Chapter 146
CHAPTER 146
The firing rate of the pistol Taewoo was holding was 0.4 seconds.
The number of bullets Taewoo fired while Seojun approached was eight.
Since Taewoo had fired wildly without thinking, that meant Seojun had reached him in just 3.2 seconds.
Considering it was a distance that could be covered in under two seconds if someone sprinted, Seojun hadn't even been in much of a hurry.
Yet there was a reason it had felt unbelievably fast.
- Wow, kkkkkkkk this was basically a horror movie.
- I had Seojun's side off and was watching this one instead, so I saw it.
- Clip this right now!
- For a second I thought I was watching a zombie game, kkkkk.
- If a zombie comes at me like that? Nope, can't deal with it.
- A zombie holding a frying pan is scarier than a running zombie, kkkkkkk.
Taewoo, who had clearly witnessed everything that had happened moments ago, trembled as he recalled it.
For humanity's safety, we absolutely have to make sure that bastard never turns into a zombie.
He was lying face-down in a knocked-out state, reading the chat.
His legs had given out, and by pure luck he had avoided Seojun's first attack. Then he had been knocked unconscious for being cocky and even got hit one more time with the frying pan afterward, leaving him in critical condition.
"Everyone, why do you think he didn't kill me immediately?"
3.2 seconds could be a long time in combat, but ordinarily it was very short.
Far too short for Taewoo's teammates to hear the gunfire, prepare themselves, and come help him.
Unless they had been heading over the moment the fight started.
But if they rushed over recklessly and left a gap in surveillance, allowing an enemy to move out of sight, that would become an even bigger mistake. So they had taken time to come.
As a result, Taewoo died before his teammates could arrive.
It couldn't be helped. Who would have expected Seojun to just force his way in?
Everyone thought he had rolled around a few times to dodge bullets. Nobody had said he'd openly walk forward while doing it!
After leaving Taewoo behind, Seojun disappeared into the darkness.
Telling him to wait a little.
Seojun had infiltrated their area. The positions they had prepared in advance had become meaningless.
Still, if it's Keryl, he'll definitely be able to stop that guy!
It was disappointing that his teammates weren't coming to revive him, but there was nothing they could do.
Besides, I have an item.
If it helped them defeat Seojun, losing one player in this game was worth it.
They'd figure something out somehow, right?
Hahaha.
Keryl was a Challenger support, especially known for his exceptional game sense.
More importantly—
- Why'd he leave you alive? Probably because you weren't worth killing, lol.
- So why'd you fall over?
- How'd you dodge that? Did you seriously fall because you got scared?
- Taewoo, hurry up and tell us the truth.
- Even Seojun looked surprised when you dodged. But honestly, I don't think you have the skill to dodge that attack. Pretty sure you just collapsed.
He had gotten scared.
And it seemed the viewers had noticed.
Damn it.
That lunatic's entrance alone had been overwhelming.
The way he had backed around the corner the first time, and then—
Wasn't it only fair for his legs to give out?
"That's not what happened."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A fierce battle was underway.
He was curious how it would turn out. Somehow, he hoped they could stop Seojun.
Maybe another team had arrived as well.
At the end of the hallway on the other side was Sabam, someone in a situation similar to his. It was hard to see because he had fallen back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The interior wasn't visible either.
The underground area was filled with countless pieces of cover and patches of darkness.
That was why they had wanted to block entry from the start.
[Keryl --> NeedBlackoutCurtain]
[SwordGod14 --> WetWipes]
Oh, nice.
Were those two from the Spoon Team?
When Keryl killed another team member, Sabam—who had been knocked out first—died as well.
There were no teammates left who could revive him.
And since Seojun had knocked him out earlier, the message appeared as Seojun's kill.
So they really did come over and join the fight.
Currently, Taewoo possessed a very useful item: a Defibrillator.
A rare item with the highest chance of being found in hospitals.
Just as Level 3 armor was most likely to spawn at camps, hospitals were where Defibrillators appeared.
The item's effect was simple:
It allowed the user to recover on their own while knocked out.
Should I use it now? There's no way that guy knows I have this. If he did, he would've killed me.
The biggest drawback of the Defibrillator was that the moment it was activated, it produced an incredibly loud noise.
The item practically shouted not only the user's location but also:
"This guy is reviving himself with me! Hurry up and kill him!"
I shouldn't interfere with the fight.
That was the biggest reason he hadn't used it until now.
Loud sounds and sudden changes could alter a battle in unpredictable ways.
Bang! Bang!
The people carrying Defibrillators were Keryl and Taewoo.
Apparently, B-rank marksmen were surprisingly bad at Ground Zero.
But thinking about it again—
They know I have it. If I make noise, maybe they can use it somehow?
Should he trust the game sense of a Challenger support?
Maybe they could use the sound to catch Seojun.
An information gap.
There was a high chance Seojun didn't even know this item existed.
On the other hand, Keryl knew Taewoo had a Defibrillator.
[SwordGod14 --> Kkwebae]
Another teammate died.
Not even knocked out—just dead.
Taewoo began to think that using it was better than lying there doing nothing.
He opened his inventory and, with one arm, painfully pressed the Defibrillator's activation button.
BEEEEEEEEEP!
- Finally using it?
- Defibrillator's out!
- Why the hell didn't this idiot use it until now?
- Seriously, Seojun leaving him alive was a miracle, kkkkkkkkk.
A massive siren echoed throughout the underground facility.
Taewoo's body fell flat onto the ground.
The Defibrillator attached itself to his chest.
Anyone, come already.
He waited.
If he got revived, great. If not, then it was fate!
At that moment—
Taewoo saw the item Seojun had just taken out.
Struggling, he lifted his head and tilted it in confusion as he looked at Seojun.
The newly equipped item was a frying pan.
There were clearly two bullets coming at him.
So if he held two frying pans...
Wouldn't that solve it?
Was that really how it worked?
- That's dual wielding!
- Kkkkkkk wait, was that why he kept collecting frying pans this whole time?
- Screw it, he's got four frying pans in his inventory. Just use them all! Kkkkkkk
- That guy is strong. Strong beyond imagination!
- Why not hold one in your mouth too? Kkkkkkkkk!
Keryl moved around a crate, attempting to surround Seojun.
It was a desperate situation, but to Taewoo, Seojun's face looked unbelievably calm despite holding a frying pan in each hand.
"I never thought the situation would turn out like this. Come on, Kale-nim."
"It's Keryl! Keryl! Hyung, how many times do I have to tell you?!"
Taewoo became certain.
Seojun was getting his name wrong on purpose.
Do you really want to get under a high school kid's skin that badly?
Bang!
The fight began.
Bang!
Flames burst from the muzzle, revealing the bullet.
A lump of metal flying faster than an arrow, fast enough to strip away flesh and life itself.
But if you reacted to the muzzle before the bullet came out, it was possible to move a shield into position beforehand.
Not just block it.
Dodge it as well.
That lunatic.
Just like Seojun was doing now, spinning his body to evade.
To Taewoo, Seojun was a strange man.
At first glance he seemed ordinary, but the deeper you looked, the more obvious it became that he wasn't normal.
The type who teased people whenever he saw an opening, constantly getting on their nerves until you wondered if something was fundamentally wrong with him—
Yet he hated genuinely bad behavior and even corrected older players when they crossed the line.
He treated pro players like punching bags to relieve his stress.
But somehow, through that bizarre style of teaching, he improved their skills.
He bullied Taewoo and ordered him around all the time.
Yet when Taewoo's broadcasts seemed completely hopeless, Seojun had erased all his anxiety with a single sentence:
"Just do it."
Taewoo had always thought he understood Seojun, at least a little.
But as he watched these truly serious movements for the first time, he realized just how much Seojun had been holding back around them.
In less than the blink of an eye, Seojun spun half a turn.
Sparks erupted twice.
Clang!
While rotating, he identified the attack coming from behind and deflected it.
Front and back.
At the same time.
Since he had rotated half a turn using his left foot as the pivot, his right foot became the next axis.
He spun another half turn and closed the distance toward Keryl.
His body rotated.
His arm followed.
And that arm naturally blocked the attack from behind.
Sparks and flashes flew again.
But only one shot followed.
Bang!
Keryl must have realized things couldn't continue like this.
He intentionally delayed his shot.
He was trying to disrupt the timing.
Recognizing the need for change after only a single exchange and acting on it immediately—
That was the kind of adaptability only a select few exceptional people possessed.
Yet Seojun seemed to have read that timing as well.
He simply pulled back the arm that had blocked the attack from behind and brought it forward.
Clang!
Would it have hit if Keryl had fired just a little sooner?
No one knew.
If it's that bastard, he probably would've blocked that too.
Meanwhile, Seojun never stopped spinning forward.
The hand gripping the weapon—
No, the frying pan—
Moved with razor-sharp precision, as if his entire body was declaring that he could never lose the flow even for an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
From front and back.
Attacks that should have been impossible to defend against were blocked one after another.
Sparks decorated every path Seojun passed through.
That lunatic.
He really was insane.
A divine miracle.
A technique belonging to the gods.
That was the dictionary definition.
And Taewoo felt like he was witnessing such a technique right now.
Still, if I can revive—!
At that moment—
Just as Seojun got close enough to reach Keryl, he released his left hand.
The frying pan that had lost its owner flew toward Taewoo under the force of centrifugal momentum.
Thunk.
The revival was interrupted.
Startled, Taewoo shouted,
"Why would you throw that?!"
He was fighting two people and still threw away a frying pan?
But there was a reason.
Keryl had deliberately adjusted his firing rhythm differently from his teammate's.
That meant one frying pan was enough to block both attacks.
Keryl immediately tried to synchronize his next shot with his teammate's.
But Seojun, who had already reached him, became the problem.
"Kale-nim, you'll take the hit for me."
As Keryl attempted to retreat backward, Seojun's hand shot forward.
For Keryl, who had been preparing for a frying-pan strike, it was a completely unexpected attack.
Grab.
Seojun seized Keryl's shoulder and yanked.
Then—
Bang!
The bullet coming from behind struck Keryl instead.
And the moment Keryl turned his head to look back—
Seojun's frying pan was already descending.
Knockout.
"If one frying pan is enough, then why would I need two?"
"That's why I threw it away."