I Got A Legendary Sniper Rifle - Chapter 381

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Episode 381
Ep. 381
The energy flickering at the gun’s muzzle shot straight toward Erkastrula.
Its speed wasn’t as brisk and swift as Mana Tan’s.
Yet it didn’t appear as though anyone could evade it.
Whether one liked it or not, time was the current that made everyone live within its flow.
Just as surely, temporal distortion sniping would be impossible for any mortal dwelling within time to escape.
Kuoooo——!!
Erkastrula, as if declaring the reconnaissance complete, suddenly raised one arm to attack Ihyeon before her.
That was precisely when the temporal distortion snipe activated.
Thud—
Erkastrula froze in that exact posture.
“U-uh?”
The spectators watched in bewilderment as the colossal demon, who seemed about to strike at any moment, hardened without sound or movement.
But that lasted only briefly.
Thump—
“???!?!?!!?!”
Erkastrula was dead the next instant.
How?
“That… that was…”
Even Jia and Elsie, who rarely showed surprise at Ihyeon’s destructive power or skills, widened their eyes in astonishment.
Because Erkastrula’s demise was simply too difficult to imagine.
It would have been more conceivable if all her limbs were severed and wind holes pierced through her body, as when she was hunted by Ihyeon and Elsie.
There was no end to the world’s strength, and there could be countless beings stronger than the prairie demon.
However.
“The cause of Erkastrula’s death is natural causes.”
Blue, who had lost the sound effect through Leon, calmly revealed the demon’s cause of death.
Natural causes.
The meaning of those words was far too simple.
It meant the demon had died of old age.
In that brief moment when I pulled the trigger and Erkastrula stood frozen.
Even without Blue’s explanation, everyone already understood it in their minds.
The rapidly shrinking physique, the wrinkled skin, the whitening fur—all of it.
Because the opponent was a demon, they couldn’t be certain, but Erkastrula displayed every phenomenon considered evidence of aging before collapsing.
And on top of that, Blue had even confirmed the kill.
“Does this even make sense?”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Good heavens, what kind of skill did the Lord obtain this time?”
Even the Knights, who were beginning to lose interest as my Retainers no longer flinched at intense PT exercises, gathered around and began murmuring about this new skill of mine.
Had this been my first time, I might have felt somewhat embarrassed.
“That much, then.”
By now, I had undergone sufficient training to remain unmoved by criticism and jealousy of this caliber.
Of course, Ihyeon was startled upon grasping the meaning of time distortion itself.
But I knew that if I too made a fuss here, matters would only grow more complicated.
“Y-yes, truly our Lord….”
“Now a skill of that level doesn’t even make you raise an eyebrow.”
Sure enough, the Knights marveled at my composed reaction.
‘Does this make sense? If it’s enough to make even demons age to death, just how much time am I distorting?’
My inner thoughts were somewhat dizzy, though.
Demons, naturally, spoke and moved, but were fundamentally regarded as a sort of natural phenomenon, like mountains or lakes.
Even after scouring through all manner of tales and mythology, one rarely heard of angels, demons, or gods aging to death.
If I were to kill such a demon by distorting time, just how many eons would I need to pour into it?
“The summoned demon’s survival duration is unknown, but demons’ lifespans are generally known to be measured in tens of millions of years.”
“Is that so, Master?”
…I’d heard Blue’s explanation, but it wasn’t particularly helpful.
In any case, I could only understand that my sniper rifle distorted an extraordinarily long span of time.
“Just how much stronger are you trying to become, brother?”
“I mean, at Ilgyeok’s level, even getting stronger wouldn’t really matter anymore, would it?”
Suyeon and Yunjung chatted quietly between themselves.
Suyeon agreed with Yunjung’s words as well.
Growing stronger required some point of comparison—’if I become stronger than that, it would be dangerous,’ ‘if I reach that level, no one could match me.’ That sort of thing.
Someone at Ihyeon’s level growing stronger?
Since there was no longer anyone capable of standing against Ihyeon, it truly didn’t matter.
That Hero Erubein had been paired as a rival to Ilgyeok was ancient history.
Now both the media and public opinion treated Ilgyeok as clearly above the Hero tier.
Those acquaintances who knew my true nature had long since acknowledged that I lay beyond any basis for comparison.
I myself questioned whether I would ever truly need to use such a terrifying skill.
‘Soul Destruction had meaning in defeating monsters that couldn’t be killed by simple physical attacks….’
Would I ever encounter enemies that Soul Destruction itself couldn’t touch?
– Yeah, anyway, the Master just killed that demon in one shot, so either way it’s the same.
Then, Leon’s voice came from within the Gun.
…Truly the keen observation of one who had risen to the position of Watchman, the Tower’s administrator.
I turned to Blue and asked.
“What would happen if I used this skill on an enemy that doesn’t possess a lifespan like a demon’s?”
Blue seemed to calculate for a moment, then offered a concise answer.
“Annihilation.”
“….”
I’d roughly anticipated it, but hearing it spoken aloud felt different.
Annihilation.
Beyond merely aging to death—projecting a span of time no existence could endure, completely erasing a being from this world.
My breath stopped, my body decomposed, and even the scattered remains crumbled into dust….
No matter how much I had ascended to the ranks of the superhuman, it was beyond the scope of what a single ‘human’ could imagine.
I traced through that process for a moment, and my expression darkened with a solemn heart.
“Ah….”
Suyeon and Yunjung, hearing Blue’s words, seemed to understand my feelings, and their expressions became similar to mine with a small sigh.
“What does it matter, Master? With your Gun, everything’s a one-shot anyway. Do you really need to use something like that?”
“Elsie, you….”
And Elsie asked with a bright expression.
I looked at Elsie for a moment, then smiled softly and answered.
“You really do share a lot of similarities with Leon.”
“Hehe, you’re too kind~”
Elsie, unaware of what I was thinking when I said that, felt embarrassed as she combed her red hair with her fingers.
– Sigh, when Elsie was with me, she was quite clever and smart, but meeting the wrong Master….
Even Leon couldn’t help but lament how pure Elsie was!
In any case, I had finished properly confirming the newly obtained rewards.
Since most of my team members had gathered, I spoke up.
“Now that the Main Tower has been integrated, our activities will change somewhat. Everyone should prepare yourselves mentally.”
Polite speech that naturally came out because of Yunjung.
But beyond that, there was a trustworthy aspect that came from my firm tone.
Suyeon, Yunjung, Jia, Elsie, and Blue all answered my words loudly.
“Yes!”
* * *
Who is the hottest person in South Korea right now?
Of course, it’s Ilgyeok.
A mysterious figure who achieved the unprecedented record of clearing all 100 floors of the Main Tower, and all at S+ rank, yet whose identity remains unknown.
But since Ilgyeok’s identity couldn’t be known, let’s set that aside for now.
Among those revealed to the media, the hottest topic is naturally.
“Director Han Seongcheol! This is from Gyeongdo News! Would an interview be possible for a moment?”
“!!! I haven’t done anything wrong….”
“…?”
“Ah, yes, what is it?”
“Ah… it’s nothing special, but we’re planning a relay article featuring interviews with exemplary members of society for young people, and we’d like to hear from you, Director.”
“Ah…. I’m not the kind of person worthy of that. My apologies.”
“Wow~ and so humble too!”
It was Han Seongcheol, the director of the Ilgeuk Foundation.
Those who were truly involved in this industry, not just the general public who enjoyed watching his daily movements, had a question.
Where on earth did Han Seongcheol come from?
No matter how suddenly he appeared like a comet, there are limits.
A comet only appears and disappears in an instant when seen from Earth.
In reality, it must have traveled through the depths of space for thousands of years, didn’t it?
For instance, someone might have climbed to at least a Personnel Manager position at some guild.
Or perhaps they’d developed notable capabilities in a non-governmental organization.
Or at the very least, they’d built a career in the byproduct industry, awakened, and started their own business.
That’s how rumors naturally circulate—”Oh, that person used to be like that back in the day~”—but strangely, Seongcheol had virtually no gossip surrounding him.
Of course, that made perfect sense.
Before Jonggeon brought him in to lead the Villain Crew “Bullet,” the predecessor to the One-Strike Service Corps, Seongcheol had simply been a Hunter climbing the tower on his own.
His naturally unsociable nature meant he had no close Hunter acquaintances, and since he wasn’t affiliated with any guild, there were no sightings of him to speak of.
The only experiences that surfaced were from those who’d occasionally partied with him at the Main Tower, thanks to the distinctive scar on his left eye.
Even then, the anecdotes that rippled through were merely that he’d quietly contributed more than his fair share without any greed before parting ways.
Yet even Seongcheol, who commanded universal respect, harbored a secret he couldn’t speak of.
‘When exactly will I be arrested….’
The very organization he belonged to—the Ilgeuk Foundation, which currently wielded tremendous influence over South Korea—was a hotbed of corruption!
Of course, Seongcheol hadn’t orchestrated any of it.
Everything was handled by Jonggeon, the Foundation’s second-in-command, and Seongcheol was merely a figurehead dragged in against his will.
Jonggeon’s skills had improved so dramatically that no matter how hard Seongcheol looked, he couldn’t find a trace of accounting fraud or slush funds.
With countless accounting volunteers and even Deokhuun, the president of Ilgeuk Materials, saying nothing, if it were ever exposed, it would become a landmark case in South Korean criminal history.
But no matter how much Seongcheol insisted he hadn’t orchestrated this, he bore some responsibility.
Rather, Seongcheol sensed that someday he would have to make a decisive choice to take responsibility for all of this.
Just then, news arrived that Ilgyeok had finally cleared the 100th floor.
‘…I can’t burden Ilgyeok any longer.’
As a South Korean citizen and a Hunter fighting in the tower, Seongcheol held deep respect for Ilgyeok.
Wasn’t he far more beneficial to society and the world than the Original Members who were uselessly living off the fat of the land outside, or Jonggeon with his eyes wide open for slush funds?
Ilgyeok had even trusted them enough to send proxies first to make contact.
While other board members might have seen it as a golden opportunity to line their pockets, Seongcheol felt deep gratitude and remorse toward such an Ilgyeok.
What on earth were they doing, using Ilgyeok’s name to establish an organization like this!
Crunch—
Seongcheol entered the office.
Without even turning on the lights, he sat at his desk and clenched his fists tightly.
That’s right!
No matter how powerless his position as chairman in name only was, the time had come to make a decision.
Tap tap tap— tap tap—
Seongcheol turned on his computer and began typing something.
At first, he moved slowly as if unsure how to begin, but soon the words flowed like a dam breaking, written with the momentum of a single brush stroke.
How much time had passed?
“Phew….”
As Seongcheol let out a deep sigh and turned off the monitor, Jonggeon and a few of the Original Members happened to visit the office.
“Huh? Hyung, what are you doing without even turning on the lights?”
“…It’s nothing.”
“Wow~ You’re radiating such presence today!”
The Original Members simply applauded and cheered as if delighted by Seongcheol’s demeanor.
Click—
“Still, working without the lights on will ruin your eyes, hyung.”
“Keke, back in school, the teachers used to scold us every day, asking if we were children of darkness.”
“Don’t tell me you hit the teachers too?”
“What? You disrespectful brat! Don’t you know the saying that a teacher and father are one and the same? They were all speaking out of concern for us, so who would I hit? It’s because of punks like you that teacher authority has collapsed and society has grown sick!”
“I, I was just asking….”
As expected, it took mere moments for the Original Members to gather before things became chaotic.
Seongcheol, who had been quietly observing their comedic exchange, finally spoke up.
“I need to take a business trip overseas.”
“Huh!?”

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