I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 187

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Episode 187
Ep. 187
「The user ‘BlackDragonKing’ has sent you a friend request.
Do you accept?」
This was the moment Ihyeon gained his sixth friend after Suyeon, Claude, Minjeong, Deokhuun, and Jack.
Hanryeol, who had just finished adding Ihyeon as a friend, laughed heartily and spoke.
“Hahaha, now we are sworn brothers bound by blood, Lord Ilgyeok!”
“Well, bound by blood might be a bit much….”
Ihyeon made his displeasure obvious, but Hanryeol paid it no mind.
“Whenever you need help, just say the word to me! I’ll do everything within my power!”
“That would be helpful.”
If Hanryeol had the means, he could exert direct or indirect influence over the Aegis Guild.
Wouldn’t it be beneficial to cultivate such connections?
…From Ihyeon’s perspective, his relationship with the Aegis Guild mattered far more than his connection with Hanryeol.
Of course, he had no plans to contact Aegis directly for the time being.
However, Ihyeon did have something to ask of Hanryeol.
“My identity must remain absolutely secret. I would appreciate it if you refrained from mentioning it to anyone—not just the guild, but anywhere—for the time being.”
Given Hanryeol’s personality, it wouldn’t be surprising if he walked out of the tower and boasted about it to everyone.
Of course, Hanryeol wouldn’t normally be so affectionate with anyone but Ihyeon, but he accepted his request with genuine sincerity.
“Understood. Leave it to me. The cardinal rule of an assassin is never to divulge secrets.”
“Thank you. You won’t have to wait long.”
With such assurance, I could trust him for now.
Surely Hanryeol wouldn’t be tortured into revealing anything either.
Ihyeon nodded and promptly left the 81st Floor.
‘I told Jo Hanryeol to keep quiet, but the meeting itself won’t remain secret. If that’s the case, I need to settle things soon.’
Not just on the 81st Floor, but throughout the 80s floors, I would inevitably encounter South Korea’s finest Hunters.
And as I cleared the 81st Floor, I felt it distinctly.
‘The 90s floors—I can reach them easily.’
South Korea’s current record: the 85th Floor.
My limit was far beyond that.
This meant I held an incredible card in my hand.
I had no intention of revealing myself to the entire nation, but I had to ensure my own safety at the very least.
“Master, what are you thinking about?”
Meanwhile, after emerging onto the common floors, Elsie asked Ihyeon, who maintained a serious expression throughout.
Jia was also staring intently at Ihyeon, curious at heart.
Ihyeon spoke to the Spirits in a grave tone.
“I’m thinking it’s time to make my move.”
“Your move? You mean…?”
“Master, surely not?”
Fear flickered in the eyes of the Spirits, who rarely saw Ihyeon in such a state.
The reason Ihyeon had concealed his formidable power and lived in hiding until now.
It was none other than a terrifying enemy—the strongest on the surface.
Wasn’t it because of the organization called the ‘Ministry of Defense’?
Did this mean my master had entered the 80s floors and finally resolved to stake everything in a decisive battle against that enemy?!
*Clink—!*
“I shall follow your lead, Master. My Knights of the Evil God stand with you as well.”
“Right, just say the word. I’ll devote my very existence to aid you.”
Not only Jia, but Elsie too knelt on one knee before Ihyeon, pledging their oaths.
“…?”
Yet Ihyeon looked down at them with a bewildered expression.
“Ah, no—are you planning to wage war or something?”
If Jia, Elsie, and the Knights of the Evil God all stepped forward, it wouldn’t be a confrontation—it would be a civil war.
A group of soldiers projecting overwhelming military force from the Ministry of Defense, pushing forward relentlessly.
Leading them was former special forces sergeant Choi Ihyeon….
‘Ugh, what a horrifying thought!’
Ihyeon shook his head vigorously, dismissing the image that naturally came to mind.
He had no intention whatsoever of going that far.
Five years in the military was something he could do and return from, but a civil war against the Ministry of Defense? That was absurd.
Besides, the opponent Ihyeon intended to settle things with wasn’t even the Ministry of Defense!
“Ah, it wasn’t?”
“My apologies, Master.”
Only then did the Spirits realize they’d misunderstood, and they quietly rose to their feet.
“It won’t be that difficult, so don’t worry. There’s not much you’ll need to do. …Ah, though I will need Jia.”
“Yes, command me as you wish.”
“But first, there’s something I need to do.”
“?”
The Spirits tilted their heads, wondering what that could be.
Ihyeon chuckled and spoke.
“I need to use the ticket first, right?”
In his hand, a single ticket fluttered from his inventory.
Ihyeon returned to his room with the delighted Spirits and immediately used the ticket.
「Your skill, Perfect Target, has increased in rank.
Its effects have been improved.」
The skill that had risen in rank this time was Perfect Target, which created Dummies.
Given how useful Ihyeon had found it in the past, it was a favorable outcome.
Moreover, with this rank increase, it had reached A-grade.
Though the description itself hadn’t changed much, now that Ihyeon had created a Dummy, he could feel just how significant a single rank difference was.
“What do you think, you all?”
“What do you think, you all?”
Ihyeon summoned a Dummy that looked identical to himself, then showed it off to the Spirits.
“Excellent work, Master.”
“Wow… I can’t even tell who the real one is anymore!”
Originally, Dummy could only copy appearance, but the details like expressions and emotions were quite lacking.
While it could perfectly deceive monsters, there were limits to deceiving humans in various ways.
That’s probably why Minjeong also sensed something off about Dummy back on the 20s floors.
But the A-rank Dummy had perfectly overcome even those trivial issues.
It replicated the expressions Ihyeon was thinking of exactly, and its movements were natural.
Though it wasn’t a combat-related skill, Ihyeon was sufficiently satisfied after testing its effects.
‘Actually, this is better. I can definitely put this to good use.’
A final confrontation to guarantee my safety.
For that purpose, the Perfect Target could be more helpful than combat skills.
* * *
Two days after meeting Ihyeon.
Hanryeol was spending time at the guild house instead of entering the tower for the first time in a while.
…In truth, staying in the tower for several days wasn’t for strategy clearing, but to meet Ilgyeok, though no one could hold such a trivial reason against Hanryeol.
And especially not now.
Splash—
“Oh, Earth Dragon, I revere you…!”
Hanryeol finished his business refreshingly in the bathroom and nodded contentedly.
Ranked 10th in Korea and the Dragon’s Assassin, he boasted perfect health that produced daily earth dragons.
For rankers, conditioning management for safe clearing is also a skill!
Whoooosh—
“I grow stronger!”
Especially for him, whose reverence for dragons directly translated to strength, even such trivial daily habits helped.
After flushing the water, Hanryeol stepped out with a satisfied smile, then stopped upon seeing someone waiting for him outside the door.
“Uh… this is the men’s restroom, though.”
The only person within Aegis Guild whom Hanryeol couldn’t treat casually.
“Guild Master, what brings you to this place…?”
It was none other than Aegis Guild’s Guild Master, Lee Yurim, the “Iron Wall.”
Now in her mid-40s, Yurim had been active since the tower first appeared 20 years ago and climbed to the 78th floor—a hunter who could truly be called a legend of Korea.
True to her nickname, her position was Tanker.
Currently, she had naturally retired from active duty due to age and guild duties, but no one in Aegis, nor anyone in Korea, could disregard her retirement.
“You don’t know and you’re asking?”
Her short hair, which she didn’t dye and left to gray naturally, had become half silver.
Yurim, whose firm physique couldn’t be hidden by her suit, crossed her arms tightly and glared at Hanryeol.
Her slightly gaunt face made her sharp eyes appear even more fierce.
Hanryeol answered while breaking into a cold sweat.
“I-I have no idea whatsoever….”
“Your tone.”
“Yes, yes, I’m not sure what you mean.”
The sheer authority of Yurim, who could correct even Hanryeol’s manner of speech with a single rebuke!
In fact, there was a legend among Aigis that if you received even a few of Yurim’s special honey chestnuts, no habit could remain uncorrected.
In any case, Yurim continued speaking with those sharp, piercing eyes.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know—you saw the 81st Floor announcement yesterday, didn’t you?”
Yesterday, Ilgyeok had finally entered the 80s floors.
An announcement that no Hunter in the entire world could possibly miss.
And Yurim had already learned through reports from the Hunters that Hanryeol had entered the tower specifically to meet Ilgyeok.
After disappearing for several days, he’d emerged yesterday—so what happened in between was painfully obvious.
He’d picked a fight with Ilgyeok and gotten thoroughly beaten.
“You met Ilgyeok, didn’t you? Why didn’t you report it?”
“C-cough! How did you know that?”
“Good grief, don’t I know you?”
Yurim shook her head in exasperation.
In truth, Hanryeol was the son of Yurim’s closest friend.
Having watched him since he was an infant, she knew exactly what kind of person he was—it was almost predictable.
“Never mind the report. I just need information about Ilgyeok. Who is he? What are his characteristics?”
“Ahem… I cannot say.”
“Pardon?”
But despite Yurim’s forceful tone, Hanryeol merely wore an expression of profound difficulty and offered no answer.
“You cannot say?”
“No matter how much you are the Guild Master, I cannot betray righteousness and honor.”
“Stop with the martial arts novel nonsense! I told you to talk!”
Thwack—! Thwack—! Thwack—!
Yurim, astonished at such stubbornness, struck Hanryeol’s back in a cheerful rhythm.
Though the strikes appeared light, each one produced a sharp cutting sound—devastating spikes of incredible destructive power.
“Ow! Argh! Ma’am! Aaaah!”
Despite the shocking force of those spikes, Hanryeol, true to his nature as the Dragon’s assassin, refused to divulge the secret.
‘I cannot betray the young master Ilgyeok, sworn as my brother-in-arms!’
Had he not been asked to keep his identity secret, he would have spilled everything long ago, but having made a promise, how could he possibly break it?
“…You truly won’t speak, even after all this?”
“I apologize, ma’am.”
“Sigh, I can already guess—you made another friend and started going on about sworn brotherhood again, didn’t you?”
“C-cough! How did you know that, ma’am?”
“Don’t I know you? If it weren’t for Miyun…!”
Yurim glared at Hanryeol with fierce eyes.
But knowing him as well as she did, she also understood that once he sealed his lips, there was no opening them again.
Though she was dying to know Ilgyeok’s true identity, what could she possibly do to her friend’s son?
“An official notice came from the Management Bureau. You know about it too, I assume.”
“You mean regarding the identity of young master Ilgyeok?”
“Never mind young master Ilgyeok—sigh, I’ll handle that myself. And you—if you change your mind, come straight to me and tell me. Understood?!”
“Y-yes, ma’am…”
Hanryeol shrank back, bracing himself in case Yurim hurled another spike at him, and nodded obediently.
Yet in his heart, he was picturing Ihyeon’s face and steeling his resolve.
‘Lord Ilgyeok. I shall honor my oath to you. Until the day you say it’s alright…’
“Ugh, look at that expression. I should’ve had Miyun confiscate all those martial arts novels long ago.”
“Ma’am, please, just the novels by author Kim Yong…”
“Goodness! Really! Are those old books even fun? Are they?”
Yurim left those words hanging in the air and walked away with heavy, angry footsteps, her irritation still unabated.
Hanryeol had narrowly escaped danger.
Yet whether fortune or misfortune awaited him next was unclear.
If fortune—it was that he no longer needed to keep the secret, just as Ihyeon had said.
If misfortune…
“Guild Master, actually, I’ve met Lord Ilgyeok on the 81st Floor before. I apologize for keeping it secret all this time.”
“You’re telling me NOW?! Why did you hold back then?!”
Thwack—! Thwack—! Thwack—! Thwack—!
“Ow! Ma’am, I’m sorry, sorry! I didn’t know! But regarding his traits and such, those are absolutely secret! Ow!”
The timing had been so swift that he ended up taking several more blows from Yurim…

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