I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 231

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Episode 231
Ep. 231
[ South Korea Clears the 86th Floor! ]
[ It’s One-Strike Again! ]
[ The Administrative Bureau Announces that the 86th Floor Strategy Was a Joint Effort Between One-Strike and Shin Gung ]
[ The ID ‘Baekbalbaegjung’ Proudly Appears in the Official Notice! Unlike with Han Yeol Hunter, there’s no mention of a lower contribution rate! ]
└ Is this reporter anti-Han Yeol Hunter?
└ What’s wrong with BlackDragonKing!
└ Oh, Celestial Dragon…! ]
After the news that One-Strike had cleared the 86th floor alongside Shin Gung struck South Korea,
[ South Korea’s Timer Pushed Back 100 Days… Early Strategy Suggests Confidence in the Next Floor? ]
[ Senator Mark Keison: The Time Has Come for the United States to Seriously Consider Recruiting One-Strike at the National Level ]
[ Coalition of 30 National Guilds Urges Government Not to Miss the Golden Opportunity ]
the news spread across the entire world in an instant.
Naturally, it reached one of America’s most secretive facilities.
The private residence where the Hero stayed was no exception.
“The 86th floor is rated S+ grade.”
“Our government is looking into it, but the Korean government claims they don’t know either.”
The Hero furrowed his brow in thought for a moment.
However, this didn’t bring any major changes to his plans.
At most, it would only accelerate the timeline slightly.
The Hero looked at his Manager and asked,
“Does everyone want to immigrate One-Strike to America?”
The Manager smiled faintly and replied,
“What country wouldn’t? If he came to America, he could create tremendous synergy with you.”
“Hmm.”
The Hero nodded.
That would certainly be possible.
Though the character One-Strike that the Hero envisioned in his mind would dismiss such notions outright.
‘Still, I’d really like to meet him once.’
Contrary to public perception that the Hero could easily clear the 95th floor but deliberately delayed it due to the timer,
the Hero was actually making little progress on the 95th floor.
The 90s operated in a completely different manner from all previous floors.
He found himself in a dilemma—unable to advance recklessly, yet unable to retreat to the past.
Wouldn’t One-Strike help him overcome the obstacle he now faced?
The Hero had already obtained some information about Korea’s Rankers.
The Rankers who had been stuck on the 83rd floor supposedly met One-Strike and broke through the wall in an instant.
No matter how extraordinary One-Strike was, he was still just a single Hunter.
He didn’t believe such grandiose stories—that meeting this person would instantly improve one’s abilities and allow them to climb the previously blocked Tower.
However, as one standing on the 95th floor, the Hero knew well that the smallest catalyst could produce the greatest results.
This was especially true on the 90th floor range, and looking back, the 80th floor range hadn’t been drastically different either.
Unless one possessed overwhelming power against monsters, skill would naturally plateau once it reached a certain threshold—that was simply how it worked.
In that sense, One-Strike’s achievement of clearing all the way to the 86th floor with an S+ rating was extraordinary.
‘Did he really dispatch all those Lava Slimes in a single strike?’
The Hero who had traversed that entire path sensed it instinctively.
One-Strike likely still possessed the capacity to clear several more floors with an S+ rating.
If that were the case, then my moving now would be a sound decision as well.
Whether for One-Strike’s sake or my own.
I had already felt the boundaries of my limitations with stark clarity.
I didn’t need to transcend those limits myself.
It was acceptable if One-Strike did so in my stead.
After all, only America’s fate rested upon my shoulders—not everything.
Whoosh—
“…Chris?”
My Manager called out in confusion upon seeing me rise.
The conversation hadn’t seemed finished yet.
But that was his complacency.
I smiled sharply and reached for the blue robe draped over the nearby stand, pulling it across my bare upper body.
Then I spoke.
“I need a flight to Korea.”
“Y-yes?! Korea? You were joking last time, weren’t you? Chris, the procedures you’d have to go through for departure…!”
My Manager was so startled by the abrupt request that he initially tried to dissuade me.
I had mentioned needing to go to Korea once before, but only that single time, so he’d assumed it was a jest.
Honestly, who wouldn’t want to avoid meeting One-Strike in the current situation?
But my Manager had overlooked something crucial.
Erubein simply didn’t understand the concept of joking.
My next words rendered my Manager completely speechless.
“Who would stop me?”
“Ah…”
That was the kind of person I was.
My words contained no falsehood whatsoever.
The path I wished to take was one that, if it didn’t exist, would simply need to be created.
If I intended to go to Korea, then the means to do so must be arranged accordingly.
And so it was.
“Is this One-Strike’s country?”
“Yes, this is Korea. Incheon Airport.”
The Hero Chris Erubein’s visit to Korea—known only to an extremely select few officials from both nations—was accomplished in an instant.
Erubein descended from the aircraft and surveyed the surroundings once.
The pristine terminal bustled with countless people hurrying to depart on journeys or return home.
A Korean passing nearby happened to murmur something as they walked past Erubein and my Manager.
“Looks like that person came to Korea to see One-Strike too.”
“These days, the One-Strike Foundation’s charity work abroad has really boosted One-Strike tourism.”
“Oh, I saw that news. Foreigners were making kimchi and carrying briquettes with the One-Strike Service Corps?”
“But why do foreigners always ask ‘Is this the land of One-Strike?’ whenever they come to Korea?”
“Well….”
I sensed they were talking about me, but I felt relieved that my identity remained hidden—both the Hero and my Manager.
Erubein’s face was mostly concealed behind a mask and sunglasses.
Over an extended period, I’d meticulously used makeup techniques to gradually alter Erubein’s true appearance, making it progressively different from the public’s image of my stunt double, so even if someone caught a glimpse of my face, they’d struggle to recognize me as the Hero.
“Let’s head this way first. The Korean side said they’d send a guide.”
“Mm.”
Erubein followed my Manager’s lead toward one side of the terminal.
A donut shop came into view not far away.
“We arranged to meet here.”
But Erubein glanced around briefly before pointing to the shop next door.
“I’d prefer that place instead.”
“Pardon?”
My Manager turned to look, tilting his head in confusion.
A Hero’s Manager was naturally among the nation’s elite, even by American standards.
Of course, he possessed some knowledge of Korean as well.
“Kkwabaegi?”
…The shop Erubein approached with unusual interest was a twisted pastry shop.
“Wait, just a moment, Chris!”
My Manager hurried after Erubein, who was walking ahead without hesitation, and quickly pulled out his phone to contact the Korean administrative official we were supposed to meet.
He informed them the meeting location had changed.
Though to be fair, the new location was only about thirty feet away, so it shouldn’t cause any real problems.
‘I thought it was unusual how he searches on his phone normally, but from the start…!’
Still, a slight concern crept into my Manager’s mind.
Erubein typically followed government directives quite well.
Even with unreasonable requests, he’d comply without a hint of irritation, but the moment we arrived in Korea, he suddenly began acting unpredictably.
Meanwhile, upon arriving at the twisted pastry shop, Erubein spoke to my Manager with a somewhat animated expression.
“Korean twisted pastries are better than the common donuts in America. I’ll take the complete set.”
“Ah, yes, yes. So….”
My Manager tried to place an order with the Store Clerk at the counter.
“The largest complete set, right? I’ll prepare it right away~ Please enjoy it here?”
“You speak English quite well. Yes, we’ll eat here.”
The Store Clerk had already understood Erubein’s words and was swiftly preparing the food.
Erubein nodded approvingly at the sight.
“I’ve heard that all Koreans are intelligent, diligent, and attractive. That assessment is accurate.”
“Haha, thank you~”
My Manager felt slightly bewildered watching Erubein converse so naturally with the Store Clerk.
When was the last time I heard Erubein speak in such a familiar tone?
In that brief moment, a tray piled high with sugar-dusted twisted pastries was placed before the two men.
Erubein accepted the tray as if he’d been waiting for it and took a seat in the empty chair.
Crunch—!
And true to his heroic nature, he took a generous bite of a twisted pastry with hearty gusto!
“I’m relieved to see you’re enjoying Korea so much.”
“Please, help yourself.”
“Ah, yes.”
The Manager nervously nibbled at his own pastry, uncertain whether it was going up his nose or into his mouth.
The savory aroma of fried dough, the fluffy texture that tore apart so satisfyingly, the glossy sheen of the exterior.
A hint of fragrant honey, and unlike American pastries, the sugar was applied with restraint—a perfect combination!
Munch, munch—
“Is it delicious?”
“…Ah, yes. It’s better than I expected.”
“It’s a Korean pastry.”
“Twisted pastry…”
While the two large men sat across from each other with the tray of pastries between them, steadily working through them in silence.
“My apologies! I should have arrived first, but traffic was terrible… I’m An Minggyu, Personnel Manager of the Korea Management Bureau’s US Relations Division.”
A man in a suit carrying a briefcase rushed into the pastry shop and greeted the two men breathlessly.
Erubein remained focused on his pastry without a word, while the Manager shook his head in response on his behalf.
“Not at all. We arrived quite urgently ourselves, so we only just got here.”
“I see. Thank you for your understanding.”
Minkyoo sat down beside the Manager with a noticeably tense expression.
For security purposes, he activated a signal jammer identical to the one Seongnyun had used at a convenience store previously.
Even so, his gaze kept flickering toward Erubein across from him.
‘W-why on earth did the Hero suddenly fly to Korea?!’
From the Management Bureau’s perspective, it was like a bolt from the blue.
They had just recently succeeded in making contact with Ilgyeok and completed a collaborative strategy with Shin Gung, with momentum reaching its peak.
But the sudden news of the Hero’s arrival in Korea had thrown a bucket of cold water over everything.
If they made even a single mistake during the Hero’s visit, the Bureau’s prestige wouldn’t just fall to the ground—it would sink into the basement.
And it wasn’t just the Bureau—the Foreign Ministry, the Trade Ministry, the Tower Administration, the Presidential Coordination Office, the President’s Office, and more…
In fact, the entire Korean government had been thrown into upheaval because of this one person called the Hero.
‘If we make a mistake, that would be better. But if the Hero’s visit is for something difficult… I don’t even want to think about it.’
In truth, the Korean government had wanted to send the Bureau Director and officials of Director rank to welcome the Hero, but the American side said it might draw unnecessary attention and requested a Personnel Manager level counterpart instead. As a result, Minkyoo had reluctantly come all this way.
…In fact, just before leaving the Bureau, Minkyoo had entrusted his resignation letter to his subordinates.
If he didn’t return by tomorrow, they were to submit the resignation and assume he’d left Korea.
It was a position so difficult that even a Personnel Manager couldn’t handle it without such resolve!
But surprisingly, Erubein, whom they’d met at the pastry shop, seemed simpler than expected.
Minkyoo was merely an ordinary Awakened One, and even to his eyes, Erubein radiated a terrifyingly immense power. Yet aside from that and the fact that he ate the pastries with such obvious delight—almost as if savoring the finest delicacies in the world—he didn’t seem as difficult as anticipated.
Having chatted with the Manager about various things and sensing the atmosphere had relaxed somewhat, Minkyoo carefully broached the main topic.
“However, I haven’t yet heard the purpose of this visit to Korea. Would you be able to explain?”
“Ah, well…”
The Manager was about to answer immediately, but Erubein, who had been quietly eating twisted pastries until now, suddenly interjected.
…In truth, there were no more twisted pastries left to eat anyway.
“I wish to meet Ilgyeok.”
“!!!!”
The moment Minkyoo heard that answer, he felt relief wash over him from within.
‘I made the right choice submitting my resignation!’
So much for the civil servant’s pension…
…Soon after, Minkyoo began to feel self-loathing toward himself for finding solace in such a thing.

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