Chapter 760: Cloudy Night Sky: Last Interval
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Six seconds. That's the total amount of time I spent making a judgment and acting after seeing what was behind the player who dove in with some kind of smile.
Whatever about the player, the problem was the massive horde of monsters trailing behind him; there's no way you'd think that right after pointing out that guy's hunger, a whole swarm of food would come diving in.
But let's change perspective: are there merits I can reap from this sudden event or not?
The answer is "Bonus Time."
"Thank you! Seriously, thank you, random stranger! And my condolences!!"
"Eh, hah? ......Eh?"
The random stranger has already vanished from my consciousness. Apologies, but you'll probably vanish physically from this place very soon anyway.
Having superior initial movement compared to that guy, what I needed to do was nothing other than the nutritional replenishment that accompanied the use of the Chalice and R.I.P. over those six seconds.
And, random stranger, if you're feeling apologetic about bringing a Mob Train, you really don't need to worry about it.
Because I'm basically dragging around a napalm-equipped tank myself right now.
"Eh, wait, GYAAAAAAAH!!?"
Depleted calories and highly flammable mucus—there's no way to replenish those other than predation. And the current "Scar-red" shouldn't have the luxury of being picky.
While "Scar-red"—who probably has inferior initial movement compared to me—was biting into the "food" standing perfectly still right in its path... or rather, the random stranger who stood there dumbfounded, I deployed the Treasure Sword of Boundary Light and Aerial PD.
While picking out the monsters with the shortest kill-time from the mixed Mob Train of ten or more different species, I dove right into the dinosaur parade.
"You idiot! Players are zero calories!! Are you trying to go on a diet, brother!!"
Found you. Even the massive swarm of usually annoying trash mobslooks like a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast to me in this moment, Draculus Dinotriassicus!!
The Treasure Sword of Boundary Light is a twin-faced sword whose performance changes between day and night. The crimsonly shining Night-Glowing Blade quite simply turns slashes into projectiles, but these "flying slashes" have a slightly interesting property.
"Die, all of you, and become my buffs, every last one of you......!!"
The Treasure Sword of Boundary Light has a gauge that you might call Light Storage. The more it's exposed to sunlight, the more the number of uses for the Night-Glowing Blade's flying slashes increases, and conversely, the more it's bathed in moonlight, the more the number of uses for its other form, the Dawn-Glowing Blade, increases......... That's right, it's only the "number of uses" that increases.
A crimson slash was fired from the swung-through Treasure Sword of Boundary Light, easily bisecting one of the Dinotriassicus, which was about the size to fit on the palm of a hand.
The abilities of the Treasure Sword of Boundary Light depend on the user's stats......!!
The STR, DEX, TEC, and above all, AGI referenced when swinging......! I'm reinforcing the firepower that I, as a player, fundamentally lack with the stat bonuses proportional to R.I.P.'s kill count! And with the flying slashes of the Night-Glowing Blade, whose power has increased due to those elevated stats, I'm racking up even more kills!!
"Swarm me, you trash!! It's feeding timeeee!!"
And here, "Scar-red" caught up. Having realized that the random stranger served as an hors d'oeuvre was less than agar-agar trash that didn't fill its stomach at all because he was Second Humanity, it directed bloodshot, predatory eyes—holding anger that now surpassed its rage toward me—at the prey that had nonchalantly strolled in.
It seems the monsters that got swept up in the frenzy of the Train finally realized upon arriving here......... that the random stranger was not some pitiful prey fleeing, but the Pied Piper of Hamelin leading them straight to the dinner plates......
"Can't be helped; the big ones have terrible time-efficiency anyway, so they won't fit in my stomach. I'll give them to you...... it's the interval before the final round, gotta make the last supper a luxurious one!!"
I'm humble and a light eater, so the bite-sized Dinotriassicus and Dinoraptors are plenty for me......... What I want isn't massive chunks of meat, but the total number of corpses piled high!!
Even the Night-Glowing Blade can't be fired endlessly, but if the power of the swing increases through the accumulation of kill scores, the flying slashes will travel while engulfing multiple enemies.
I can hear the screams of a Thoroughbred Tricera that got mixed into the Train behind me. I'm hearing some outrageous sounds like Michi-michi-michi-buchi-goki-begyo!!, but I wonder what's happening. I don't know since I don't have the luxury to look back.
He is also performing rapid energy replenishment; if I compromise now, I'll be the one forced to retreat. Steal their lives! Expose them all to death! This black mourning dress is my formal attire for exactly that purpose!!
"I ain't letting a single one of you bastards escape, at the very least!!"
Draculus Dinotriassicus is a swarm-type monster where palm-sized dinosaurs attack in groups of at least a dozen. In other words, that's just the minimum; there are stories of massive armies of fifty or even over a hundred taking down large Draculus Dinos.
The Dinotriassicus in the Train this time seem to be a merger of two flocks, totaling around thirty—what is this, conveyor belt sushi? Die to the roots. The flying slash blows away three Dinotriassicus, adding 3 kills to the score.
"More! More!!"
Don't run! I'll slam a bullet into your back, kora! I already did, though!!
Nice, nice, I can feel the surge of Power that was lacking to pierce his scales. Now, the real performance begins from here; switch weapons, player substitution!!
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The Mob Train that had been so incredibly noisy was now overwritten by a silence where not even corpses remained. Only two living beings were left.
How many did I kill? It got too troublesome to count past forty...... but there is one thing I remember.
"That means I have enough kill score to swing this with one hand."
Remember Death Without Parting. An ultra-greatsword that was far too unsuited for the stats of the player "Sunraku" was now, however, as light as a knife after absorbing countless deaths.
This peculiar sword, which reduces the perceived load on its user, would surely sever lives with the massive pressure its appearance suggests once slammed into something.
However, my opponent, "Scar-red," also seemed to have spent a fulfilling interval.
The three-headed dinosaur, which had apparently slaughtered the large/mid-sized monsters I hadn't touched from one end to the other, was exhaling white breath filled with fighting spirit, murderous intent, and vitality—entirely different from the fatigue it showed earlier.
I doubt its HP fully recovered, but it's safe to assume its stamina was reset. In contrast, due to the demerit effect of R.I.P., I've practically sealed away all forms of recovery by my own hand.
"Bring it; anything other than 0 HP is basically all the same anyway."
HP is just the difference between a 1 and a 0, other than being the required amount to tank fixed damage raw. But in this battle, almost every hit I take is lethal damage, so really, 1 HP is plenty.
"Dawn is near, 'Scar-red.' It's the final round!!"
Author's Afterword
I wonder if it will end in the next one?
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