Chapter 146
The pistol Tae-woo held had a fire rate of 0.4 seconds.
While Seo-jun approached, the number of bullets Tae-woo fired was 8.
Since Tae-woo fired in rapid succession, that meant Seo-jun closed in within 3.2 seconds.
It was a distance that could be covered in under 2 seconds by running, so Seo-jun hadn't exactly rushed.
But there was a reason it felt incredibly fast.
- Wow lolololol that was a freaking horror movie, for real lololol
- I had this stream on too, not Seo-jun’s, so I saw it
- Clip it right now!
- For a sec I thought this was a zombie game lololol
- A zombie coming at you like that? I can't handle that stuff
- A zombie with a frying pan is scarier than a running zombie lololololol
Tae-woo, who had vividly witnessed what just happened, shuddered as the memory came back.
‘For humanity’s safety, I have to make sure that bastard never turns into a zombie.’
He was lying face down in a downed state, reading the chat.
His legs had given out, lucky enough to dodge Seo-jun’s first attack, and after being downed for his insolence, he’d taken another frying pan hit, leaving him near death.
“Everyone, why do you think he didn’t kill me right away?”
In combat, 3.2 seconds can be a long time, but usually it’s short.
That meant it was far too short for Tae-woo’s teammates to hear the gunshots, prepare, and come help.
Unless they came right after the fight broke out.
But if they did that, it would create a gap in surveillance, allowing the enemy to slip out of sight—an even bigger blunder—so they took time to come help.
As a result, Tae-woo died before his teammates arrived.
It couldn’t be helped. Who would’ve thought Seo-jun would just push straight in?
They knew he could deflect bullets, but deflect a few, not just walk in while deflecting them all!
Seo-jun left him there and disappeared into the darkness.
With the words, “Wait a bit.”
Seo-jun had infiltrated their space. The positions they’d set up in advance became meaningless.
‘But still, if it’s Caryl, he can definitely stop that bastard!’
It’s frustrating that his teammates aren’t coming to revive him, but there’s nothing to be done.
‘He has the item, after all.’
To win against Seo-jun, it’s fine if one of them gets eliminated from this game.
They’ll manage somehow, right?
Hahaha.
He’s a Challenger support, especially known for his outstanding mental game.
Rather than that.
- Why’d he leave you alive? Probably not worth killing lol bye
- So why’d you fall?
- How’d you dodge? Did you seriously fall from fear?
- Tae-woo, hurry up and spill it
- Seo-jun was surprised too, when you dodged. But from what I see, you don’t have the skills to dodge that attack. So that was definitely collapsing.
He was scared. And the viewers seem to have noticed.
Dammit.
That crazy bastard’s entrance alone was overwhelming.
The enemy who first stumbled backward out of the corner, and that bastard.
Isn’t it legal when your legs give out?
“That’s not it.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A fierce battle was underway.
He wanted to know what was happening. He hoped they’d stop Seo-jun somehow.
Another team might have come. At the end of that hallway, there was someone in the same situation as him. Hard to see since they’d pulled back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He couldn’t see inside either. The underground space had countless pieces of cover and darkness.
That’s why they’d tried to block the entry from the start.
[Caryl --> I need blackout curtains]
[Sword God 14 --> wet wipes]
Oh, nice.
‘Were those two the Spoon team?’
When Caryl killed another teammate, the one who’d been downed first died.
With no one left to revive him, that was it.
And since Seo-jun had downed him earlier, a message would pop up saying Seo-jun killed him.
‘So they’d come over there and were fighting too.’
Currently, Tae-woo had a great item: a defibrillator.
A rare item with the highest farm probability at the hospital.
If level 3 armor had the highest spawn rate at the camp, the hospital had this defibrillator.
The item’s effect: you can self-revive from a downed state.
‘Should I use it now? There’s no way that bastard knows about this. He would’ve killed me if he did.’
The defibrillator’s biggest drawback is that the moment you start using it, an incredibly loud sound rings out.
This item not only broadcasts the user’s location but screams, ‘This guy is reviving using me. Come get him now.’
‘I can’t use it and disrupt the fight.’
That was the main reason he hadn’t used it yet. The sudden change—a loud noise—could shift the fight in unpredictable ways.
Bang! Bang!
Caryl and Tae-woo were the ones with defibrillators. The B-rank marksman apparently was bad at Ground Zero, so they gave it to them.
But then again.
‘They know I have it, so if I make noise, could I use that to our advantage?’
Should he trust the Challenger support’s mental skills?
Maybe they could use this sound to catch Seo-jun.
Information gap.
There was a high probability Seo-jun didn’t even know this item existed.
On the other hand, Caryl knew he had a defibrillator.
[Sword God 14 --> gg]
His teammate had died. Not even downed.
He was starting to think that using it soon would be better than just staying like this.
Tae-woo opened his inventory and laboriously pressed the defibrillator with one arm, hitting ‘use’.
Beeeeeeep!
- Finally using it?
- The defibrillator is out!
- Why the hell hasn't this guy used it yet?
- Yeah, Seo-jun leaving him alive was a stroke of luck lololololol
A massive siren sound echoed through the underground, and Tae-woo lay on his back. The defibrillator attached to his body.
‘Whoever, come.’
He waits.
If he revives, great; whatever happens, it’s fate!
That moment.
“Whoa, what’s that sound?”
From the opposite end of the hallway, out of the darkness in the main basement, Seo-jun appeared.
And.
“Gotcha.”
Bang!
Caryl appeared from the left.
“Whoops.”
But Seo-jun had slyly pulled back.
“Hahaha. No, isn’t that hyung too quick? He uses the darkness way too well.”
Caryl spoke to Seo-jun as if talking to Tae-woo.
“That was all just playing around. I could’ve just fought.”
And Seo-jun answered playfully.
Seo-jun and Caryl had already exchanged words a few times while fighting, so they were talking naturally.
“I’m sure you could. But what if it’s two on one?”
That moment.
Bang!
A bullet flew from behind Seo-jun.
Clang!
‘That bastard definitely has eyes on the back of his head. Or he’s hacking. But having eyes on the back of your head is hacking, right?’
As he lay there reviving, Tae-woo watched Seo-jun turn and block the bullet with his frying pan, full of admiration.
Meanwhile, Caryl quickly approached Tae-woo.
“No matter how much hyung keeps deflecting, a 2v1 isn’t gonna fly, right?”
To surround Seo-jun with the two of them, one in front and one behind.
‘Of course! Even that bastard can’t handle two at once! You’re a Challenger! I believed in you!’
With 15 seconds left to revive, Tae-woo felt like he wanted to buy Caryl some delicious chicken right away.
Seo-jun had definitely been darting around, picking off moments when teammates were slightly isolated.
But now they had him perfectly surrounded.
‘Ha. Two bullets, what’re you gonna do? Try blocking or dodging one.’
Just as Tae-woo and Caryl smirked with confidence, thinking that even Seo-jun couldn’t handle this.
Thwack.
“What difference does it make if there’s two? Right, Tae-woo?”
Seo-jun smirked, pulling out a new item with his left hand.
While his right hand blocked bullets from the other teammate shooting again.
Clang!
“Is... that so?”
Tae-woo, having seen the new item Seo-jun pulled out, laboriously raised his head, tilted it while still looking at Seo-jun.
The new item Seo-jun pulled out was a frying pan.
Since there were clearly two bullets flying,
if he held two frying pans,
doesn't that make a difference??
Really, is that so?
- That's dual wielding!
- Lolololololol don't tell me he kept collecting frying pans for that?
- Ah man, there are 4 frying pans in the inventory, just use them all lolololololol
- That guy is strong. Impossibly strong!
- Lolololololololol you crazy bastard
- Why not just hold one in his mouth too lolololololololol
Caryl rounded the box to surround Seo-jun.
It was a desperate moment, but to Tae-woo, the face of Seo-jun holding a frying pan in each hand seemed far too calm.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t see this setup coming? Come on, Mr. Kale.”
“It’s Caryl! Ah hyung! How many times do I have to say it!”
Tae-woo was convinced inwardly.
Seo-jun was deliberately getting the name wrong.
Do you really want to get under a high schooler’s skin that much?
Bang!
The fight began.
* * *
Bang!
Fire blazed from the muzzle, revealing the bullet.
A lump of metal that flies faster than an arrow, here to strip away your health.
But if you watch the muzzle and move first, you can block it by placing a shield there in advance. Not just blocking—dodging is possible too.
‘Crazy bastard.’
Like how Seo-jun was spinning his body to dodge right now.
The Seo-jun that Tae-woo saw was a strange guy.
On the surface, ordinary, but dig just a little and you realize he’s not normal—a strange guy.
If he sees even a tiny opening, he teases people, twisting their guts with his rotten personality, but then he also hates wrongdoings and sets his seniors straight.
He beats the players up, using them as punching bags to relieve his stress, but with that bizarre teaching, he actually improves their skills.
He teases and bosses Tae-woo around every day, but when Tae-woo’s broadcast looked hopeless, a single “Just do it.” from him blew all the anxiety away.
Tae-woo, who prided himself on knowing a bit about this Seo-jun, realized—watching Seo-jun’s proper movements for the first time—that Seo-jun had been going easy on them.
In a blink, Seo-jun spun half a turn.
And sparks flew twice in front of and behind Seo-jun.
Clang!
As he spun half a turn, he confirmed the attack from behind and deflected it.
Simultaneously from front and back.
After spinning half a turn on his left foot, he pivots on his right next.
He continues half a turn, closing in on Caryl.
His body turns, his arm follows.
And that arm naturally blocks the attack coming from behind.
Sparks and flame fly again.
But the ringing was just one.
Bang!
Caryl must have felt this wouldn’t work and fired late. An attempt to steal the timing.
Sensing the need for change in just a single move and acting on it was clearly an improvisation only a select few could pull off.
But Seo-jun, having read the timing, pulled the arm that blocked the rear attack forward to block the front as well.
Clang!
What if Caryl had fired just a little earlier? Nobody knows.
‘If it’s that bastard, he probably would’ve blocked that too.’
In the meantime, Seo-jun kept spinning, advancing.
As if teaching with his body that the fingertips gripping the sword—no, the frying pan—must be sharp, never losing the flow even once.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Attacks from front and back, attacks that absolutely couldn’t be blocked, kept getting blocked, and sparks decorated Seo-jun’s path.
‘Crazy bastard.’
He’s a real madman.
Divine skill.
The dictionary definition: a technique wielded by a god. And Tae-woo felt like he was witnessing that technique right now.
‘Still, if I revive!’
That moment.
Seo-jun, almost upon Caryl, let go of his left hand.
Then the frying pan, losing its master, flew toward Tae-woo by centrifugal force.
Ugh.
The revive was canceled.
Tae-woo, flustered, shouted.
“Why’d you throw that!”
Facing two opponents and you throw a frying pan?
But there was a reason.
Because Caryl had timed his shots differently from his teammate, Seo-jun could block them sufficiently with just one frying pan.
Immediately, Caryl tried to fire in sync with his teammate from the next shot, but the problem was Seo-jun already in front of him.
“Mr. Kale. You take this.”
As Caryl tried to back away, Seo-jun’s hand thrust in.
A sudden blow for Caryl, who had been bracing for a frying pan strike.
Thwack.
Seo-jun grabbed Caryl’s shoulder and pulled.
And.
Bang!
Caryl took the bullet from behind, and the moment Caryl looked back, Seo-jun was swinging the frying pan down.
Downed.
“There, one’s enough. That’s why I tossed it.”