I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 287

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Episode 287
Ep. 287
Meanwhile, Ihyeon remained seated atop Purung, yet I sensed instinctively that the conquest was far from over.
I could faintly hear the Shaman’s voice crying out.
‘A Harpy? If it’s a Harpy, then could it be…?’
Unlike the Thunderbird, the mention of a Harpy struck a chord within me.
A flying-type monster that had only been spotted a handful of times across the entire world, yet left devastating destruction in its wake each time it appeared.
Screeeeeech————!!!
Soon, a piercing shriek that seemed to tear at eardrums echoed down from above.
Amidst the thunderous roar, screams pierced through from all directions.
Whoosh— Whoosh— Whoosh—
Simultaneously, creatures began bursting forth from the dark clouds that blanketed the sky like an ocean.
Not as massive as the Thunderbird individually, but overwhelming in their sheer numbers.
Just as the Shaman had said—Harpies.
In the terminology familiar to Hunters,
‘Harpies.’
Strange monsters with the faces of women adorned upon feathers that burned like crimson flames.
Moving in coordinated swarms, cunning and agile in their movements, they were formidable creatures that could not be easily confronted without deploying elite-tier Archer Hunters and Mages in considerable numbers.
“T-They really are Harpies!”
“The calamity continues!”
“We’re all going to die!”
One disaster after another.
The moment they escaped the Thunderbird, a swarm of Harpies appeared, and the Nomads pressed their heads into their hands, flattening themselves against the ground.
No matter how formidable Kaez’s magic was, being attacked by such a multitude of Harpies seemed like a matter of time before they were torn to shreds.
It was obvious that even a monster like Purung would be vulnerable to aerial assaults from above.
“Brother! Why do you inflict such trials upon us and Kaez! Have you truly abandoned us?!”
Even as everyone despaired,
I let out a soft chuckle, my lips curling upward into a smile.
‘Yes, this is what the 9th Floor should be like.’
A single Thunderbird had grown somewhat tedious.
This time, I didn’t even need to ride upon Purung.
I turned my gaze toward the Harpies circling and flying in formation across the sky.
“Kaez! What are you doing?! Now accept death willingly! This is your father’s will!”
Even my Uncle, who had believed in me until the Thunderbird appeared, seemed to have completely surrendered to despair.
Even if that powerful attack from before killed a few Harpies, there seemed to be no way to escape the wrath of the rest.
Perhaps accepting the will of the heavens and lifting the curse would be a better decision for the world.
“I was wrong! That Kaez bastard has gone completely mad from the curse!”
“Unless we kill all those Harpies at once, there’s no hope for us!”
The Nomads, still pressed flat against the ground, cried out in anguish.
But none of them knew.
‘I just need to kill them all at once.’
This meant I actually possessed such an ability.
In fact, I had become quite skilled at annihilating multiple enemies in a single strike, having cleared the tedious Slime mountains stretching from the 6th Floor to the 9th Floor!
…Though to be fair, the Knights had handled most of it themselves, but I had certainly defeated a considerable number as well.
‘Multi-target, ricochet.’
I aimed at the Harpies who still hadn’t grasped the situation, my smile growing even more sinister.
Layering two skills together.
No matter how high these Harpies soared through the sky looking down on me, they wouldn’t be able to ignore this.
‘If the Overlord’s concept for the 90th Floor range is about achieving great deeds by living out a single human’s life in their stead.’
I watched the circling Harpy calmly.
‘Then I should keep a close eye on what’s about to happen.’
The Overlord, so preoccupied with countering me that he’d forgotten his own strength.
Perhaps that creature was watching me from somewhere in that sky above.
‘My shots pierce the heavens, and soon I’ll reach the Tower’s end.’
I held my breath.
Then I fired.
Twang——!!
From atop Purung, I finally pulled the trigger, aiming straight up at the sky.
Unlike before, the mana bullet split into three paths, each rushing toward a different Harpy.
Kyaaaaaaaa———!!!
Had they sensed the approach of the reaper announcing their death?
Or was it merely instinct crying out?
The targeted Harpy shrieked in even greater agony than before.
But it was already too late.
Splurch—!
Three Harpies lost their heads in a single precise moment, plummeting like mayflies.
Even the Harpy that had been screaming loud enough to tear eardrums couldn’t muster any strength as it fell.
But that wasn’t the end.
Splurtchsplurtchsplurtch———
The mana bullet that had crushed the three Harpies’ heads immediately hunted for its next target.
Head, heart, head, heart, head….
One by one, the mayflies lost their vital points and rained down from the sky like hail.
With each one, the piercing screams that had filled the sky gradually faded.
“Huh…?”
“What is this…?”
“Am I still alive?”
The Nomads, who had believed their lives hung by a thread, suddenly found themselves in silence instead of feeling sharp talons tear into their backs, and they looked up at the sky in bewilderment.
Splurch—!
In that moment, the last Harpy fell, a hole torn through its chest without even understanding what had happened.
“??????”
What in the world is happening here?
First the Thunderbird, and now the Human-Faced Bird that appeared after it—utterly annihilated.
In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming momentum they had displayed vanished along with their lives.
Someone asked the Shaman a question.
“Shaman, the Human-Faced Bird is dead too, so what happens now?”
“…Eh?”
“????”
But this time, even the Shaman had nothing to say.
Just moments ago, he had frightened everyone with talk of Wumute, the great warrior of the grasslands, but then Kaez simply released a burst of flame from his staff and they all perished—what could he possibly say about that?
Of course, precisely because the Shaman couldn’t afford to remain silent, the people began whispering about him this time.
“Wait, Elder, could it be…?”
“Well, it is about time…”
“Didn’t you say you’ve been serving as Shaman since the time of the Tribal Chief from three generations back?”
“GAAAH!! Who do you take me for, some old man about to kick the bucket!”
‘Isn’t that exactly what you are?’
The people did lower their tails somewhat at the Shaman’s fierce outburst, yet their eyes remained filled with suspicion all the same.
Then again, they understood well enough.
That this incident was not solely the Shaman’s fault.
In truth, whose fault could it even be?
The Thunderbird and Human-Faced Bird were certainly impossible calamities of the grasslands, but it was simply that the boy Kaez had dispelled those calamities far too easily.
Then it happened.
Whoosh—
The dark clouds that the Thunderbird and Human-Faced Bird had summoned finally began to disperse.
By a curious coincidence, as the clouds parted, the sunlight pouring through like a spotlight first touched.
“Ah…!”
The very spot where Ihyeon and Purung stood.
For the nomads who believed in calamities and omens, that coincidence was far from an ordinary sign.
Someone raised their arm high at the beautiful, almost sacred composition, and cried out.
“Kaez!!!”
Soon, the others joined in, their voices unified.
“Kaez!”
“Child of the Comet, Kaez!”
“He who repelled the calamity of the grasslands!”
“The successor of Wumute!!!!”
Even as they cheered, I gazed up at the clearing sky.
‘This is it.’
The sensation of a single strike.
It remained unchanged whether I had fallen into an entirely different world or entered a completely different body.
Rather, unlike on Earth, there were now at least some people here who witnessed me and cheered directly.
I turned my gaze slowly, observing the nomads who were now saying things completely opposite to what they had said moments before.
Whether I should call it simple or shameless.
They were people who could be judged harshly if one wished, but Ihyeon brushed away the ill feelings with a faint smile.
‘They probably had no choice in the matter either.’
In any case, these were people I had to journey through the 90s floors with, whether I liked it or not.
Though much had happened, I made one resolve.
I would ensure that not a single one of them suffered injury.
Those who stood by my side until we completed the 90s floors would never be lost.
Perhaps that was the only standard by which I could achieve an S+ rating not just on the 91st floor, but across the entire 90s floors.
Thump-thump— Thump-thump—
I led Purung back toward the people.
Naturally, through skillful route adjustments, I had collected most of the monsters’ byproducts.
“Uu….”
The people who had been cheering moments before fell silent without realizing it, overwhelmed by the oppressive presence of Purung and me.
When at a distance it was less noticeable, but up close I appeared far too massive, far too towering.
Thud—
“Uncle, I have returned.”
“That… yes, you’ve worked hard indeed. I still… don’t quite understand what happened.”
For everyone except me, it must have been a continuous stream of dreamlike moments.
That was why my uncle’s reaction wasn’t particularly strange.
And why his gaze held not the affection of looking at a cute nephew, but rather an awe toward something transcendent.
For me, it was somewhat disappointing.
“Everyone, quiet! Be quiet!”
“You’re the loudest one here.”
“Who dares speak!”
The Shaman, brimming with energy, hurriedly approached me with quick steps.
‘I thought I’d seen this somewhere before, but these nomads are quite like those Knights, aren’t they?’
I chuckled and met the Shaman’s gaze confidently.
The Shaman’s wrinkled face held, surprisingly, a smile.
“Kaez! You have now become an adult of the steppes! Moreover, having achieved a feat worthy of being inscribed upon the winds of the steppes the moment you became an adult, you must receive a new name befitting such accomplishment!”
“Ooooh!”
“A new name!”
At the Shaman’s words, the nomads erupted into commotion.
Listening to their words, I soon dimly grasped what the Shaman intended to do.
‘Is he going to give me a title of some sort?’
The name one receives from one’s parents is merely a basic appellation.
However, as one lives on the steppes and accumulates achievements that others cannot easily accomplish, one receives a new name befitting such deeds.
That is the honor of the nomads, and a title that instills fear in one’s enemies.
‘…I don’t ask for much, just something I can understand and remember would be nice.’
Certainly, receiving the tribe’s recognition was joyful, but I honestly hoped for that much.
What good would it be to receive a grandly meaningful title if I couldn’t properly remember it myself?
As expected, the Shaman (male) muttered far more complex words than he had during the coming-of-age ceremony earlier.
“Great king of the grasslands and child of the heavens, who subdued thunder and repelled calamity, who achieved in a boy’s body feats that even giants could not accomplish….”
It seemed that obtaining the simple title Ihyeon desired was already slipping away.
‘What can I do? I’ll just have to memorize it.’
Whether it was truly the 90th Floor range or not, I could no longer make progress simply by pulling the trigger as I had before.
“Oh! So much meaning behind it!”
“If you’d seen Kaez’s appearance just now, that much is only fitting!”
“Inma! You were burying your head in my backside just a moment ago!”
“Who?”
The People’s anticipation grew with each word the Shaman (male) added to his incantation.
Finally.
Flash!
The Shaman (male), who had been muttering words I no longer even attempted to understand, opened his eyes wide.
And he spoke Ihyeon’s new title.
“Ilgyeok! It is Ilgyeok!”
“!!!!!!!”
“Ilgyeok?!?!!?!?!”
‘Why are they so shocked?’
Ihyeon turned to look at the Shaman (male) and the People, utterly bewildered and at a loss for words.

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