Becoming an Academy Cowboy

Second Dalian

The day of Dalian has come.

No shotguns, no revolvers.

Now your mind understands. Elephant Director…

I picked up the rope.

Adunafel, who will probably be described as the most chanted demon in the world, was screaming all the time.

[aah!!]

“stop. Are you ready to obey now?”

[You can break my heart, but you won’t break my will!]

Hmm. Then there’s nothing you can do

“Today is a short vacation. But after this, I will do much harsher things.”

[What kind of human thing are you going to do?]

He replied with a sly smile.

“I’ll play one song over and over again. You’re going to want to die of boredom.”

[Ahhhhhhh!!]

You won’t have any problems using the rope.

Because Adunafel is properly fixed by divine power.

That’s how I got into the arena.

Thousands of eyes seemed to be waiting for me to fall.

Especially Dylan Vimott’s friends.

Those yangbans certainly seem like that.

In the original, it was done on time…

No matter how you look at it, it is clear that someone was playing a trick.

Are you blaming it for being crushed in school politics?

And one more person who is a little burdensome comes in.

“Look over there. I’m the student council president. What the hell is that person doing in the 1st year dungeon?”

Her stance was as if she was entering the Grand Army of Suyang.

A refined madness flashed in the neatly worn glasses, not knowing what the hell he was thinking.

I remembered her words.

I said, ‘I have whatever I want.’

If I lose, the promotion match will go through the water, so does that mean that I have no choice but to receive the student council subsidy?

I guess you know roughly who the person who stole the information that I entrusted the weapon to the workshop was.

Although this scheme seems simple, it is a combination of the student council president, the instructor, and the student who wants to get points!

In other words, if you break this plot, you can f*ck all three of them.

I looked at the guy standing in front of me with a confident face.

He is a giant who could be 2 meters tall.

He snorts at my empty back.

“It’s a battle with a guy who has no weapons and no information. It’s a win-win!”

As usual, I don’t know who he is.

It’s normal not to know.

If only I hadn’t possessed this place.

“Who says no information?”

“Have you seen me?”

“I’ve never seen you, but I’ve seen you.”

He put on an absurd look.

The answer to the question was half right and half wrong.

I don’t know him, but I’ve seen him in novels.

Also, I know what abilities he fights with.

And he hid at least one way to deal with it.

Isn’t it one?

Although, thanks to their cunning, you have to face an enemy without two weapons, there is no problem.

It brought me to think about the future while devising my own survival strategy.

The battle begins.

At the same time, he walks

I also shot a bullet in his forehead with Mosin Nagant, but he doesn’t even stiffen.

Rather, it was a calm expression.

The bullet I shot passed as if through him.

He replied leisurely.

“I bet you can’t kill me no matter how powerful your attack is.”

I know his abilities.

The ability to ignore all attacks from 5 meters away, a person who receives the protection of the whole body.

The only weapon that can kill him is the fighter’s melee combat or something.

He gently entices him and induces him to approach me.

There’s only one thing I’m aiming for anyway.

All I have is just a paving stone for it.

And the Mosin Nagant, the biggest firepower I have, doesn’t help no matter how I use it.

When I didn’t have my weapon, I grabbed a few secret weapons.

When he approaches me as if for a walk, I also keep my distance and start turning.

Of course, I feel that the available space is getting smaller and smaller, but that is also a problem within my calculation range.

“How long are you going to run away like that?”

When he comes within a certain distance, he fires a rifle with a desperate face he made on purpose.

It’s like throwing a jab at him, as if he didn’t know it didn’t work.

The bewildered expression that was deliberately created is a bonus.

He approached five meters and adjusted the distance for a moment.

You are going to overpower me at once.

Seeing that it doesn’t come in easily, he seems to be waiting for my bullets to run out.

So, do you want to show your weak side in the sense of coming in more?

I open the tubular magazine in front of him and start reloading.

Like a drunken man revealing his wallet, like a hogu that spreads on the highway and calls for Rekka.

It was a movement that seemed to grab me.

In his eyes, it will most likely appear that a man without a weapon is trying to make the last resort.

The guy jumped in sharply.

And that was the direction I wanted.

The weapon I prepared can only be used within 5 meters.

He throws his rifle and avoids his long claws like his beast.

And rather, he digs into his arms.

And when I infuse magical energy to push out what was hidden in my arm, the first secret weapon I prepared popped out.

Derringer that comes out of the sleeve.

It’s only a two-shot weapon, but you’d be surprised if it popped out of nowhere.

I quickly grind it against the guy’s shoulder.

“Five meters? I had no intention of fighting while keeping that distance from you.”

But no significant damage.

Like the golden line, this guy is also wearing armor with some BP coating,

It’s just a shock enough to stumble and fall.

However, this is not the only secret weapon I have prepared.

There’s a gun sticking out from behind my coat.

A versatile weapon that can be crafted with just a shotgun and a saw.

The purge weapon of the mafia, which Mussolini was also terrified of, comes out.

A sword-off shotgun, known in Italian as Rupara, pops out of my court.

“Mr. Rahobin asked me to say hello.”

The muzzle that was cut to the extreme and the chamber could be seen, and the buttstock that was cut off like a dog or lord for gun recoil.

The only advantage gained by getting rid of it all is concealment and…

pop!!

It is a destructive power that can blow away even the head of a bear in melee limitation.

Why do you do recoil control?

I’m going to shoot right in front of you.

A force so powerful that my elbows are pushed behind my ears is rushing through me as well.

To the one who stumbled and fell to his knees as if hit by a fatal river blow, I draw out my third weapon.

A noose flies over the swaying guy’s neck.

His face is dyed purple as if he were wearing a blood tie.

The guy resists being dragged away.

And the expected sea.

The original rodeo isn’t about controlling everything by force.

It’s just important to leave your body to the flow and enjoy the tempo.

He pulls the rope to hold on.

And here’s the wave I’ve been waiting for.

As if waiting, he uses the recoil to head behind his back.

As if in a rodeo, he climbs on his back and pulls the rope, causing blood to rise on his face.

Behind the beast’s squeaky back, I slowly begin to entangle him.

As if tying my limbs, I move around, avoiding his clumsy attacks.

It was like the more he tried to fight the noose, the more he wrapped his arms around his neck.

I rode the devil’s horse all day long, so you, who are less than that, won’t be able to ride?

His face swells up like a balloon.

The more he realizes that he has already fallen into a trap and resists, the more his power is engulfing him.

He loses his strength and falls.

Shall we do more fan service here?

Take out the old rope.

And wrap it like a decoration.

When I completely knock him down, people with long tissue papers start snoring.

“Hey that…”

I tied him up like a turtle’s carapace.

And I sit leisurely behind his back and load the shotgun.

“ruler. give you options Are you going to surrender now with a single blow? Or will you lose your mind in the stinging death?”

The guy has no choice.

He taps his thigh three times with his most mobile wrist.

unequivocal will of surrender.

Looking at the instructor, he slightly raises his mouth and blows a whistle.

The game is over, so blow the whistle.

It was an almost provocative gesture.

But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a way.

The instructor announced my victory with a dissatisfied expression.

I celebrated my victory by retrieving the rope and firing a shotgun into the air.

There is a male and female reaction around.

“hey. He won without using his original weapon.”

“I don’t think this is F-class enough? Did the admissions office make a mistake?”

“Although there was some controversy in the past, we won this case fairly and fairly. I don’t even use a main weapon.”

You are exaggerating.

I took off my hat and waved it to my fans.

And above all, he gave an exaggerated greeting to the student council president.

He holds a hat in his left hand, puts it to his chest, and stretches his right arm to one side to say hello like a courtly manner.

If it were anyone else, it would be close to an obvious provocation to her.

But her reaction was not what I expected.

Even in the midst of the noise, they were clapping and applauding in place.

The cadets follow her and start applauding.

According to rocker Moon Hee-jun, anti-fans are also fans.

More than half of the class C cadets are my fans, but many are fans in a different way.

I think I can understand them a little bit.

The person who was once on the floor gradually climbs up as the people on the top are removed one by one.

And at some point, it overtakes itself and starts climbing up there.

Now, I am filled with a snake-like heart for someone I can’t keep up with anymore.

And the fear of being overtaken and being the victim of that low-level weapon comes rushing in.

I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t be stuck further at the bottom.

At a time when I have to climb faster and create a Satan that listens to me, I have no intention of protecting the dignity of those who stand in my way.

Even when those who disturb me become miserable, I can never stop.

*

A few days have passed.

I found the workshop again.

“Betty. I think it’s time to get what you asked for.”

Betty pulled out her gun in a reverent position.

It makes me feel good at the thought of welcoming back my lovely children nestled in the wood.

“I bet you won’t see another gun anymore. Only the children I made will be your haven.”

Now it’s time to go back to the gunpowder guardian.

She pulls out two guns.

“Look at these twins, they look amazing. The luxurious aspect unique to Python, which I cut by myself, is maintained. We kept the precision-machined barrel and cylinder locking, and the change to single action.”

I pick up the gun and grab them.

After a lot of remodeling, the original appearance did not remain much, but there was no doubt that it was able to extract great damage as much as it was changed.

And best of all, the two were converted and were no longer twins.

“First, let me tell you about the common process. I checked the old process and re-cast it in a way that the craftsman’s consciousness breathes. And above all else, it incorporates the technology of a new era. All have the Rune of Thunder cast on their barrel. On the steel wire engraved directly by the Sisters of Silence, there is a brief exorcism ritual written on it.”

I raised the gun.

“They are twins, but they have different personalities at the same time. Let’s look from the left. Aquila has two guns. Thanks to the cloning magic, the cylinder rotates and one bullet is duplicated and loaded into two muzzles. So with six bullets, you can fire twelve. Load, count and shoot as usual. It’s up to the gun to double the damage. Are you ready to rebuild Rome? Imperator?”

As if representing an eagle with two heads, the two muzzles shone noblely.

“Rusty Bill on the right is a more standard friend than his twin, but he likes to go wild in battle. If you put magic into Rustyville, this is possible.”

She fired a gun at me.

The bullet curves past me and hits the mannequin behind me.

“It will double your fighting ability a little more. So that we can send enemies hiding behind cover in one room. Additional capabilities aren’t the only thing. More than anything···.”

She threw the pistol violently.

And when you put your hand on the holster on your thigh, the pistol comes flying again.

“I have a homing instinct like a pigeon that always returns to a holster. After using the sword-off shotgun I gave you, I think one way to do it is to quickly throw it away and use the returned pistol when your hands are busy.”

It was truly a magical enhancement.

It was enough to tell how much Betty made by grinding herself.

“Great. Betty. This would be the only arsenal that could make such a perfect weapon.”

“Fufu. It’s still surprising. If you see a modified shotgun, you must fall backwards and fall, right?”

The shotgun she pulled out almost lost its original shape.

Do you think it’s been a huge overhaul?

“Existing shotguns had their own problems, so it was difficult to dramatically increase the number of rounds. It developed into a bullpup double-barreled shotgun while further refining the base in a KSG style. We haven’t changed the frame of the pump action itself, so there should be no problem with it.”

I looked at the gun. Double the barrel, double the damage.

“Traditional problems have been improved and the ammunition capacity and firepower have been strengthened. It’s hard to find a weapon as powerful as this gun indoors in close combat. Of course, it will cost quite a bit to generate and supply ammunition as much as it fires ammunition. Above all, it is a great advantage that it can be used by cleverly loading ammunition due to the characteristics of KSG. Do your calculations well. cowboy.”

Then Betty pulls out a guitar case.

“And this is…”

Place your index finger in front of her mouth.

“I know what kind of weapon this is.”

“He is also a person with common sense. ruler. Now it’s your turn to go romantic again. Desperado.”

There are many reasons why I strengthened my weapons even in a crowd.

Even with a weapon like this might not be enough to get the job done well.