It was exorbitant. My hands never reached or felt anything but air when I tried touching those people, just like what had happened before. But when the monsters attacked them with everything they had, those humans died from a heart attack. They didn’t even perish when the creatures swung its claws and tossed their own bodies at those humans. It was something else that claimed their lives.
I tried stopping a couple of monsters within my grasp, but the creatures that slipped through my view hit those humans and continued killing them as if they were nothing but toys. My eyes could only watch the scene unfolding before me. I was the only adventurer inside this place, trying to defeat the portal and defend the people inside and outside the dimension. However, what could one man do against the world?
Nothing.
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A few hours had already passed by since the time I entered this place. I had already beaten a thousand monsters with my sniper. But there was no end to them. No matter how many my bullets penetrated, those magical circles would just respawn those bastards and bombard me. They were like rain. Furthermore, every time I killed a few hundred more of them within a minute, those beast would kill a dozen humans themselves. And the cycle continued. Unfortunately, as the time limit grew closer, dead humans increased. But my enemies remained infinite, even though my goal was to eliminate them. It was as if I got scammed by the portals. Fortunately, the people within the city evacuated for the time being. After four hours of protecting the area, the adventurers led the people to a different site, far from where I stood. A sigh of relief escaped from my mouth, knowing th
I shouldn’t be the one to help these people. I was an adventurer who had my own problems that I needed to solve, especially with money. So why would I care if these people would die because of those monsters and the portals? It should’ve been none of my concerns. However, my human instincts never let me turn a blind eye to the people dying outside the portal.When I fought against that horde of monsters, two hobgoblins targeted two families at once. On my right side was a father and his son, and on the other area was a mother caressing her baby in her arms. Both quivered in fear as the monster approached their figure. I, who was one person alone, had to choose which family would survive.Life was a bit unfair. Why did I have this power to govern who lives and who doesn’t? It was a heavy burden I carried and a responsibility unbefitting for me.
I used the rest of my minutes to study the attack pattern of this boss. Since these portals followed the rules of games, every monster had its attack patterns. Hobgoblins moved like they carried sands in their muscles, making their movements sluggish but impactful when they landed. The ideal way to deal with them was fast bullet attacks that would surprise the living shit out of those ugly-looking hobgoblins. Dodging their attacks would be a walk in the park, especially if I had my sixth sense activated at any time. Goblins were a different story. They ran as fast as an energetic child and dealt damage akin to an inexperienced martial artist. Dealing with them was a pain in the ass. The only thing that I had to do was aim my sniper at any goblin I saw and eliminate them one bullet at a time. There was no point in evading the goblin’s attacks, considering the damage dealt by these nuisances was nonexistent against my attire. Golems were slower th
Another ten minutes passed, yet I still couldn’t crack the code. Even though my magical bullets hit my target, the Wyvern remained unrivalled compared to my sniper. The winged beast was faster than me and reacted to every shot I threw at it. That monster could hit me within one strike, while I needed over fifty to bring that bastard down. It was as if I was meant to lose this fight.Forty minutes remained on my clock. It wasn’t a lot of time that I could use against the Wyvern, but I finally studied its attack patterns. Since this winged reptile acted like a monstrous beast known to humans, it had artificial emotions. Every time I swerved the Wyvern’s strikes, the flying creature would change its course and try it again. However, this time, the Wyvern would find a different angle.The unpredictability of my opponent became the Wyvern’s g
I only had thirty minutes to do something. I kept defending the humans, hitting the Wyvern, while killing those monsters impeding me from doing my thing. Ideally, I was in the upper hand. Whenever my bullet struck the monster’s head, its health bar decreased. It wasn’t much, but it was something.However, there were still three things I had to consider.One was the time limit. The damage output my bullets could make was incomparable to the ones those small fry monsters did to me. I needed to fire my shots at least a hundred times just to bring the Wyvern’s health into half and another hundred to kill it. Firing ten bullets and repeating my routine took me ten minutes of my time. There was no way for me to survive and destroy the Wyvern on time.Two were the monsters. Every time I killed one creatur
Two minutes went by, and my efforts finally came to fruition. When I dug around the soil, defended the humans, and attacked the monsters at the same time, I eventually found what I was looking for. If I could be honest with myself, I didn’t even know what I was even looking at. It appeared that the item that the portal had left for me was a machine the size of an adult fist, probably larger than that. My eyes looked at a machine shaped like a cube. It had a silver colour, complementing my attire. But what made my pupils expand was the screen that had the letter X on its monitor. If I could guess it correctly, that X meant it was unusable for the time being. “How can this machine help me win against the Wyvern?” I asked myself, while I threw question marks at the device. It was now or never. As soon as the item en
The Ghastly Wyvern was faster than me. Its speed was incomparable to the jaguar or even the scurrying ostrich running away from its predator. And the worst part was the Wyvern was a dragon. That bastard could soar to the horizons using its wings, breathe scorching embers from its mouth, and hurl the rubbles from the ground. I was a sniper. Although I could shoot that thing from afar, it wasn’t enough to take it down. I needed more time to kill it, but the portal allotted time limit wasn’t enough for me. And those monsters respawning in various areas hindered me from dishing out my maximum damage. But even so, I didn’t give up. Never did. Midori, my parents, and the rest of those people who died outside the portal were counting on me. And even Hina. I did all of this for my step-sister’s sake. If I die right now, who would take care of her… That clumsy, awkwar
Everything went dark for a second. I could taste metal as liquid inside my mouth. Blood showered my feet as I vomited the content stored behind my tongue. Luckily, the scarlet hue didn’t stain my clothes. I had no idea how I could remove such a mark on my clothes that painted a horrifying abstract of some sort. But that was a problem I needed to face next time, not today. My nostrils also picked up the scent of something rotting nearby. Every time I was reminded of that stench, my body would jerk back and become nauseous about it. The sounds that reverberated through my ears were the pumping tune of my heart, the rumbling concrete floors from the streets, sirens coming from ambulances, and the screams from those people nearby. And those people, just like any other day, didn’t notice me. I didn’t die after killing the Wyvern and defeating the portal. Every mus