I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 293

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Episode 293
Ep. 293
I knew to some extent that Suyeon was what people called a “homebody,” but I never imagined it would be to this degree!
Even though we lived right next door, it seemed quite difficult to catch a glimpse of Suyeon’s face.
‘When I find Elsie later, I should definitely bring her here once.’
Jia seemed uninterested, but Elsie might throw a tantrum about wanting to live here if she saw the inside of Suyeon’s home.
After touring all of Suyeon’s hobbies, her bedroom itself felt surprisingly ordinary by comparison.
Just a simple desk and a bed.
A plain structure with no particular decorations.
If I’d come here first, I would have thought, “Ah, so Shin Gung sleeps in a place like this,” but after witnessing such an extraordinary sight out there, it was hard to be impressed.
Ihyeon looked back at Suyeon with a pitying expression and spoke.
“Well… I’ve seen enough. If you want to eat, feel free to come to our house anytime. Actually, you should definitely come.”
“Huh! Really?!”
Ihyeon had said it with the mindset of looking after a solitary elderly person, but I couldn’t tell how Suyeon was taking it.
“Yeah. My parents don’t go to the supermarket much these days anyway, so they’ll always be home. You can come help with the farm work if you have nothing to do. Actually, you should definitely help.”
“D-definitely?”
Suyeon hesitated slightly, recalling the hobby rooms she’d meticulously set up in peak condition, but Ihyeon’s resolve didn’t waver.
What good was a high ranking if she stayed cooped up at home every day without moving, unable to contribute to society?
‘Well, Suyeon does seem helpful enough… Anyway, no matter what, she should at least see some sunlight and live a normal life.’
Unlike others, Minjeong and Donghoo had already grown close to Suyeon, so she probably wouldn’t feel too burdened.
Ihyeon stepped outside again and asked Suyeon.
“By the way, when are you planning to climb to the 90th floor?”
Now that Ihyeon had surpassed her and advanced to the 90s, Suyeon had completely shed her burden regarding the timer.
Still, she said she intended to climb higher, so she must be preparing in her own way.
Suyeon nodded.
“Yeah. I’m working hard at it, but it still feels like I’m lacking something.”
“Really? I think you’re fine as you are.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that…”
Though her face flushed with embarrassment, Suyeon was already a complete Archer Hunter.
Of course, she would struggle considerably against the Scorpion King with the Assassin Scorpion leading the way, but she felt much stronger than against the Dokkaebi.
The Thunderbird on the 91st floor or the Manticore seemed like something Suyeon, as an Archer Hunter, could handle sufficiently.
‘It seems swords and spears receive high evaluations because there’s some balance adjustment in place.’
Melee weapons, which struggled against flying monsters, received good scores in evaluations, while ranged weapons received correspondingly lower scores.
If one had overwhelming firepower like Ihyeon, it wouldn’t matter much, but it was consideration for Hunters who primarily engaged in close combat.
However, Suyeon could overcome that level of balance adjustment without difficulty.
Ihyeon thought for a moment and added this.
“Really, you’re fine. At least you’re not a Mage.”
“???”
Suyeon, unaware of the coming-of-age ceremony on the 91st floor, tilted her head in confusion.
And someone who wasn’t present here—or rather, someone who had left Korea and was in a distant foreign land—was affected by its consequences.
“Achoo!”
“Claude, why the sudden sneeze?”
“Who knows, maybe someone’s cursing me… or perhaps it’s the sand dust?”
“How unexpected.”
“Claude! If you’ve finished slacking off, get over here right now! Do you have any idea how much I’ve been rolling around by myself?”
“Ah, coming, Jenny…”
And so the Mage Claude finally focused on Frontier’s main duties.
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「South Korea, Main Tower Floor 92. Will you enter?」
‘Yes.’
At last, after completing the repeated conquest, I was advancing to the next floor.
It felt somewhat strange not knowing where those creatures who had always cheered me on from my side were now.
Yet even so, it didn’t affect my state of mind.
‘I need to get in there quickly and find the kids.’
“Salute to the lord entering the tower!”
“Yes, sir!”
Rather, a single squad of Knights lined up on either side, saluting as if to say they would take the place of the Spirits who were gone—a sight that seemed quite endearing.
Before I could even properly praise them, I had already entered the Main Tower.
My vision shifted in an instant, and I stood upon the prairie of the 90s floors.
Unlike when I first entered Floor 91, there was no cinematic presentation.
Since it had disappeared on retries as well, it seemed to be something only visible to those entering the 90s floors for the first time.
Instead, I keenly noticed the changes that had occurred among the Nomads.
‘Their numbers have increased considerably. They seem more vibrant too.’
Still not quite at the level of Kaez’s father’s time.
But the situation was far better than it had been on Floor 91.
Several more Nomad tents had been added, and the people’s demeanor seemed less cautiously vigilant of their surroundings and more warmly settled in their daily lives.
“Kaez! Have you eaten dinner?”
“Eir was looking for you all day today, asking where you’d gone.”
The time was roughly when the sun was beginning to slope westward in the evening.
The Tribal Members’ attitude toward Kaez was distinctly different from before.
Not only did they smile and show goodwill, but they were even respectful, as if addressing a young Tribal Chief.
I responded to such people appropriately while listening to conversations drifting from here and there.
After I had swept away the Thunderbird and the Manticore and earned the name Ilgyeok, the fame of this tribe had risen considerably throughout the prairie.
And so those wandering the prairie had been joining them one after another.
The sense that the tribe’s size had grown seemed largely due to that.
Thud-thud— Purung—!
Then, Purungi 1 appeared as always from behind me and greeted me familiarly.
“So you came too.”
I nodded and stroked his face.
I had no idea what principle allowed him to move in and out of the tower, but having his massive form beside me certainly put my mind at ease.
“…But aren’t you just too massive?”
That was precisely the problem—I had become far too reliant on his presence.
Purung was simply too colossal to navigate through the tightly clustered nomadic tents, huddled together for safety and warmth.
And as expected.
“Ahhh! It’s Purung!”
“Th-there’s no path to pass through…!”
Cries of alarm erupted from every corner of the encampment.
At least the scattered hearths didn’t topple over.
With no better option, I decided to simply push straight through and exit the camp entirely.
There was likely a pasture where they kept their horses separately, but given Purung’s temperament, he would certainly pay no heed to such a place.
As we left the encampment behind, the sun that had painted the western sky crimson finally sank completely beyond the horizon.
True darkness descended upon us.
“Kaez! Were you with Purung again?”
“Ah, Uncle.”
My uncle approached with a bright smile.
His face had visibly brightened as well—it seemed his stress had diminished considerably of late.
Indeed, I understood it well.
When a single person becomes completely broken within an organization, even those who watch over him bear an enormous burden of stress.
“Has the tribe been peaceful recently?”
“Hmm? Yes, quite peaceful. It’s all thanks to you, Kaez.”
My uncle gently patted my head as though I had done something remarkable.
I turned my head away from his view and narrowed my eyes to slits.
‘But if Floor 92 has begun, something must be about to happen.’
There was no way Floor 92 would progress on a peaceful day where nothing occurred.
My premonition proved accurate.
———….
“Hmm.”
I raised one eyebrow as I sensed an ominous presence the moment my uncle finished speaking.
My uncle remained unaware, but I detected it clearly.
A considerable number of creatures converging on the nomadic tribe, encircling it.
‘I didn’t understand it then… but is this a Duobuxini?’
They were certainly different from ordinary monsters.
Their movements and behavioral patterns were completely chaotic and inconsistent.
There was no basis to classify them as the same species—rather, it was fitting to call them Duobuxini precisely because they were grouped together despite such differences.
Before long, someone in the village sensed the danger.
“Gaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!”
“Sigh, why is that old man acting up again?”
“Leave him be, he’ll just ramble about curses and the prairie’s wrath again.”
People’s perception of the Shaman was deplorable—he was treated like some boy who cried wolf—but this time, his warning deserved to be heeded.
“Duobuxini! The calamity from fifteen years ago descends upon our tribe once more!!!!”
“?!?!?!”
“D-Duobuxini?!”
The moment that cursed four-syllable name spilled from my lips, the nomads gasped in horror.
Not another tribe, but my own people—Kaez’s tribe—carried the traumatic memory of having been brutally ravaged by the Duobuxini.
So many had lost family in that catastrophe that it was nearly impossible to find anyone who hadn’t.
“N-No! That can’t be!”
“We’re all going to die! This time, we really will!”
Confronted with an irresistible terror, humans succumb to panic and become paralyzed, incapable of any action.
They could only shriek in fear, their cries piercing the air.
The learned trauma gnawed at their very souls, consuming their bodies from within.
Yet not everyone was consumed by it.
“W-We have Kaez, don’t we?!”
“Can’t we put our faith in Ilgyeok?!”
The memory of Ilgyeok’s prowess—how he had obliterated the Thunderbird and Manticore in a single stroke—remained vivid in their minds.
That was precisely why, amidst the terrified masses, some had managed to seize their weapons and rush forward.
But.
‘Not a single person can be harmed.’
I had no intention of giving them even a moment to engage in combat.
My uncle, by now, seemed to have grasped the general situation and wore an expression of profound tension.
I spoke.
“The Duobuxini are surrounding and attacking the encampment.”
“Surrounding, surrounding us!”
“This must be the Sado’s doing.”
“It must be… It’s far too similar to back then. To when my brother fell…”
My uncle clenched his fists in rage, yet seemed to have no clear solution.
I couldn’t fault him for it.
Without the strength of a Hunter, for him to face those dark beasts with nothing but a single blade would be nothing short of recklessness.
I pushed him toward the encampment.
“Uncle, please return to the village and calm the people. I’ll handle what’s outside.”
“What?! Kaez! What are you thinking?!”
My uncle tried to stop me, insisting that what I was saying made no sense.
And with good reason—his own brother had died in a situation like this, so his trauma was understandably triggered.
But this time was different.
I smiled faintly.
“No one will die.”
“K-Kaez…”
No matter how old a trauma is, it must be overcome.
Only then can the life that follows truly begin to heal.
My uncle, unable to hide his anxiety, nevertheless followed my instructions and returned to the encampment.
Though the horrific memories from fifteen years ago remained, for some reason, his nephew inspired trust.
This time, it was a trust that said he could rely on the fifteen-year-old boy.
Ihyeon meticulously confirmed that his uncle had returned to the camp and that no one else remained outside it.
What came next was simple.
“If you surround me and charge, I have my own methods too.”
If Jia and the Knights were here, I could handle them through direct confrontation without resorting to such tactics.
But without a pheasant, a chicken would have to do.
Though from Ihyeon’s perspective, he was the chicken.
To those facing him, however, he would feel less like a chicken and more like a phoenix.
Ihyeon knelt on one knee and activated his skill.
‘Secret Hideout Creation.’
A notification window immediately appeared in response to his request.
「Would you like to set the designated range as a secret hideout?」

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