Becoming an Academy Cowboy

A Taste of the End (2)

[ruler. The mindset before handling a gun. First, put on the hat. Hats are life for cowboys. Blocks sunlight, hides cards and facial expressions, and above all, makes me tickle.]

“Yes Yes. You would.”

I wear a leather hat.

Somehow, after wearing this hat, it seems to have become a southern redneck that spit thickly mixed with tobacco.

“And shoes. A guy who wears shoes without spurs is never a cowboy.”

Properly tanned leather shoes seem to stick well to the feet.

I’ll leave the hunted animal hides to the workshop and make better boots for combat than this.

[great. When I wear a hat, the coolie tee is a little less. Then there’s the whistle. You can’t drive a cow and not whistle. Do you know how to do that?]

“I will also match this rhythm.”

I immediately invest one skill point into a whistle.

[Battle Song.ver Whistle lv.1]

– Before the war begins, someone raises a drum and someone sings a song. And you whistle You can whistle at Master level.

– Minor adjustments are made to aiming ability and damage after whistling!

And the whistle, that should be enough to lure in the zombies obsessed with western movies.

As we walk down the boulevard while blowing a whistle, zombies start to get stuck like a tumbleweed rolling behind our backs.

The large snake’s jaws spit out bullets and greet them.

[great. You look a bit like a cowboy now.]

Every time fire comes out of the muzzle, one by one, they receive a gift from their foreheads and go out.

[You should always shoot with reload in mind. Count how many feet are left, one by one.]

“Thank you very much. Madame.”

Shoot the sixth shot and quickly fill the sixth with the fast loader.

At the same time, open the left holster and take out another pistol.

[Akimbo?]

“The locals call it a dual pistol. Modern technology is advancing.”

I fire one shot at a time and concentrate my firepower to prevent them from narrowing the way I need to go.

I didn’t even think about removing it anyway.

I drive back zombies like the man in a fairy tale who drives a swarm of mice.

If it was an ordinary person, or if it was an ordinary awakening, it was already heartbreaking, but a well-trained body did not seem to know the concept of fatigue itself.

They probably didn’t even think about doing such a sheep-hunting.

And when he returned, the furry uncle who was fully prepared beckons.

He seems to have already shot and killed a few at the barricade. There was a smell of napalm sprinkled around the barricade.

Their faces were filled with astonishment.

“student!! come fast!! I will catch up!!”

“Is that F-class movement right?”

A spoonful of wonder was mixed with the questions of the two middle-aged men, mixed with worry and surprise.

The damage dealers I’ve seen so far are obviously the ones who climbed up to the highlands and screamed and yelled and did not show the slightest bit of mobility.

I’ve never seen a person who drives an enemy like this and eats them directly.

I step on the wall and jump over the barricade. Their dirty hands don’t even reach the spurs of my boots.

At the barricade, a number of zombies point their mouths and create waves of meat.

A magician who is puzzled by the size of his overwhelming sasaeng fans.

It’s a head that doesn’t know how to eat even what it’s floating around.

“what are you doing! Aren’t you going to light a fire?”

“Hey, I can’t use this person.”

Watching the nerd preparing for magic, parenting over his aunt’s wit, I laugh and strike a match.

“My uncle doesn’t seem to be able to eat because he doesn’t have a mouth, so I eat. Like a gentleman.”

Toss the lit match behind the cigar. Not seeing explosions is the charm of a real man.

“Boom.”

Colorful flames surround the zombies.

It doesn’t seem like enough to kill them with dissatisfaction, so he answers the sasaeng fans who still stick to the barricades with a shotgun.

The ammunition is cheap, but the opportunity to shoot so deliciously and gain experience is expensive.

Each time the trigger is pulled, they are given a lethal vacuum.

Replaced by your rotten head, the void.

Anistine, who clings to me to smell the cigarette, looks at the scene and asks.

[Are you making more money than you think?]

“No one makes easy money.”

I stare intently at the flames for a moment. He saw if there were more people flocking to the area because of this disgusting oil smell.

Fortunately, no one more came as they were all attracted to the sound. The fire shows no sign of spreading further in this direction.

“Oh, I’m tired. Please clean up the battlefield for the remaining ones.”

“Don’t let me do it. You should get some rest.”

The wizard shuts his mouth when he sees the burned ones.

If he hadn’t been overpowered by the crowd, the credit would have been his.

I don’t like to see that bastard. To be a human being with a big mouth without the ability to make a proper judgment.

“mister. Do you not want to work?”

“no. that is···.”

A guy who doesn’t know where his momentum has gone before and blurs his words.

“Is there such a thing as division of labor? Why are you organizing a party? If I’m going to feed you from one to ten, why did you come to this party? But do you want me to receive the same amount of money when I settle?”

He shrugs his shoulders and says.

“Let’s be good. We’ll see each other for a while, but if we don’t do well in our roles, we get annoyed with each other, right?”

He is a honey-eaten dumb.

Up until this point, it would be ridiculous to be in a position where I was always in the position of being bullied.

The second wave and the third wave are arranged so quickly.

It would have taken more than a day if I had pulled and caught them one by one, but an hour was enough.

“As expected, the cadet-sama’s leadership is different. It’s different from walking around with other people. speed.”

“Can’t you come tomorrow too? Student, we will adjust the settlement ratio.”

they have no conscience I’m going to adjust the settlement ratio from today. What are you talking about?

Before I catch the last boss, the bizarre pile of flesh, they cling to me.

To them, I would be like the goose that lays golden eggs.

But he smiles and refuses.

The purpose here is only to raise the senses, and I have no intention of becoming a low-ranking person or Ji Bak-ryeong.

“I have another place to go, so I’ll finish it quickly. But if I need to go to another dungeon, I will contact you right away.”

It’s a mouthful and I won’t contact you again.

“How did you catch that up until this point?”

The wizard continued his words as if it were natural.

“Just a few blocks up north from here is the dungeon’s admin. If you drag him in front of him, he will take care of him.”

“Then you won’t even get half of the rewards.”

The wizard hesitated to answer.

“Then what? The bizarre pile of flesh is too high for a D~F-class hero to catch. And unlike what it looks like, it’s agile than I thought, so it’s not easy for one person to dribble and the others to play hard. It’s a monster that is too high a level for people who come to this dungeon to make money.”

“That’s high at your level. Can you always borrow the hands of a government official? Let your imagination run wild.”

I plan again like I drove them to death.

“Hairy uncle. Did you watch a lot of martial arts in the past?”

“uh. Until my father’s generation, I watched a lot of mixed martial arts.”

“Do you remember what the special medicine for catching giants is?”

“It’s a low kick. If you get hit a few times, you’ll limp and your punches will slow down.”

“Anything that weighs a lot is a weakness in the lower body. We will also aim for the fleshy lower body. We can make it immobile and then dismantle it.”

So when we arrive in front of the boss room, we allocate skill points before activating the boss.

[Revolver Panning lv.M]

– You have mastered this skill. No cowboy can empty his ammo faster and more accurately than you.

-Master Perk: Damage is doubled when using skills on enemies within 5 yards.

-‘I used to be an adventurer. Until he got shot in the thigh while panning.’ – Guard

[Perfect Ammunition Manufacturing lv.3]

– You are a master ammunition maker. You can craft any bullet you want by holding the bullet you have for a while.

– If you analyze the things you hunt, you can put their attributes into the bullet.

– Manufactured ammunition: Shell shock (explosive flash bomb), ( ), ( )

-The beginning of a battle is to decide what to shoot at the enemy. And now you take the first step. Jose Waldo

great. At least one more ammo that can be used increased.

[Eagle’s Eye lv.3]

– You have eagle eyes. With fierce eyes, you can see the weaknesses and strengths of your enemies,

-When attacking the enemy’s weakness, the damage is tripled.

– ‘Absolutely not that infamous ‘Eagle’s Eye’. – Solmir Homme

I look around. The faint redness of the heads of those around me seems to indicate that the head is a weakness.

Those who wear gaiters, etc., have a strong point in blue. You can avoid that place and shoot.

[Quick Handwork lv.M]

– The reload time required for triggering is cut in half. It also includes pulling bolts and levers.

– My [muzzle] shines and [trigger] gives [judgment]. I am willing to avenge my enemies and repay [hate] with [hate], O [god], put me by your side and set me among the [sages]. He who causes the blood of others to be shed will also cause his own [blood] to be shed.

I don’t know what kind of madman wrote the flavor text, but he’s definitely a crazy bastard.

I laughed out loud at this skill window, where useful advice that could go into manuals and useful parentheses were mixed.

I looked at the zombies who were having a terrible time like hell.

When I look carefully at those who are not ripe enough to burn like potatoes in a wood fire, an image of a human torch comes to mind.

Tiling!

[Acquire ammunition]

-You can shoot incendiary mexican chili peppers that have analyzed zombies that burn long enough and take full advantage of their flammability.

– Ammunition is automatically strengthened when an upward compatible object is found. Find and master as many enemies as you can to make yourself stronger.

Through these numerous synergies, I’ll have to catch the boss who can’t even get a D-class.

The boss room is a huge laboratory.

In a place where the madness of a mad scientist is intact, humans form towers in a green liquid.

I diligently make ammunition while others hit and run according to my instructions.

Creates an incendiary bomb that will purify all zombies in its joints.

These are the bullets we need now, but we can’t make them. You can make it by looking at the weakness of the boss. I’ll have to save some mana to make those bullets.

I filled Anistine’s rifle with all incendiary bullets. That would be enough.

Those who worked hard shoveling and laying traps come to them, wiping their sweat.

“Once I did what I was told, what should I do now, cadet?”

“I have to bring you here. The two of you wait here. The magician goes over there and presses the boss enable switch and comes. I’m bringing him here.”

The bizarre pile of flesh is a monster created by the clustering of hundreds of zombies, and the zombies gather to become a bigger zombie.

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Just as fathers and children resemble each other and some resemble the whole, members resemble society and society resembles its members.

A monstrous society and a monstrous human rotting within it.

Could it be a metaphor for that?

A monster is blocking the exit door from the dungeon, and in order to get the monster out, you have to resurrect the monster and then destroy the heart that drives the monster.

“Are you ready?”

“yes.”

I start with a brief briefing.

“He is a monster created by hundreds of zombies. He has several weaknesses, but the only weakness to make him inactive is the power unit in the center of his body. Because the zombies cover it with hardened state, it cannot be killed by any attack.”

People waiting with nervous faces.

“But in order for it to move, there must be a certain amount of zombies in its joints. Zombies cannot use their hardening ability to move in joints. So if you get rid of those in the joints first, the ones that naturally cover the power will disappear. So to make it immobile, first target both legs. Fully suppress them so they cannot walk.”

It’s quite surprising when people tell me what to do. It seems that I am the first person to try to hunt something like this.

“Can we do that with our level of ability?”

“Sure. There is someone like me who will use your abilities to the end.”

Two middle-aged men who are still suspicious of a wizard and now fully trust them.

“Press.”

As soon as the button is pressed, the wizard descends in haste. The boss you meet for the first time seems to be quite intimidating.

But I’m more afraid than that boss.

“Let’s finish quickly and go eat.”

A corpse giant, which is likely to be 4 meters tall, begins to move. It walks immaturely, like a child’s, and then walks fairly quickly, and then starts chasing a living being in front of you.

If it was a normal hunter or a new cadet, he would have been caught.

But I’m not usually a hunter or a newbie.

Avoiding his fleshy pork cutlet fist and guiding him to a designated space.

When the giant comes to the designated space, the uncle cuts the string with an axe.

Crudely crafted form of thunderbolt.

Countless piles of concrete are poured over the giant’s head.

A corpse giant may be able to withstand this, but anything attached to the giant’s body will not.

At the same time, it steps on a slippery trap laid by an aunt and falls like the main character of a slapstick movie.

On top of it, the wizard radiates fire.

Because of this, as the zombies in the joints fall off, the zombies that are covering their chests quickly run towards the joints.

The giant’s breasts, which had swelled like a bodybuilder who had almost been hit with steroids, were seen getting thinner and thinner.

“Act as operative, operative as operative!”

The man with the ax subdues the zombies coming from all directions to help the giant.

Ajumma throws Molotov cocktails at it as much as possible, trying her best to reduce the number of zombies attached to her body.

Wizards also pour their most powerful magic into their joints, making them immobile.

I, too, project firepower on the fallen joints. one per foot. pour out

The rifle’s trigger bar moves and feeds, and each time a shot is fired from the muzzle, the muzzle bursts into flames.

Incendiary bombs burn the crowds of zombies.

The driving part on the chest is still not visible in red. You have to pour more firepower into the joints.

Naturally, if the button was pressed without any preparation, or if there was no prior information about the enemy, this operation would not have been possible.

Ordinarily, it would have been more convenient for one person to quickly pull aggro and run away in front of the dungeon management official, rather than doing this.

Even if the reward was small, at least there was no need to deal with a monster that seemed impossible for D-class personnel to catch.

But I am not. I don’t see my food going into the mouths of other bastards.

At least he knows the end of this world, and he is a person who works hard to prevent it.

At a point where I need to get stronger one day sooner, a public official leaves me with something to eat?

It’s not hard

Even if my jaw is torn, I will eat all of this reward.

And to eat all the rewards, it’s time to work hard.