden wall rose between the enemy AD Carry and support.
The startled enemy AD Carry instinctively began backpedaling to prepare for the incoming attack and searched for Yu Ri-ra.
But—
She’s gone?!
It had only been a split second. He had only looked away for a moment.
She had vanished. Disappeared!
As a pro, he immediately stopped searching and activated his area-of-effect skill first.
Since his opponent used a pistol, their range was superior. Rather than chasing a ghost with no plan, it was safer to deny space. That was his reasoning.
Fortunately, he successfully cast his AoE skill, Arrow Shower. A rain of arrows immediately began falling in a five-meter radius around him.
He let out a sigh of relief, thinking the danger had passed….
It was a complacent thought.
“Guhk!”
His side was pierced. A bullet had lodged precisely in the seam between two pieces of his armor.
Bang!
His knee buckled next. Blood sprayed from the tiny gap between his thigh and knee plate.
Ratatatatat—!!
Five more gunshots. Five more bullets.
Five screams. Five wounds.
The Colosseum system might reduce physical pain, but it could not erase psychological shock.
He froze in horror at the bullet holes riddling his body.
This… this is…
Every single shot had struck exactly at the seams of his armor.
That kind of precision was impossible without prior knowledge.
“Since when…?”
The moment the man’s knees fully gave out and his feet stopped moving—
Click. A cold sensation pressed against the back of his head.
Even as arrows continued raining from the sky, Yu Ri-ra had somehow gotten behind him without leaving a single trace.
“First death—side.”
“……?”
“Second death—knee. Third—wrist. Fourth—shoulder……”
Yu Ri-ra had counted every single one.
Even in the moment of her seventeen deaths, she had never once looked away.
All for this very moment.
“Sixteen left.”
“!!”
“See you again.”
Bang—!
She pulled the trigger.
The enemy vanished in a burst of light.
“Mmm~ The sweet taste of revenge.”
She sang cheerfully as she pulled the trigger again.
Bang—!
* * *
People often say humans are visual creatures. That was because sight occupied such a massive portion of the five senses.
That was why Yu Ri-ra was incredibly well-suited to capturing the public’s hearts.
— “She’s so fast! Way too fast!! It’s hard to even follow her with your eyes!”
— “She leaps over walls like lightning, slips into their blind spots, draws their attention with threatening shots, then uses clever movement through the brush to dribble five people at once. At the same time, she measures distance with surgical precision to maintain her speed and completely disrupts the enemy’s positioning. Then her teammates swarm in from all sides! She waits for that exact moment and lands a perfect headsh—aaaahhh!”
— “Where’s the ‘Best Commentator’ necklace? Send this guy to Show Me The Money!”
Yu Ri-ra’s plays drove people crazy.
Because she was fast, unbelievably flashy, and so dazzling you couldn’t look away.
— “This is a completely different kind of shock from Hunter Park Su-bin. If Park Su-bin’s plays left people stunned, Hunter Yu Ri-ra’s plays make people scream. She’s driving everyone insane!”
— “Aggression, refreshing speed, and movement without a shred of fear! Ladies and gentlemen, I will bet my entire casting career on this. Hunter Yu Ri-ra is going to blow up. She has star power!”
— “It’s another 5v5 standoff. Both teams are grouping in front of ‘Fenrir’! The pace of this match is incredible!!”
— “This is so exciting! The match is so excit—huh?!?”
— “Yu Ri-raaaaa—?!?!”
In that instant, during the 5v5 standoff, Yu Ri-ra suddenly burst forward.
It wasn’t just the caster and commentators who were shocked by the sudden mistake after she had been playing so well.
Her own teammates were stunned.
“……!!”
So was the enemy team locked in the standoff.
“……!!”
Everyone was startled. They scrambled forward in a panic.
Her teammates rushed to protect the fed Yu Ri-ra who had already secured twelve kills, while the enemy team charged with the mindset that if they could just kill that twelve-kill monster, they would win.
As both sides rushed forward and formations collapsed….
The moment the enemy AD Carry leaned forward, he suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped dead.
He had seen it. The witch licking her lips.
Whenever that witch licked her lips, someone always died. His own seven deaths proved it.
That wasn’t a mistake!
“Retreat—!!”
And his instinct was correct.
It wasn’t a mistake. It was a bait!
Kim Jong-pil raised a river like he was shaking out a blanket and slammed it down.
Water isn’t just for you to use, he seemed to declare. The river surged upward following his hand, and the resulting spray completely robbed the battlefield of vision.
The stage was set.
Time to start the show.
A bullet pierced through the rising spray, aimed directly between the eyes.
The moment the staff shook and the cast was canceled, five more bullets pierced eyes, mouth, and throat.
The bullets lodged in the seams of the heavily armored support and tank robbed them of mobility. When the team pounced, they took the finishing blows.
Finally, she pressed the muzzle against the back of the panicked enemy AD Carry’s head.
“Seventeen kills.”
When the scattered water finally fell back to the ground…
Yu Ri-ra stood in the middle of the enemy formation. Not a single person behind her was still alive.