I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 285

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Episode 285
Ep. 285
In the coming-of-age ceremony of the grasslands, what weapon one received had far greater influence on a member’s presence than what words were spoken.
Indeed, the Shaman Elder this time began reciting the incantation again with a slightly tense expression.
“Uuuu….”
“A monster like that came out of his mouth, so what kind of weapon will appear?”
“Could it be a 3-meter greatsword?”
“Eek!”
Given Purung’s imposing presence, the people seemed entirely fixated on swords, not even considering other types of weapons.
Meanwhile, I harbored a completely different hope from the Tribal Members.
‘Please be a gun, please be a gun, please be a gun….’
Honestly, if anything other than a gun appeared, I had no confidence in using it properly.
I wasn’t sure if a gun could even manifest in this world, but I had no choice but to hold onto hope.
“Benevolent Mother of the Grasslands, stern Father of the Heavens. Here stands a boy between you both, ready to uphold your will. Please bestow upon him your power so that he may protect himself….”
How long did the Shaman’s incantation continue?
Whoooooosh——!!
Though it was the same circle as before, this time the light emanating from it was far more intense than the vibration.
The light soon gathered together and began taking form before my eyes.
‘It doesn’t seem to be the system, but it’s fascinating.’
Or rather, since this was happening inside the Tower, could this also be considered the system’s work?
I tried to quietly observe the light’s transformation.
I certainly intended to do so.
“No, this can’t be!”
Watching the light’s form change in an increasingly ominous direction, I simply couldn’t stay still.
From the very beginning, its shape was forming precisely into the outline of a sword.
Moreover, that silhouette was something extremely familiar to my eyes.
“A Legendary Sword? Go back right now!”
…If Elsie heard this, she would beat the ground and wail that it was too much, but I had no choice.
Elsie was certainly precious to me, but this might actually be the real Legendary Sword, and in the worst case, just the sword alone could appear without Elsie.
That would be truly irreversible.
“Did you hear? He said it’s a Legendary Sword from his own mouth.”
“I thought he was a quiet one normally, but it turns out he’s quite the braggart.”
“But if he’s saying it’s a Legendary Sword from his own mouth, why is he telling it to go back?”
The Tribal Members murmured after hearing my words.
The item’s name is literally the Legendary Sword!
Unfortunately, my grievance didn’t reach the Tribal Members.
In any case, perhaps my desperate wish was heard.
The light’s form changed rapidly.
It stretched longer, and then it widened in breadth.
…That appearance was also quite familiar to my eyes.
“What in the name of Ackmashpheire! Get out of here!”
“Did you hear that? Ackmash… what did he say?”
“I didn’t catch it either.”
“And that massive sword doesn’t satisfy him either?”
“A creature full of nothing but hot air!”
It was the claymore that Elsie used.
Though I managed to block this summoning in a hurry, it became crystal clear to me now.
‘Weapons related to me are appearing too!’
Just like with the words, if I aimed carefully enough with the weapons, I could achieve the results I desired!
I wasn’t sure why the Legendary Sword and Ackmash or whatever came out first, but at this rate, it seemed my sniper rifle could appear as well.
“Gaaaaaaah!!!! How dare you attempt to change the will of Heaven and Earth on your own whim?!”
Of course, we were currently in the midst of a sacred coming-of-age ceremony.
The Shaman was displeased with me constantly trying to change the weapon being designated, so he bellowed and swung his staff wildly.
“I-I apologize. This is quite an important matter for me.”
“Where is there anyone for whom a coming-of-age ceremony is not important! Simply accept the will of Heaven and the Grasslands with grace!”
‘This is far more important to me than you realize…’
I nodded to show I understood.
…Of course, if he tried to give me another useless weapon, I was prepared to demand he send me back immediately.
Meanwhile, the Shaman who had been scolding me so harshly tilted his head in confusion.
‘But would simply refusing actually change anything…?’
I had never tried it before, so I couldn’t know for certain, but if shouting “no” truly could change the weapon, I wondered if that was really the will of Heaven and Earth.
Even as I pondered this, the luminous form shifted its shape once more.
Watching intently, I finally clenched my fist.
‘That’s it!’
The beautiful stock extending gracefully forward.
The barrel stretched straight without a single deviation.
The scope that would pierce through all enemies without fail.
Though still merely a silhouette, I could not fail to recognize my sniper rifle.
This time, I nodded as if I would humbly accept the will of Heaven and waited for the result.
In truth, there was nothing to wait for.
Click—
All I had to do was firmly grasp the sniper rifle that appeared in midair with both hands.
Purung, whom I had rarely seen in reality, was so dear to me—how could my feelings be any less for this beloved sniper rifle?
Zing—!
I stroked the barrel of the sniper rifle gently, holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the tightness in my throat.
‘Status window.’
「Choi Ihyeon’s Sniper Rifle
Lv.60
Firepower: 315
…」
My status window has returned to normal!
I’ll need to conduct a proper experiment later, but seeing that the Thermal Scope operates flawlessly and everything else functions, it seems the modifications made from enhancement stones are working as well.
My body, which had temporarily reverted to that of an ordinary human, began receiving the proper effects of my stats once more through the “Soul’s Perfect Match” effect.
It was tumultuous, but now I had finally reclaimed the majesty of “Ilgyeok”!
“Phew….”
I exhaled a deep sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, the others who had been watching my transformation were.
“…What is that?”
“Just a moment ago it was a large greatsword.”
“Where did this long thing come from?”
Naturally, having no concept of what a “Gun” was, they could only mutter in bewilderment.
Kaez’s Uncle, who had always been fond of him, was no different.
“Kaez, what kind of weapon is that? No, you don’t seem to know either.”
“I do know, Uncle.”
“You do?”
My Uncle couldn’t understand how I could possibly know about a weapon he’d never seen before in his life.
What was certain was that it bore no resemblance to the sword most prized by the nomads, nor did it seem related to bows, spears, shields, or any of the secondary weapons.
‘…How am I supposed to explain this?’
Even I, who had claimed to know what it was, found myself at a loss when it came to explaining it.
It contained a magic stone inside, using that as a power source to load, activate, and fire through a certain mechanism….
I couldn’t very well go into such tedious details.
However, considering Jiana Elsie, who like the nomads didn’t know much about guns, I could anticipate how this would unfold.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
“Oof, my ears.”
“The Shaman Elder is quite spirited today.”
The Shaman, watching the people’s confusion, began waving his staff wildly and shouted again.
“Strange-looking though it may be, it’s clearly a staff! How can you all be blind and not see something so long with the essence of the plains flowing through it!”
“What, it’s a staff?”
“Damn it, the one who might lead our tribe from now on, and it’s a staff.”
“Our tribe is finished!”
Naturally, since a staff ranked at the very bottom among weapons that appeared during the coming-of-age ceremony, the people looked thoroughly disappointed.
No matter how much of an outcast Kaez was, he was still the son of a former Tribal Chief of considerable renown.
Had he obtained an excellent sword, he could have used that as a foundation to rise again, but with a staff of all things, it was nearly impossible to shake off the image of being truly cursed.
Though I gazed down at my sniper rifle with eyes full of affection.
Just as the people, wearing expressions of utter disappointment, were about to return to the village, I asked the Shaman.
“But is the coming-of-age ceremony complete with this?”
“Huh?”
The Shaman then responded with a wrinkled face.
“What else could possibly be needed?”
His tone suggested it was an obvious question to ask.
Ihyeon shrugged his shoulders.
“Isn’t it true that most coming-of-age ceremonies involve hunting dangerous beasts or overcoming treacherous terrain?”
I’d heard that even on Earth long ago, such customs were common—not just in this perilous otherworld.
By good fortune, I had found Purung and a sniper rifle during the ceremony, but it was hard to believe the 91st Floor would end with just this.
‘This alone wouldn’t even be enough to assign a rank… there must be something more to this process.’
With the sniper rifle in hand, what was there to fear?
Even if the Scorpion King I’d defeated on the 90th Floor appeared again, I was confident I could handle it without issue.
“Gaaahhh!!!!!”
However, the Shaman seemed to think otherwise.
The Elder swung his staff again, warning me not to speak such inauspicious words aloud.
“In a tribe already short on people to fight, what nonsense are you spouting! Safety comes first!”
‘…More human than I expected, aren’t they?’
I found myself thinking that this world possessed considerable flexibility after all.
Even if the tribe were to perish soon, it didn’t seem to have that conservative atmosphere of clinging to tradition.
“Yes, I understand. So I am now officially an adult?”
“Indeed.”
“Well, that’s the end of it then.”
“I have no intention of making someone who merely received a staff into our Tribal Chief… we’ll have to elect a new one next time.”
I observed the retreating figures of the Tribal Members, who still held Kaez in disfavor.
‘Gaining their recognition is probably the most urgent matter. What method could work?’
For someone who had fallen into complete ruin to restore their reputation, there would be roughly two paths.
The first was to swallow one’s pride somehow, build relationships with people, and earn recognition over a long period of time.
The second was to achieve a feat so extraordinary that others wouldn’t dare attempt it, and rise to prominence in one swift motion.
Naturally, the system’s intention would be the latter.
“Kaez, you’ve worked hard. Let’s head back now.”
With my Uncle’s assistance, the former wouldn’t be impossible, but I doubted I could achieve the goal by the time I reached the 99th Floor that way.
That was when it happened.
Rummmmmble———!!!!
“Huh?”
A sound erupted from behind, stopping the footsteps of people about to return to the village.
Snort—!
Purung, sensing something amiss, snorted roughly and pawed at the ground.
‘As expected, it’s here.’
I turned my head calmly, thinking that the 91st Floor couldn’t possibly be this easy.
Dark, ominous clouds were gathering across the horizon of the vast grassland.
Or was it merely clouds?
Thunder roared like the wrath of heaven itself, and beneath it, lightning streaked across the sky in torrents.
It was far too violent to be mere natural phenomena.
“That is….”
My Uncle, about to lead me back, looked up at the sky with a hardened expression.
Fear flickered in his eyes, hardened by the long passage of years.
Then the Shaman spoke aloud a name that had drifted through the nomads’ minds.
“The Thunder Bird, it’s the Thunder Bird!”
“Th-the Thunder Bird!”
“It’s truly a calamity!”
The moment the nomads heard those words, they were seized by complete terror.
They seemed to be confronting a transcendent existence that humanity could never resist.
‘The Thunder Bird? A monster?’
Meanwhile, Ihyeon narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the epicenter of the thunder and lightning.
The stat increases that returned along with his sniper rifle had dramatically enhanced his vision.
Indeed, each time lightning struck, beyond the brightening dark clouds, he could make out the shape of a massive bird.
Ihyeon asked the Shaman.
“When you say Thunder Bird, do you mean a giant bird?”
“How foolish! Has your mind completely left you? Surely you know well the legends of the grasslands! The grasslands have sent us their messenger of wrath!”
The legends of the grasslands.
At those words, a memory suddenly surfaced in Ihyeon’s—no, Kaez’s mind.
When human wickedness and moral corruption exceed a certain threshold, the grasslands and the heavens unite to send their messenger to punish them.
That messenger is the Thunder Bird.
Humans can never resist it, and to appease the Thunder Bird and send it away, one must offer an appropriate sacrifice.
My uncle’s face twisted in despair.
“It is said that at least ten lives must be offered to quell the Thunder Bird’s wrath. But our tribe can barely maintain what we might call a ‘tribe,’ and ten living sacrifices are simply….”
We were already struggling to maintain even the bare minimum of what could be called a tribe.
With each person precious, how could we speak of living sacrifices?
“Then we should fight it.”
When Ihyeon spoke with conviction, the Shaman’s staff came flying at him with a whoosh.
Of course, Ihyeon easily dodged it with a light movement.
“You brat! Do you dare speak of resisting the grasslands’ wrath? Our tribe doesn’t even have a proper archer to wield a bow! How could we possibly catch that bird? Do you think you, who just obtained a staff, could do it?”
“Yes.”

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