Insanely-Talented Player

182 Hwa

Bang!

In the desolate desert, the gunman pulled the trigger and a gunshot rang out.

And the fired bullet hit the man in black clothes.

Even the sword of winter night in the man's hand could not deflect the bullet.

Phew!

The bullet hit the black business suit and began to penetrate the body, crushing the bones and tearing the flesh.

After being reborn as the king of player heroes and a transcendental above all else... a wound that he cannot even remember now engulfed Yoo Seong.

It was a gunshot wound.

Taang!

Once again, the revolver in the gunman's hand sparked fire.

Taang!

And every time the trigger of the revolver was pulled and the muzzle spouted fire, there was no way to avoid the steel arrows running along the barrel.

A being who can single-handedly annihilate a heavily armed battalion and walk leisurely even under fire from all kinds of weapons.

He is the pinnacle of a player who can neutralize armored vehicles and tanks with just his body and walk through a hail of bullets with just the hilt of his sword, and is a monarch above monarchs.

.......

Yoosung, pierced by a bullet, fell to his knees in pain so human that he could barely remember it anymore.

Blood was flowing down the bottom of the feet, turning the desert floor red.

In front of him, the power that Yusung once had as the God of Art had no meaning.

I couldn't feel anything as a cosmic being walking among the stars and the darkness of space. The player's strength, the Heavenly Demon's inaction, and even the body of a high-ranking vampire were the same.

There was simply one human being who was utterly helpless in front of a gun.

There is no way a human can dodge a bullet.

A gunman walked toward the kneeling human.

As I was replacing the revolver's cartridge, a faint smoke was rising from the end of the gun's muzzle.

It was a man wearing boots with toothed spurs that looked like something out of a Western movie and a cowboy hat. And the shadow beneath the hat was very dark.

Yoosung raised his head to see the face of the gunman hiding in the shadows.

I couldn't see anything.

It was just full of endless emptiness and darkness.

“Who are you?”

“Earlier, all beings tried to escape from me...

Yooseong asked while adjusting his sword of the winter night, and the gunman answered.

“But in the end, no being could escape from me. “You are no exception, Lord of Heroes.”

“Why are you running away from me?”

“Why do we repeat the same thing endlessly and expect it to change?”

A man dressed in black ran away across the desert, and the gunman chased after him.

Yoosung was endlessly running away from something.

From what?

“Who are you...?”

“I have no name.”

That's why Yooseong asked again and the gunman answered.

“Only the chased have a name to call me.”

In a calm voice.

“I am a hunter of all things.”

The moment I heard that, I couldn't even laugh.

Everything just made sense. A hunter where all beings try to escape and no being can escape.

“Fate...”

Yoosung muttered quietly and the gunman looked at him.

“Do you still think you can run away from fate?”

No being could avoid the bullet of fate. No being could escape the chase of fate.

He was truly the hunter of all beings.

“From the humblest and weakest to the most powerful and powerful.” “No one, not even those in power, can escape fate.”

As if there was no way for humans to avoid bullets.

Kukung boom!

At the same time as those words were said, the vast desert landscape began to distort and a heavy metal sound began to echo.

Before we knew it, the world of scrap metal and rust, with hundreds and thousands of gigantic cogwheels interlocked, had emerged. It was there.

It was not just a simple cogwheel.

The image of Yoosung, caught between the interlocking gears and being crushed to death, was there. The immeasurable figures of themselves, crushed and crushed to death

in the gigantic gearwheel of fate, without even a trace of their form remaining. Furthermore, every time the cogwheels that fill the world are filled with all kinds of beings made of blood and flesh that Yoosung does not know about, they are crushed, crushed, and shattered without shape. Every time the huge steel pieces come into contact, everything inside them is

crushed .

Flesh, blood, and bones were sliced thin like fish shells and shattered with a terrible sound.

It was truly a hellish scene.

If hell really existed in this world, it would be impossible to imagine anything beyond what you are seeing now. There was no.

Fate was a bullet that no one could avoid, and at the same time, it had the face of a gear that no one could escape. A

being that devours all beings and turns the interlocking gears without even the slightest mercy.

“No one can run away from fate .” “I can’t hit it.”

In the gigantic gears of fate, the determination and iron will of any hero fades and becomes fleeting. The

incarnation of fate that cannot be avoided was there.

Just as humans cannot avoid bullets, even the mighty gods can escape their fate. There is no escaping fate.

“Now don’t you know that better than anyone else

?”

The gunman holding the revolver spoke, and the kneeling monarch of heroes fell silent.

Even if he were reborn as a god of man-made gods, he could not eliminate the evil of the world.

That was the fate of the world that no one could defy. Even if he was reborn as a monarch above monarchs, Even if there is.

Fate did not want evil to disappear from this world.

If so, he had malicious intent.

Consciousness is clouded. Even that act was a function of very human physiology.

Due to excessive bleeding, oxygen is lost to the brain and cells. The blood supply that needs to be delivered is drastically reduced and consciousness quickly fades.

“You... ran away for a really long time.”

The gunman spoke to Yooseong, who was losing consciousness, as if he was sick of it.

Crash.

The hammer of the revolver that had been replaced with a magazine was pulled back and the gun was pointed in front of Yooseong's eyes.

“Really, repeating the same thing endlessly... “I ran away and ran away on this endless desert.”

I believe that it will really be different next time.

In the endless heat of the desert, scorching thirst and scorching heat, whipping a body that feels like it will collapse at any moment.

“Aren’t you tired?”

At that moment, the gunman spoke, his voice so calm and sweet unlike before:

“Even now on Earth, countless people... aim a pistol at their own temple and pull the trigger.”

As if welcoming the approaching fate with open arms.

And just as the bullets from the pistol were fired at them, the mouth of the pistol was opened towards the Lord of Heroes.

“Accept your fate.”

The gunman, aiming a revolver, said,

“Only I can put an end to this endless repetition of the same foolish behavior and save you.”

Yoosung couldn't even lift a finger.

But the gunman in front of him didn't pull the trigger. He

just stayed silent, as if waiting for Yoosung to say something.

Like seeing a lamb seeking salvation. .

One word.

My dry, cracked lips, like the land hit by a drought, moved dryly. No, I tried to move. I thought of

the last conversation I had with Maria

.

I wanted to be a hero...

but a sparkling star touched my hand. When I realized that it wasn't as bright as I thought...

it wasn't worth it.

The hero's resolve, which he believed would never change 5 years ago, eventually changed. He

laughed at the absurd dreams that Yoosung had as a child, and turned to reality. Just like the words of the adults who nagged him.

President, astronaut, scientist... no adult would take seriously the dreams of a child who spoke like that.

It was not because the children's dreams were not serious.

It was just their dreams . This is because we know that it is not their will that decides, but only fate.

The decisions we make in the life we believe are ours are not ours. Neither

the life of a hero nor the life of a human being. The life of any other being was the same.

There is nothing that does not change in the harsh reality. Even

if you touch a sparkling star, you realize that it does not shine as bright as you thought and that it is not even worth it. Bang

!

The gunshot rang out again.

There were no more heroes in that world. The saint who loved humans was no exception.

There was only the shadow of the hero, the Demon King.

Another name for an unbearable ordeal, apocalypse ( As an entity that enforces the Black Light.

Nevertheless, nothing has changed.

Just like countless other races that have not been able to withstand this test until now, they will come to an end and this game will continue again through beings on other planets.

Humans are also just players of this game . Its name is only listed as one of the countless beings that have fallen in history.

Towers sprang up endlessly all over the world, countless players died and were defeated, and a tower break occurred.

And every time a tower break occurred, a shadow appeared there.

A monster with a sword that so easily slaughters players who try to fight the tower break without leaving a single human alive.

The shadow imitator who once imitated the ‘King of Heroes' and the Sword of the Heavenly Demon was there.

It wasn't even a game anymore. It was just a one-sided destruction.

A cruel apocalypse unfolded that humans could not bear, but there were no heroes in that world.

Therefore, humans could no longer even remember who they should long for.

Kang Yu-seong, the king of heroes.

Saint Mary Jaeger too.

Even some heroes were no exception.

They were no longer aware of their existence.

Once again, players were brutally murdered inside the tower and the tower's strategy failed. Immediately after, a ‘tower break' occurred centered on the tower where the attack had failed, and a very familiar system message emerged.

[Warning: Tower Break is getting closer! Prepare for an onslaught of monsters!]

[10 9 8...]

And the siren rang out as if it would pierce your ears. Just like an air raid alarm during wartime.

Kwasik Kwasik!

At the same time, the empty space was torn apart, and a shadow emerged from the crack.

The shadow of a demonic lord and a despairing hero.

At the same time, there were imitators imitating the Heavenly Demon's sword and martial arts.

However, heroes no longer existed in this world, so people never even realized whose shadow the shadow was.

“...Kamang-ah.”

-Except only one girl.

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