Chapter 744: Thoroughbred Dash!!

"No, but that's different, isn't it? Look, since guns are basically complete in their final form the moment they're finished, even if you apply this world's common sense, the idea that an advanced form comes out of a single weapon is fundamentally a concept I'm not used to, so from that perspective, even if you introduce something like a Special Duty use as a hidden element, I can't adapt to it—or rather, no, I will adapt, but expecting me to notice it on a blind playthrough is a bit unreasonable."

"Yashirobird."

"Yes."

"I'm gonna go get that Special Duty License, so move out of the way."

"That's so unfaaaaaair!!"

"It's not that I'm unfair, it's that you're slow."

Shoo, shoo, hurry up and go fight with a Civilian firearm on your shoulder.

As I advanced under 'Isana's' guidance to acquire the Special Duty License, I brushed off Yashirobird, who was following me with lingering attachment, using elegant steps (in 30-frame increments, basically tap dancing); however, this pitiful man seemed very displeased that I was obtaining a gun he didn't know about without him knowing about it.

Seeing an avatar that at least looks like a fully grown man—and a player who probably isn't too far off in appearance and age—showing the demeanor of a small dog attempting its final resistance in front of a veterinary clinic makes me feel inexplicably pathetic, even though it's someone else's problem.

According to the person in question's assertion, the plan was to put the Special Duty License aside for a moment, have some random grand adventure with him to fulfill the Special Duty regulations, then have me take a little break while he crafts a Special Duty Execution Device... which, in short, means "I'm going to be the first one to get a Special Duty use, so step back," right? Hahaha, step back.

"Kh............!!"

Sliiiip (Yashirobird holds out a bag stuffed with Mani).

"Between you and Survival, why is there this common consensus that you can resolve anything by throwing money at it?"

"Well, you know, when you're doing survival on an isolated island, the power of money in real life really sinks in... A rule of thumb?"

"That's what you call an aftereffect......... Fine, guess it can't be helped."

Gradually, leaving this pathetic creature alone started to feel pathetic in itself—not out of pity, but... how should I put it...

"It's starting to feel like I can't just ignore raw garbage lying on the street."

"If it's for a gun, I'll gladly become raw garbage."

What stood there was raw garbage weighing as much as one adult male who had discarded his pride and human rights for the sake of his desires... Isn't that oversized garbage?

"So? To become a super elite agent who clears the Special Duty regulations, specifically what level of enemies do I need to defeat? Unique Monsters?"

"Sunraku, an expected Siegwurm is seriously just an impossible game."

『I cannot explain the exact line, but since the Special Duty License judges the strategy of one... or two people... Perhaps the subjugation of the apex predator in the local environment?』

......I see?

"An apex predator... (Recalls the image of a dinosaur with three heads)"

"An apex predator, huh... (Recalls the image of a dinosaur possessing three heads)"

Even excluding Exordinary individuals or other incomprehensible rare variants, when talking about the supreme ruler reigning over the Sea of Trees sector of the New Continent, it undoubtedly has to be the Draclus Dinocerberus, boasting three heads and monstrous toughness.

Personally, that three-headed T-Rex has a terrifyingly high degree of perfection as an enemy mob. Exquisitely easy to dodge yet exquisitely easy to get hit by, with large swings but simple mass. And an AI that targets the "most annoyingstrongest guy"... Mmm, the perfection of a strong mob that you absolutely loathe from the bottom of your heart encountering during a grinding loop.

"The Cerberus, huh... That guy, even its normal variants have skin that deflects bullets, so I'm bad at dealing with it. If you pound them inside its body, it works out somehow, though."

"Are you making it take bullets by oral administration?"

"You can manage the normal variants like that, but the 'Scars of a Mortal StruggleScar-dead' and 'Scarlet WoundScar-red' are a no-go; those guys are seriously way too strong."

"I know about 'Scar-red,' but is the Exordinary one really that bad?"

"When that guy takes damage, the affected part develops a resistance to it. And not just to specific attacks—it's incredibly vague, like 'slashing' or 'blunt force'."

"What a trash monster."

That's way too troublesome... It's already tough enough as it is, but the more attacks you land, the more the damage efficiency continues to drop, while also requiring the attacker to have multiple means of attack. No, wait, but still... hnn?

"Say, Yashirobird."

"What is it?"

"'Scar-red' is hopeless because its VIT just rapidly shoots up simply... but about that 'Scar-dead' one."

"Yeah."

"Wouldn't it reset if you healed it and erased the scars?"

From what I heard, the "wounds" acquire the resistance, right? In other words, the resistance of the uninjured parts is at its base value. Not just Exordinary ones, but most monsters have a clear weak point, or rather, a breakthrough method to defeat them.

Sometimes it merely downgrades from "absolute trash" to just "absolute worst," but a breakthrough still exists. I casually tossed out a guess based on that line of thinking, but Yashirobird placed a hand over his mouth and fell deep into thought.

".........That might actually be possible."

"Well, there's also the possibility it just leads to a vicious cycle..."

"I'm pretty sure among the things 【SF-Zoo】 verified, there was a discrepancy between external wounds and internal numerical values when using recovery magic on monsters. Even if you use a magic that heals a percentage on a player, it doesn't heal the same percentage on a monster, but the visual wounds still heal... The Zoo guys said some weird stuff like how convenient it was for taking photos, but if the real purpose was to reset conditions like this..."

If I recall, this guy is a member of 【Team 10PM】, right? That clan apparently had a rough time against the special Draclus Dinocerberus variant, so they have some bad blood with it or something...

"Well then, sorry Sunraku, I have a little errand to run."

"I don't mind. I'll take my time getting the license."

"Fugu......... Y-Yeah, take your time... Take about three days or s..."

He walked off floating a strained smile───I opened my mouth as I watched Yashirobird leave, presumably heading off to relay that guess to his own clan members.

"......'Isana'."

『Yes, what is it?』

"I'm getting the license in three hours."

『Understood! Then let us begin the Special Duty License Acquisition Exam!!』

Who the hell is gonna wait, you idiot, I have absolutely no intention of doing a cow walk. I'm always going to dash forward like a thoroughbred! Yahoo, new contentーーーー!!

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Author's Afterword

Pitiful creature.