Chapter 146

The firing rate of the gun Tae-woo was holding was 0.4 seconds.

The number of bullets Tae-woo fired while Seo-jun was approaching was 8.

Since Tae-woo fired continuously without pause, that meant Seo-jun had closed the distance in 3.2 seconds.

It was a distance that could be covered in under 2 seconds if running, so Seo-jun hadn’t been particularly hurried.

But there was a reason it felt incredibly fast.

-Whoa lmao that was like a horror movie for real lol

-I wasn’t watching Seo-jun’s side so I saw this

-Clip this right now!

-I thought I was watching him playing a zombie game for a moment lmao

-If zombies moved like that? I can’t handle it

-A zombie with a frying pan is scarier than a running zombie LOL

Tae-woo, who had witnessed the events clearly just moments ago, trembled as he recalled the memory.

‘For humanity’s safety, I absolutely have to make sure that bastard never becomes a zombie.’

He was reading chat while lying unconscious in a prone position.

Tae-woo had luckily avoided Seo-jun’s first attack when his legs gave out from fear, but even after being knocked unconscious for his insolence, he took another hit from the frying pan and was now in critical condition.

“Everyone, why do you think he didn’t kill me right away?”

3.2 seconds can be a long time in combat, but usually it’s short.

It meant that by the time Tae-woo’s teammates heard the gunshots and prepared to come help, it would be far too little time.

Unless they came immediately after the fight started.

But if they came right away and left a gap in surveillance, allowing enemies to escape their sight, that would be an even bigger mistake, so it took time for them to come help.

As a result, Tae-woo died before his teammates arrived.

It couldn’t be helped. Who would have expected Seo-jun to just charge straight in like that?

He thought he’d deflect bullets a few times, not that he’d openly charge while deflecting!

Seo-jun left him behind and disappeared into the darkness.

With words to wait a bit.

Seo-jun had infiltrated their space. The positions they’d secured in advance became meaningless.

‘Still, if it’s Keryl, he’ll definitely be able to stop that bastard!’

His teammates weren’t coming to revive him, which was frustrating, but it couldn’t be helped.

‘We do have that item, after all.’

To fight Seo-jun and win, it would be fine to lose one person from this game.

He’d manage somehow, right?

Hahaha.

A Challenger support player who was especially praised for his brain.

Rather than that.

-The reason he spared you? Because you weren’t worth killing lmao

-So why did you fall down

-How did you dodge it? Did you really just fall from fear?

-Tae-woo, hurry up and confess the truth

-Seo-jun was surprised too. That you dodged. But from what I saw, you don’t have the skill to dodge attacks. So that was definitely you collapsing in fear

He’d been scared. And it seemed the viewers had noticed.

Damn.

That crazy bastard had been overwhelming from the moment he appeared.

The corner where he first appeared, backing away and emerging, and then him.

Even if his legs gave out from fear, wasn’t that legal?

“It’s not like that.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fierce fighting was taking place.

He was curious how it would turn out. He hoped they could somehow stop Seo-jun.

Another team might have come. There had been someone in a similar situation at the far end of that corridor. They’d fallen back so weren’t clearly visible.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He couldn’t see inside either. The underground space had many areas filled with numerous obstacles and darkness.

That had been the reason they’d tried to block entry from the start.

[Keryl–> Curtain Is Needed]

[Sword God14–> Wet Wipes]

Oh, nice.

‘Were those two from the Spoon team?’

When Keryl killed the other teammate, the person who’d been knocked unconscious first died.

Since there were no more teammates who could revive him.

Also, since Seo-jun had knocked him unconscious earlier, the message appeared showing Seo-jun as the killer.

‘As expected, that side also came and was fighting.’

Currently, Tae-woo had a good item called a defibrillator.

The rare item with the highest spawn rate at hospitals.

If level 3 armor had the highest spawn rate at camps, then hospitals had this defibrillator.

The item’s effect was allowing self-recovery from the unconscious state.

‘Should I use it now? There’s no way he knows about this. If he did, he would have killed me.’

The defibrillator’s biggest drawback was that from the moment you started using it, it made an incredibly loud sound.

This item not only revealed the user’s location but practically screamed, ‘This guy is using me to revive! Come catch him quick!’

‘I can’t use it if it would interfere with the fight.’

This was the biggest reason he hadn’t used it until now. The loud sound meant sudden changes that could alter the course of battle unpredictably.

Bang! Bang!

Both Keryl and Tae-woo had defibrillators. The B-tier ADC supposedly wasn’t very good at Ground Zero.

But thinking about it again.

‘He knows I have it, so if I make noise, he might notice me using it?’

Should he trust the Challenger support’s brain?

Maybe this sound could be used to catch Seo-jun.

Information gap.

Seo-jun probably didn’t know this item existed at all.

In contrast, Keryl knew he had a defibrillator.

[Sword God14 –> Sick Train]

A teammate had died. Not knocked unconscious, but actually dead.

Gradually, he felt that using it would be better than just staying like this.

Tae-woo opened his item menu and struggled to press the defibrillator’s use button with one arm.

Beeeeeep!

-Finally using it?

-Defibrillator appeared!

-Why the hell hasn’t this guy used it until now?

-Right, it was divine luck that Seo-jun spared him and left lmao

A massive siren sound echoed through the underground interior and Tae-woo lay down. The defibrillator attached to his body.

‘Come, whoever.’

He waited.

It would be good if he revived, and whatever happened was fate!

At that moment.

“Whoa, what’s this sound?”

Seo-jun appeared from the opposite end of the corridor, from the darkness at the front of the basement.

And.

“Got you.”

Bang!

Keryl appeared from the left.

“Oops.”

But Seo-jun had annoyingly pulled back.

“Hahaha. No, isn’t that hyung way too agile? He uses the darkness too well.”

Keryl spoke to Seo-jun as if talking to Tae-woo.

“That’s all just me going easy on you. I could just fight normally.”

And Seo-jun answered playfully.

Seo-jun and Keryl were already conversing naturally, having exchanged words several times while fighting.

“You would, I’m sure. But what about two people?”

That’s when it happened.

Bang!

A bullet flew from behind Seo-jun.

Clang!

‘As expected, that bastard definitely has eyes in the back of his head. Or he’s hacking. But isn’t having eyes in the back of your head also hacking?’

Tae-woo, lying down for revival, admired Seo-jun turning around and blocking the bullet with his frying pan.

Meanwhile, Keryl quickly approached Tae-woo’s side.

“Even if you’re the hyung who kept deflecting the bullets, 2 vs 1 wouldn’t work, right?”

To surround Seo-jun from front and back with two people.

‘That’s right! No matter how good that bastard is, he can’t handle two at once! As expected of a Challenger! I always believed in you!’

With 15 seconds left until revival, Tae-woo felt like buying Keryl some delicious chicken right now.

Seo-jun had definitely been picking off teammates by darting around and targeting moments when they were even slightly isolated.

But now he was perfectly surrounded.

‘Ah. Two bullets but what can you do. Try blocking or dodging them.’

No matter how good Seo-jun was, it was impossible, so Tae-woo and Keryl smiled confidently.

Click.

“What difference does two people make? Right, Tae-woo?”

Seo-jun chuckled and pulled out a new item with his left hand.

While blocking another teammate’s gunshot with his right hand.

Clang!

“Is… that so?”

Tae-woo struggled to lift his head and tilted it, looking at Seo-jun from his prone position.

The new item Seo-jun had pulled out was a frying pan.

Since there were clearly two bullets flying.

If he held two frying pans.

Wouldn’t it be the same??

Really the same?

-That’s dual wielding!

-LMAOOO did he keep collecting frying pans for this reason?

-Damn, he has 4 frying pans in his inventory right now, just use them all LOL

-That bastard is strong. Unimaginably strong!

-LMAO crazy bastard

-Why don’t you hold one in your mouth too LOL

Keryl circled around the box to surround Seo-jun.

It was a desperate moment, but to Tae-woo’s eyes, Seo-jun’s face holding frying pans in both hands was far too calm.

“Did you think I wouldn’t expect this kind of situation? Come on, Keil-nim.”

“It’s Keryl! Ah, hyung! How many times do I have to say it!”

Tae-woo was internally certain.

That Seo-jun was deliberately getting the name wrong.

Do you want to irritate a high schooler that much?

Bang!

The fight began.

* * *

Bang!

Fire bursts from the muzzle as the bullet reveals itself.

A metal projectile flying at high speed like a shot arrow, no, even faster, that would cause health loss.

However, if you see the muzzle and move first, it’s possible to position your shield there in advance to block it. Not just blocking, but dodging is also possible.

‘Crazy bastard.’

Like Seo-jun was doing right now, spinning his body to dodge.

To Tae-woo watching, Seo-jun was an enigmatic guy.

Seemingly ordinary on the surface, but the deeper you looked, the more you could tell he wasn’t normal.

If he spotted even the slightest opening, he’d tease people and, so to speak, be toxic until they were thoroughly twisted, yet he also disliked actual wrongdoing and would guide seniors.

He’d use players as punching bags to relieve his own stress, but still improved their skills through his bizarre teaching methods.

Tae-woo constantly teased and used him, but when his stream seemed hopeless, he was the one who eliminated anxiety with just one phrase, ‘Just do it.’

Tae-woo, who thought he knew Seo-jun a little and was now seeing proper movement for the first time, realized that Seo-jun had been going very easy on them.

In the blink of an eye, Seo-jun spun half a rotation.

And sparks flew twice from in front and behind Seo-jun.

Clang!

He’d spun half a rotation to check the attack from behind and deflected it right away.

Front and back simultaneously.

Since he’d spun half a rotation with his left foot as the axis, next he used his right foot as the axis.

He spun half a rotation while approaching Keryl.

His body turned and his arms followed.

And those arms naturally blocked the attack from behind.

Sparks and flames flew again.

But there was only one ringing sound.

Bang!

Keryl had fired late, feeling this wouldn’t work. It was an attempt to steal the timing.

Recognizing the need for change in just one move and acting on it was definitely the kind of quick thinking only a select few could manage.

However, Seo-jun had apparently read the timing and brought the arm that had been blocking the attack from behind to block the front as well.

Clang!

If Keryl had shot just a little faster, would it have hit? It was impossible to know.

‘That bastard would probably have blocked that too.’

While this was happening, Seo-jun continued his rotation without stopping and approached.

The tip of his sword—no, the frying pan—held with precision, as if his body was saying he must never lose the flow even once.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Front and back, attacks that should absolutely be unblockable continued to be blocked as Seo-jun passed, leaving sparks to decorate his path.

‘Crazy bastard.’

Really crazy.

Divine skill.

The dictionary definition is a technique wielded by gods. And Tae-woo felt like he was witnessing that technique now.

‘Still, when I revive!’

At that moment.

Seo-jun, who had gotten close to Keryl, released his left hand.

The masterless frying pan flew toward Tae-woo due to centrifugal force.

Thunk.

His revival was interrupted.

Tae-woo shouted in panic.

“Why are you throwing that away!”

Throwing a frying pan while fighting two people?

But there was a reason.

Because Keryl had been timing his shots differently from his teammate, it was possible to block sufficiently with just one frying pan.

Keryl immediately tried to synchronize with his teammate from the next shot, but Seo-jun, who had already gotten close, was the problem.

“Keil-nim. Please take the hits for me.”

Seo-jun’s hand shot out toward Keryl, who was trying to back away.

It was an unexpected strike for Keryl, who had been preparing for a frying pan attack.

Click.

Seo-jun grabbed Keryl’s shoulder and pulled.

And.

Bang!

The bullet from behind hit Keryl instead, and the moment Keryl looked back, Seo-jun was already bringing down his frying pan.

Unconscious.

“This way, one is enough. That’s why I threw it away.”