Chapter 147

It was Kim who broke the start.
With a sharp acceleration, you’re in position. The side of the rag came into view. It looked hollow at first glance, but Kim didn’t dive in blindly.
A [Beneric M2] is wielded in his ungripped left hand. The target was grotesquely large for a human. This was a time when stopping power was more important than accuracy and penetration.
Bang, bang!
The rag’s body lurched under the impact of the shot, but it didn’t collapse. Its head whipped in Kim’s direction, and the muscles in its stepping paws bulged.
The force of pushing off the ground is not unusual.
Thump!
It shook the asphalt and raced toward Kim with the momentum of a tank. It was an unexpected acceleration for a man of his size.
But Kim didn’t back down or pull out his shield.
Boom!
This time, it was Edwin.
The timing of the defense was right: he was pushed back a little, but he managed to keep his balance. He used his experience from earlier to keep his weight on his lower body.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t stop me…!”
Rags crushed Edwin from above, stretching his left arm out to the side. He opened his palm wide. The square embedded in his bonnet pulled itself free and returned to his grasp.
“Ooh, it’s our law. It is my duty to execute! I must exercise my duty……!”
A bunch of bullshit that doesn’t deserve to be taken seriously. On the other hand, the slashing motion of the sword was impossible to ignore. Edwin dropped the blunt weapon altogether and grabbed his shield with both hands.
Bam! Bam!
“Boom!”
It wasn’t noble enough to be called a sword fight. Just a savage blow without any skill or finesse. My whole body screamed despite my shield.
His flesh pulsed with blood, his bones and muscles twisted within him. The force was too much for even the blessed flesh of Pekatum to withstand. It was like catching rebar falling from the roof of a building.
It was a basic specification difference.
Edwin’s time as his godmother’s hound. He fought viciously, with monstrous self-healing abilities. He killed his enemies with severed arms, gutted stomachs, and spilled intestines.
This means he favors the long game. In terms of pure combat power, Edwin is far behind Shadow and Mithril, let alone Snowfield. He can’t defeat Rags in a short-term duel.
That’s what Polaris is all about.
Even when you’re dealing damage, you’ll be attacked by three or four agents. Only under special circumstances will you be able to fight a boss one-on-one. Agents’ performance is tied to a balance.
Even if it does.
Red Lung characters are called red lungs for a reason.
Edwin succeeded in biding his time on his own.
Poof!
Kim Yi Hyun, who approached when the attention was fully drawn, threw out [Chu Lingzheng]. The sharp awl scratched the rag’s ribs and lodged deeply. He didn’t even bother to open the wound and pulled it out cleanly.
“Twice in the future.
A hand so thick that Kim was afraid to take a step back swept in front of his nose. It was not the motion of swatting away an insect, but the sound of it cutting through the wind.
“Rat, rat, you rat, you rat! Don’t run away!”
“Don’t block, don’t run, there is much to be desired.”
Maternal offspring.
I provoked him, and he responded immediately.
“You……! Burr, it’s the law, I’ll make you pay…!”
The rags pushed Edwin roughly back. The way was open. Before Edwin could recover his posture, blade or fist or Kim would reach him. If nothing stood in his way.
Location.
When Kim first closed the distance, he was mindful of his position. So that he and the rag would not be in line with the vehicle. It’s an effort to be under cover, so to speak.
Even if there is no angle issue, the distance to the rags is too close. It’s not out of the question that it could be hit by friendly fire. But that was the last thing on Kim’s mind.
I believe in Chelsea like I believe in Asterique.
Bam, bam, bam!
A spell-enhanced special round pierces Rags’ stepping stool. The shaft collapses. The swung square swung in the wrong direction. Once again, [Chu Lingzheng] drank blood.
“Twice so far.
He reversed the hilt of his sword and fired his shotgun. A hail of metal bolts struck from all directions. The rags showed no sign of slowing down, even with wounds that would have killed a normal man.
“I’ll kill you!”
Stomp hard on the floor with your stepping foot to brace yourself. His bare hand, not his sword, is extended low. When Edwin thrusts again into the middle, she grabs his ankle, as if to say, “Good.
Woodduck.
Edwin’s ankle bone crunches like a candy bar under the force of his grip. His vision flipped up and down with the sensation of floating away from the ground. Edwin clenched his molars in anticipation of the next moment.
Boom!
Rags fished Edwin up like a fish and slammed him to the floor. Blood gushed out like tomatoes with a sickening crack. Beneath the iron mask, the corners of the rag’s mouth twisted into a hideous grimace.
I was so caught up in the excitement of destruction that I didn’t notice.
In the first place, rags have long since been numbed by repeated human experimentation. Even when his flesh is melted by fire, he feels nothing.
And the sensation of an awl poking you in the side.
“Three times.
The effect was triggered as soon as the condition was met.
Black spots oozed from the stab wounds. The effects didn’t stop at the skin. The muscle fibers were severed and the cells in the blood died.
Kool-Aid!
Regurgitated blood came out of the rag’s mouth. His pupils dilated as he realized the severity of the changes that had occurred within his body.
You’re still in no pain. But my limbs don’t move freely. Something has spread like a poison, gnawing away at your bones and diminishing your physical functions.
It was all according to Kim’s design.
“It’s almost like a counter.
Unlike the other bosses in the game, Rags is a fairly simple enemy. It has a spell that allows it to summon marked “possessions” to its hand, but its abilities are vague.
Instead of being underpowered in special abilities, some stats are unusually high. This is the case with Attack and Health. He’s a typical health pig, making up for his low physical and magical HP with HP.
This boss is known for its difficulty, which varies greatly depending on the user. Free-to-play users were especially frustrated by the fact that they had to press the spec without any gimmicks.
Of course, this was before [Churyeongjeong] was deployed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…!”
The rags were expressing their emotions with their whole bodies. Horror. And fear of being eaten alive in an instant. Kim was frustrated that he couldn’t see their expressions because they were covered by masks.
Kim Yi-hyun was also breaking out in a cold sweat, and underneath his clothes were spots in the exact same area as the rags.
Damage from ‘Resonance’, a reversal of the curse.
The recoil was tiny compared to the rags. If I were to quantify it, it would be off by several orders of magnitude, starting with the total amount of HP. In the first place, the first “resonance” only deals 15% of HP.
It’s tolerable at this point.
“You’re starting to wake up, aren’t you?”
Kim smirked and pointed the shotgun at him.
He fired boldly into its face. The pungent odor of Chapter spread, and the rag’s head snapped back. The iron face was dented by the close-range shot.
“Turn it off!”
A stifled groan escaped the rag’s mouth. It was more like the cry of a wounded animal. It wasn’t pain, but an unidentifiable itch that reached his brain. He threw the iron mask away, ready to tear it off.
The face that was revealed was as ugly as ever. A crooked forehead. Puffy eyes that looked like they were about to gouge out their eyeballs. A crooked nose and sunken cheekbones, as if he had just been shot.
It was not a face anyone would want to see for long.
Bang, bang!
Rags is still alive. Though his reactions may be slower, and the power in his slashes and gestures may not be as strong as before. But even in his disfigured form, he is still capable of killing a man.
Nevertheless, everyone who watched the engagement knew how it would end: the monstrous man who could take a bullet, would be hunted to death by humans weaker than him.
It was a sight that gave goosebumps to even the agents who had grown accustomed to Kim.
“……That’s ridiculous.”
Ghost muttered to himself.
He couldn’t help but think of the Kim Yi-hyun of old as he taunted his enemies with minimal movement and close combat. Who would believe that just a few years ago, the man had struggled against Speeders and Ashwolves.
It’s abnormal growth. Furthermore.
“Wasn’t he seriously injured?
Edwin Verenice, who should have been killed instantly, is suddenly fumbling again. Chelsea’s shooting delays Rags’ movements for a few moments.
“You’re totally kidding me.”
The professor’s voice was rueful. It was an understandable reaction. A professor who couldn’t fight himself wouldn’t be able to imitate Kim Yi Hyun even if he came back from the dead.
I didn’t even need to add it.
By the time Westcreek returned, dragging a bloody knife, Rags was already pouring blood and organs from every orifice in his body. Its staggering body finally fell forward.
“Phew. That’s tough.”
Kim grimaced at the stale air entering his nose. The smell of pus, blood, and Chapter made a sickening combination. He let go of the shotgun and slid the [Chu Ryeong Jung] into its scabbard.
“I can’t believe I’m still alive.”
“Are you envious?”
“No way. Rather pathetic.”
He lifted his right foot and stomped on the back of the fallen rag. An axe appeared in his empty hand. He gripped the axe, feeling a small tremor radiate from the sole of his shoe.
The head was cut off.
Needless to say, it was not a pleasant experience. Every time I felt a bone snap, I had to force myself to push, and the stench and disgusting odor made it hard to hold back nausea.
It was a story of mood. I didn’t throw up.
[ERROR!]
[Confirms the death of the character “Rags”].
[Calculate the damage rate for the scenario].
‘Oops. This is an error.’
I played through the Ishurad episode and defeated a boss that was also in the game, but it’s an error. Maybe it’s a different method, maybe it’s the time zone. I can’t figure it out.
“Something is bothering me.
Every time the message is printed, it feels strange. It feels like the truth is being forced upon you, that the place you’re living in is a game, and that you’re an outsider who doesn’t belong there.
I clicked my tongue half-unconsciously, and Edwin, who was catching his breath next to me, asked in a casual tone.
“What else are you complaining about?”
“Another one. If anyone hears this, they’ll think I’m a sensitive person.”
“I’m more surprised that you think it’s not.”
No bullshit.
Kim removed the bloody axe and turned around. To his left and right, the bodies of the soldiers Westcreek would have piled up. In the center, the path they had traveled.
Killing the rags is not the end of the story.
Because the battle here is only part of the operation.
“When you’re done, get in the car.”
Dull instructions, as usual. Edwin glanced at the car he’d gotten into. Smoke billowed from the hood where Rags’ knife had once rested.
“Does it roll?”
“Throw that one away, the other one’s fine.”
“How many people are there….”
“Drag yourself along for the ride. You can ride on Ghost’s lap.”
“I don’t want to die.”
Kim cringed at the sight of his embarrassment.
“Then hurry up and take a seat.”
The destination is again Ishirad.
It’s time to pluck the old man’s beard.
Surviving as a One-Star in a Dead Game – Chapter 148 (148 of 223)