Chapter 149

Bang!

Pulling the trigger with his index finger, the gun barrel’s end spat out a metal chunk along with heat.

The bullet velocity was roughly 1 kilometer per second.

Too fast to track the trajectory visually.

Also too small to catch with the naked eye.

However, he could see the result.

Along with a faint whooshing sound, he could see fire erupting on the light aircraft.

On the front section of the plane, right at the fuselage directly in front of the cockpit.

-Whoa!

-Why are you so good at ultra-long-range sniping too!

-Maybe the gun was actually a sword all along?

-There’s gunblade techniques you know. Guns are swords, so that’s why he shoots so well!

-All weapons lead back to swords, is that it?

-Indeed, the king of all weapons—all weapons bow to the sword!

“Got it.”

Seo-jun spoke calmly, then handed the gun over to Alpaca so he could confirm as well.

But Alpaca reluctantly didn’t take the gun and said.

“Uh, I don’t really need to check to know…”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You hit a person, so there’s no way you’d miss a plane.”

Is that how it works?

“Hitting that person was just luck.”

“That’s not a distance you can hit with luck!”

Rumi, who was beside them, said with sparkling eyes.

The further the arrival point, the wider the area a bullet can potentially hit becomes.

And the distance to the plane just moments ago had been incredibly far.

With the naked eye, the aircraft looked like a tiny speck, and through the scope, the entire plane fit in view rather than just the target inside the aircraft.

How difficult would it be to hit just one precise point in that vast area?

And if it was luck, what would the probability of hitting that point be?

“Well, I can’t guarantee 100% at that distance.”

Rumi and Alpaca understood the meaning of Seo-jun’s words.

However.

The two of them grinned.

“Alpaca-nim? It seems our ace is being modest.”

“Right? He’s mastered close range with frying pans and long range with sniper rifles, yet he can’t guarantee just one shot? He’s obviously being considerate of the viewers…”

Meanwhile, the car continued driving. The storm was still following them.

-Is this what true team chemistry looks like? LOL

-I can’t stand anything but excessive modesty. Don’t you know how much the streamer brags?

-Alpaca, remember when you got fooled during that old collab stream. Modest? What modest???

-Honestly, if I met a teammate in ranked who solo-cleared the underground for me, I’d immediately start kissing up too.

-LOL

“Ah… Yes.”

Seo-jun couldn’t really argue back and picked up the sniper rifle again.

He checked the chat window before putting his eye to the scope.

-Huh? The streamer’s flustered lmao

-He’s weak to this kind of obvious praise and flattery? Lol

-Have we finally found a strategy!

-Time to raid this boss mob!

-Do we really need to raid a streamer? Lmao

-Then how else are you going to take down someone who deflects bullets with a frying pan?

Seo-jun ignored the chat window as usual.

‘Why is raiding the default option?’

Seo-jun looked through the scope at the plane in the distance.

Through the cylindrical view, black smoke was rising from the front of the aircraft. It was on fire.

“One bullet and it breaks immediately.”

“Well, if something’s that good, it should at least have low durability.”

“Ah.”

Rumi and Alpaca were having a much more relaxed conversation beside him.

The smoke was becoming visible to the naked eye now.

Seo-jun kept the descending plane in his field of vision and asked.

“So what happens to that thing?”

“Its durability gets completely worn down so it can’t fly anymore and has to land.”

Windstorm Sword’s voice came through.

“What about explosions?”

“Unfortunately, there’s no explosion ending. Even when durability is completely depleted, it can still land safely.”

Right.

If it exploded after one hit, that would also be a balance problem.

It’s appropriate that one hit just makes it unusable from then on.

“Well then, even though we hit it, it’ll be hard for us to catch up to them… What should we do now, Seo-jun-nim?”

Basically, the enemies had started first, plus planes were faster vehicles, and they had altitude, so the distance between them was still far.

So even though the plane could only descend from the moment it was hit by the bullet, it was still ahead of them in the high sky.

“What can we do?”

Seo-jun asked them about their remaining options.

He was asking about typical gameplay methods. After all, this was Seo-jun’s first match of Ground Zero.

“Hmm.”

Windstorm Sword thought for a moment and said.

“Normally you don’t try to chase them. Unless they had to bail out with some crazy stunt because the plane broke down. They just need to land and immediately escape. So if we approach, the enemies can hold us off sufficiently. That’s why there’s no choice but to find a position and wait for the next storm to close in, doing the camping meta…”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Thunk!

A bullet flew over and stuck into the ground beside them.

The first enemy Seo-jun had killed was the person who had landed the first shot on their car.

And the bullet that just flew was the result of the streamer in the seat next to him picking up a sniper rifle again and taking a shot.

The person of interest, pantyman, was driving.

Seo-jun was aware of these changes through his scope.

“Gasp. Why didn’t you tell us! Our car will explode if it takes one more shot!”

“I don’t think they’ll hit at this rate. Just keep driving and tell me about other options.”

Needlessly swerving left and right trying to avoid would be more of a loss if they got hit.

And Seo-jun had reason to be confident.

Currently, the plane was moving left and right, tilting its body strangely as it descended, apparently conscious of Seo-jun’s attack.

‘With that flying pattern, how could he hit anything?’

Thunk!

Similarly, another bullet flew but missed and embedded behind them.

“As expected!”

Rumi and Alpaca nodded, saying this was normal.

Ultra-long-range sniping was that difficult.

That’s what the two were communicating to each other with their eyes, but it’s just because the driving is terrible, you know?

-LOL Wave is desperately trying not to crash with all his might

-Is that drunk driving? Someone report him lmao

-Wave Wave riding the waves? (giggling)

-Oh no, boss…

“Otherwise, Seo-jun-nim. There’s the option of just charging right now. We’ll have to break through when the storm catches us anyway.”

When both sides have taken positions and the storm approaches, the team not chosen by the safe zone and lacking in camping skills has no choice but to move.

And when that happens, they’ll have to face the opposing team that’s fully established their position.

It would be better if they were the ones positioned and waiting for the enemy to come, but the probability was just 50%.

“Then let’s charge right now.”

It’s better to assault while the opponent is also in chaos.

“Understood!”

Windstorm Sword put more force into his leg pressing the accelerator. The speed didn’t change. They were already at maximum velocity.

Meanwhile, Seo-jun’s gun barrel continued tracking the plane descending with alcohol-paralyzed brain.

The plane had descended enough that it seemed to be trying to land on the large hill beside their route.

Seo-jun properly captured the side of the plane.

As it tilted left and right like a seesaw, the opponent would be visible, then hidden by the wing.

-Is this an amusement park ride? LOL

-The irregular rhythm makes it even funnier LMAO

-Pantyman drives well!

And then.

The moment the wing was about to come down.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger once more. The distance was much closer than before.

So he felt a bit more confident.

If the earlier ‘headshot’ was lucky, then this time.

1 second later.

[Sword God14–> 1898]

Seeing the message, Seo-jun smiled quietly.

“Wow! But is it okay for us to play the game like this?”

“Is there something else we should be doing? I think it’s fine.”

“Do you like getting carried, Alpaca-nim?”

“Yes!”

“Oh come on, at least I’m working.”

The last comment was from Windstorm Sword. They must have gotten closer during the farming.

-LOL Wave almost got toasted lmao

-Who’s the one who really got toasted?

-18 LOL

-Oh

-He almost cursed from shock lmao

-Well yeah, all their plans got completely screwed because he’s hitting too well LOL

The magnification wasn’t enough to see the enemy’s face, which was disappointing.

Still, he could see the overall situation.

Pantyman gave up driving and moved to the back seat. The plane would crash into the ground by itself soon anyway.

But pantyman took out a sniper rifle and handed it to the user in the seat next to his original position.

What are they trying to do?

The plane was settling down quietly, finishing its hangover. This made it too easy to see.

‘Are they telling him to take a shot?’

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

But no kill message appeared afterward, and Seo-jun silently handed the gun to Alpaca in front of him.

An awkward silence fell over the moving car. The atmosphere was uncomfortable.

The three teammates quickly turned their heads to exchange glances before opening their mouths.

“Haha! Hahaha! Even monkeys sometimes fall from trees!”

Alpaca said while receiving the gun.

“That’s right. Missing a shot isn’t strange at all! Did you not get a headshot? If your headshot rate goes over 30%, that’s already crazy!”

Rumi chimed in.

“Or maybe the enemy is wearing level 3 gear like Seo-jun-nim. If so, they can survive one sniper shot.”

Even Windstorm Sword, who was driving.

Seo-jun chuckled and took out his frying pan.

“No, what am I, some boss who messed up while playing golf? Just aim at the enemies over there.”

“Haha, understood!”

Alpaca watched Seo-jun’s expression carefully.

He wondered if Seo-jun was flustered from experiencing failure for the first time, but fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Instead, his eyes seemed to be blazing with something.

That look.

Was it when he was annoyed? Or when he discovered something interesting?

It wasn’t the common case of a genius being frustrated after experiencing ordinary failure, so he felt relieved and put his eye to the scope to look for the plane.

At that moment.

‘Huh?’

Something black.

No, a bullet was approaching his head in a straight line.

In that instant, Alpaca couldn’t react at all and thought,

‘I’m definitely going to die.’

However.

Clang!

Something blocked his view. He immediately took his eye off the scope to see what it was.

It was the sturdy and dependable iron plate, the ultimate weapon—the frying pan. Following the frying pan back.

“What are you doing? Not going to shoot more?”

Seo-jun, who had climbed onto the car’s hood, came into view.

“Yes? Yes!”

I believed in you! He couldn’t say such words because he was momentarily flustered.

Instead, when he put his eye back to the scope, he could understand the situation.

The plane had crashed into the hill. And the remaining two teammates had quickly gotten out and taken positions, pointing their guns at them.

The important thing was that one other person, Wave wearing only underwear, was standing beside them holding a frying pan instead of a gun.

Now he understood. Why Seo-jun had found it interesting.

-LOL

-Is this the self-strengthening movement? LOL

-They’re pulling this kind of play lmao

“Go ahead and shoot.”

Seo-jun’s voice came from the front, and Alpaca aimed at the enemy sniper’s head who had taken position.

His finger pulled.

Bang!

‘Wow. He’s blocking this.’

Wave protected his teammate just like Seo-jun had done, using his frying pan.

Clang!

And at the same time, a sound came from the front.

‘He’s blocking this too.’

This time it was directed at Seo-jun.

The self-strengthening movement had begun!

The distance was gradually closing.

Alpaca fired several more shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But they were blocked every time.

However.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The attacks from the other side were also blocked, and this situation was just funny.

“Try aiming somewhere other than the head.”

“Understood.”

Following Seo-jun’s advice, Alpaca aimed not at the prone enemy’s head but at the lowest part—the neck area.

And then.

“Oh! He couldn’t block it!”

The enemy who had been shooting fell into an unconscious state, and Seo-jun smiled upon hearing the news.

-Ah lol it’s over

-Turns out Wave was just a discount version of the streamer, he was only timing head blocks

-He was just playing batting practice! LOL

-Strike out!

As expected.

‘But initially he was blocking bullets and kind of taunting, so I can’t just let that slide.’

Seo-jun’s pride as a streamer was calling out to him. He had to respond to the provocation.

Seo-jun didn’t ignore that inner voice and said to Alpaca.

“Now please throw away your gun.”

“Yes?”

“Just drop the sniper rifle on the ground next to you. And Windstorm Sword-nim?”

“Yes?”

* * *

It was over.

Wave looked with disbelief at the car approaching the hill.

More precisely, at the new streamer standing proudly and majestically on the hood of that car.

-Lmao got completely wrecked, huh?

-Got completely wrecked by a first-timer, huh?

-Ah lol blocking with a frying pan isn’t something just anyone can do lmao

-Still fought well though. Against a god, this much is doing pretty good

-For real lol

Did it start going wrong when they lost a teammate on the plane?

Or when they failed the first snipe?

‘Damn.’

He needed to revive his teammate, but the moment he went to revive, the car would arrive.

When that happened, it would be over. No, it was already over.

Still, he wouldn’t die to sniper fire at least, so Wave resolved to show viewers his bullet-blocking skills from now on as he waited for the next shot.

But Alpaca, who had been holding the sniper rifle, threw his gun outside.

“What?”

-Lmao he’s taunting again

-Goblin got treated like this

-That’s the signal for a one-on-one

Ah.

One-on-one?

He understood the intention.

Wave immediately started descending from the hill.

Anyway, this was a lost game—if he could at least recover some honor this way, and if he happened to win, that would be icing on the cake. The game would be lost anyway.

One-on-one.

Could he win?

He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t go down easily.

Step, step, step.

As Wave descended the hill, a jeep-like car approached closer.

Vrooooom!

“Alright. Let’s see who’s better with a frying pan…!”

Wave gripped his frying pan tightly and steeled his resolve.

Huh?

Why isn’t it stopping?

The car hit his body directly and drove past.

-LOL traffic accident LMAO

-Is this a deer ending? LOL

-You ordered a one-on-one but we’ve sent you a reincarnation truck instead ^^

-???: Let’s see who’s better with a frying pan! Screech! Crash!

-For reference, it was full throttle so there was no screech LMAO