Chapter 28
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Micheal watched everything, calm and collected. The posturing of Gobel, how he moved his Morenkai minions to threaten him, the pulling of a gun...
In that time, his eyes moved only slightly as he positioned himself, waiting.
Finally, the moment he'd prepared for happened.
Gobel fired a bullet at him.
Ever since coming to the First Layer, Micheal had become well aware of the biggest threat to his safety.
It wasn't the Morenkai. It wasn't the dangerous heights or danger from any other normal threats.
No, it was one thing.
Humans with guns.
How do you react to something that moves far, far faster than you do?
It was a question Micheal had considered, many times before during his journey through the 7 Layers.
With his current physique, even as a superhuman that had almost 3 times the strength of a normal human, able to lift 150 pounds like it was 50 lbs (68 kg like it was 23 kg), there was no chance that Micheal could dodge a bullet by relying on physical strength.
He simply could not move that fast. It was impossible. He was well aware of how powerful his physique was and held no illusions to his strength.
If someone fired a gun on him when he was unaware, that bullet would pierce his skull and kill him.
Now, with his Life Orbs, he would be able to come back to life. Because of that, he could play things a bit riskier.
But he only had a limited number of those every day. He couldn't afford to squander them.
Micheal also was highly skilled at using his sixth sense. This ability was something every human had, tied to their soul. Some, like Micheal, were better at recognizing and sensing it than others. Micheal was an expert in that regard, due to his long years of hellish training and existence in the 7 Layers.
While his soul could only be considered normal right now, he still had the ability to sense when people were eyeing him. He could detect if someone was thinking about killing him and avoid fatal attacks, their killing intent projected.
To an extent, the same applied for guns. However, if, say, a sniper was targeting him from afar, Micheal's sixth sense was likely to provide little aid. An attack from such a great distance wouldn't trigger much of anything at all. He would have to rely upon his own reactions and skill.
This led Micheal to reach the conclusion he held in his heart.
'The only way I can handle guns, right now, is to predict them.' Surprise attacks were currently a weakness he couldn't address.
It wasn't entirely unexpected that he had a hole in his defenses. This was, after all, only his second day here. It simply wasn't possible to become invincible on day 1 or 2, not yet.
And thus, Micheal had set everything up in this situation in a specific way.
The way he talked and taunted Gobel, the way he stepped forward and positioned himself, his actions, everything had been precisely planned.
If Gobel decided to go all out and attack him, wasting some of his servants to suicide bomb him, Micheal would almost certainly die at least once, or possibly twice if he couldn't get away in time. Gobel was, after all, a strong B Ranker. A situation like that was a top priority of his to avoid.
So, he had set everything up so that Gobel would choose, of his own volition, to shoot Micheal.
BANG
The bullet flew through the air, searing directly towards Micheal's skull. Its movements were far too fast for Micheal to visibly trace.
However, right before Gobel had pulled the trigger, Micheal had shifted his arm slightly.
His hand was currently tapping the Low-Tier Spatial Ring he had on. The moment he saw Gobel line up to take a shot, Micheal reacted preemptively.
In that single split second window, he withdrew his Steelborn sword from his Low-Tier Spatial Ring, positioned in a place by judging the reaction of Gobel's eyes and hand. He had activated his Grandmaster Sword Mastery at the same moment.
BANG
CLINK
The bullet flew through the air in a split second and, with a resounding echo slammed into his blade... and then split into two, sparks flying.
tink
The two halves of the bullet tumbled along the roof, tinking on it and then fell off the side with a metallic echo. Both pieces were ruptured from the impact, the Sword Energy Micheal had covered his blade in ripping it apart with ease.
"Huh?" Gobel stuttered, staring at Micheal in unadulterated shock. His mute wife next to him flinched, her eyes staring at Micheal full of fear.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The Necrozark didn't waste time trying to talk again, immediately firing three more times. The man reacted quickly to control his disbelief.
Each time, Micheal moved his blade preemptively, positioning it exactly where the man would be aiming before he finished pulling the trigger.
CLINK
CLINK
CLINK
tinktinktink
Three bullets slammed into his precisely positioned blade, and three bullets were split in twain, scattering on the rooftop and flung over the side. While Micheal couldn't react to the bullet itself, he could easily react to the aiming and movements the man made.
'Ouch.' The strain of abruptly moving his arm and holding it up to block each bullet was extremely taxing for Micheal, making his arm sore. He didn't show even a hint of pain or discomfort, however, as he smiled, taking a step forward,
"Gobel, Gobel. I am not an unreasonable man." He smiled calmly, as if he hadn't just been shot at multiple times.
"But if you keep shooting at me, I'm going to start thinking you don't like me."
Gobel's arm shook slightly as he saw such an impossible scene, his breath turning ragged. His hand still pointed the gun at Micheal, trembling. The Necrozark's eyes flickered towards his servants, and then towards the scene where dozens of Morenkai were scattered about dead.
"You've just fired a very loud gun several times, Gobel. Morenkai will start to swarm here soon if we keep making noise. You still want these corpses, don't you?" As Micheal finished speaking, he stopped in front of one of the Abnormals that had shown up and attacked him.
This one had had glowing green legs that greatly enhanced its speed. This Abnormal Morenkai had used its legs to attack, blurringly fast strikes that were incredibly annoying. It was this one that caused a ton of his bones to fully break and his right lung to fail.
The man seemed transfixed. He crossed gazes with Micheal for a moment, staring at him. Finally, after what felt like forever but was only a few seconds, he lowered his gun, glancing at his mute wife for a split second.
That was just the way of this world, right now, Micheal thought, his eyes flashing. The strong had the right to do what they wanted. Micheal wouldn't kill him for shooting at him, not when he set everything up to get that specific reaction. If the man had continued to attack him, however, Micheal would've done everything in his power to kill him.
"What did you say you wanted for those corpses?" The Necrozark's voice was stilted with defeat as he snapped his fingers, calling his servants back towards him.
Micheal smiled.
"3 Repulser Grenades and 2 Close Impact Bombs." He began,
"But that was before you tried to murder me. If you want those corpses now, it'll cost you 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs." His voice boomed out loud, absolute confidence rocking the air. His eyes threatened and brooked no argument as he crossed his arms, holding the Steelborn sword in front of him.
The Necrozark Gobel clenched his fists and glared at Micheal. A hint of fear could be seen, however, as they crossed gazes.
"…"
"…"
"…"
A few minutes later, Micheal found himself 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs richer, collectively worth more than 1600 Points.
He had ditched the skyscraper where the bodies were at, his temporary base if he didn't choose to relocate again. Already he had spotted two Morenkai scaling the outside of the building, drawn to the loud gunfire.
'Now… it's time I go hunting, while it's not yet noon. I wonder how many Points I can get before I need to rest?' His eyes flashed. He was strong and capable, but didn't have an infinite amount of energy. He could only hunt so many Morenkai in a day.
'1000 Points more? 2000? Maybe the full 3000?' He smiled grimly.
He was going to find out.
.. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Meanwhile, in a Cluster very far from Micheal, a blond haired teenager was experiencing a very different scene.
"Holy crap! Oh my frickin' gosh! Why are there so many of them?!!"
"!!"
"Why on earth did I have to teleport all the way down to the streets!?"
"MIIIICHEEEEAAAAALLLLL!"
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Micheal watched everything, calm and collected. The posturing of Gobel, how he moved his Morenkai minions to threaten him, the pulling of a gun...
In that time, his eyes moved only slightly as he positioned himself, waiting.
Finally, the moment he'd prepared for happened.
Gobel fired a bullet at him.
Ever since coming to the First Layer, Micheal had become well aware of the biggest threat to his safety.
It wasn't the Morenkai. It wasn't the dangerous heights or danger from any other normal threats.
No, it was one thing.
Humans with guns.
How do you react to something that moves far, far faster than you do?
It was a question Micheal had considered, many times before during his journey through the 7 Layers.
With his current physique, even as a superhuman that had almost 3 times the strength of a normal human, able to lift 150 pounds like it was 50 lbs (68 kg like it was 23 kg), there was no chance that Micheal could dodge a bullet by relying on physical strength.
He simply could not move that fast. It was impossible. He was well aware of how powerful his physique was and held no illusions to his strength.
If someone fired a gun on him when he was unaware, that bullet would pierce his skull and kill him.
Now, with his Life Orbs, he would be able to come back to life. Because of that, he could play things a bit riskier.
But he only had a limited number of those every day. He couldn't afford to squander them.
Micheal also was highly skilled at using his sixth sense. This ability was something every human had, tied to their soul. Some, like Micheal, were better at recognizing and sensing it than others. Micheal was an expert in that regard, due to his long years of hellish training and existence in the 7 Layers.
While his soul could only be considered normal right now, he still had the ability to sense when people were eyeing him. He could detect if someone was thinking about killing him and avoid fatal attacks, their killing intent projected.
To an extent, the same applied for guns. However, if, say, a sniper was targeting him from afar, Micheal's sixth sense was likely to provide little aid. An attack from such a great distance wouldn't trigger much of anything at all. He would have to rely upon his own reactions and skill.
This led Micheal to reach the conclusion he held in his heart.
'The only way I can handle guns, right now, is to predict them.' Surprise attacks were currently a weakness he couldn't address.
It wasn't entirely unexpected that he had a hole in his defenses. This was, after all, only his second day here. It simply wasn't possible to become invincible on day 1 or 2, not yet.
And thus, Micheal had set everything up in this situation in a specific way.
The way he talked and taunted Gobel, the way he stepped forward and positioned himself, his actions, everything had been precisely planned.
If Gobel decided to go all out and attack him, wasting some of his servants to suicide bomb him, Micheal would almost certainly die at least once, or possibly twice if he couldn't get away in time. Gobel was, after all, a strong B Ranker. A situation like that was a top priority of his to avoid.
So, he had set everything up so that Gobel would choose, of his own volition, to shoot Micheal.
BANG
The bullet flew through the air, searing directly towards Micheal's skull. Its movements were far too fast for Micheal to visibly trace.
However, right before Gobel had pulled the trigger, Micheal had shifted his arm slightly.
His hand was currently tapping the Low-Tier Spatial Ring he had on. The moment he saw Gobel line up to take a shot, Micheal reacted preemptively.
In that single split second window, he withdrew his Steelborn sword from his Low-Tier Spatial Ring, positioned in a place by judging the reaction of Gobel's eyes and hand. He had activated his Grandmaster Sword Mastery at the same moment.
BANG
CLINK
The bullet flew through the air in a split second and, with a resounding echo slammed into his blade... and then split into two, sparks flying.
tink
The two halves of the bullet tumbled along the roof, tinking on it and then fell off the side with a metallic echo. Both pieces were ruptured from the impact, the Sword Energy Micheal had covered his blade in ripping it apart with ease.
"Huh?" Gobel stuttered, staring at Micheal in unadulterated shock. His mute wife next to him flinched, her eyes staring at Micheal full of fear.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The Necrozark didn't waste time trying to talk again, immediately firing three more times. The man reacted quickly to control his disbelief.
Each time, Micheal moved his blade preemptively, positioning it exactly where the man would be aiming before he finished pulling the trigger.
CLINK
CLINK
CLINK
tinktinktink
Three bullets slammed into his precisely positioned blade, and three bullets were split in twain, scattering on the rooftop and flung over the side. While Micheal couldn't react to the bullet itself, he could easily react to the aiming and movements the man made.
'Ouch.' The strain of abruptly moving his arm and holding it up to block each bullet was extremely taxing for Micheal, making his arm sore. He didn't show even a hint of pain or discomfort, however, as he smiled, taking a step forward,
"Gobel, Gobel. I am not an unreasonable man." He smiled calmly, as if he hadn't just been shot at multiple times.
"But if you keep shooting at me, I'm going to start thinking you don't like me."
Gobel's arm shook slightly as he saw such an impossible scene, his breath turning ragged. His hand still pointed the gun at Micheal, trembling. The Necrozark's eyes flickered towards his servants, and then towards the scene where dozens of Morenkai were scattered about dead.
"You've just fired a very loud gun several times, Gobel. Morenkai will start to swarm here soon if we keep making noise. You still want these corpses, don't you?" As Micheal finished speaking, he stopped in front of one of the Abnormals that had shown up and attacked him.
This one had had glowing green legs that greatly enhanced its speed. This Abnormal Morenkai had used its legs to attack, blurringly fast strikes that were incredibly annoying. It was this one that caused a ton of his bones to fully break and his right lung to fail.
The man seemed transfixed. He crossed gazes with Micheal for a moment, staring at him. Finally, after what felt like forever but was only a few seconds, he lowered his gun, glancing at his mute wife for a split second.
That was just the way of this world, right now, Micheal thought, his eyes flashing. The strong had the right to do what they wanted. Micheal wouldn't kill him for shooting at him, not when he set everything up to get that specific reaction. If the man had continued to attack him, however, Micheal would've done everything in his power to kill him.
"What did you say you wanted for those corpses?" The Necrozark's voice was stilted with defeat as he snapped his fingers, calling his servants back towards him.
Micheal smiled.
"3 Repulser Grenades and 2 Close Impact Bombs." He began,
"But that was before you tried to murder me. If you want those corpses now, it'll cost you 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs." His voice boomed out loud, absolute confidence rocking the air. His eyes threatened and brooked no argument as he crossed his arms, holding the Steelborn sword in front of him.
The Necrozark Gobel clenched his fists and glared at Micheal. A hint of fear could be seen, however, as they crossed gazes.
"…"
"…"
"…"
A few minutes later, Micheal found himself 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs richer, collectively worth more than 1600 Points.
He had ditched the skyscraper where the bodies were at, his temporary base if he didn't choose to relocate again. Already he had spotted two Morenkai scaling the outside of the building, drawn to the loud gunfire.
'Now… it's time I go hunting, while it's not yet noon. I wonder how many Points I can get before I need to rest?' His eyes flashed. He was strong and capable, but didn't have an infinite amount of energy. He could only hunt so many Morenkai in a day.
'1000 Points more? 2000? Maybe the full 3000?' He smiled grimly.
He was going to find out.
.. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Meanwhile, in a Cluster very far from Micheal, a blond haired teenager was experiencing a very different scene.
"Holy crap! Oh my frickin' gosh! Why are there so many of them?!!"
"!!"
"Why on earth did I have to teleport all the way down to the streets!?"
"MIIIICHEEEEAAAAALLLLL!"
.
Micheal watched everything, calm and collected. The posturing of Gobel, how he moved his Morenkai minions to threaten him, the pulling of a gun...In that time, his eyes moved only slightly as he positioned himself, waiting.Finally, the moment he'd prepared for happened.Gobel fired a bullet at him.Ever since coming to the First Layer, Micheal had become well aware of the biggest threat to his safety.It wasn't the Morenkai. It wasn't the dangerous heights or danger from any other normal threats.No, it was one thing.Humans with guns.How do you react to something that moves far, far faster than you do?It was a question Micheal had considered, many times before during his journey through the 7 Layers.With his current physique, even as a superhuman that had almost 3 times the strength of a normal human, able to lift 150 pounds like it was 50 lbs 68 kg like it was 23 kg, there was no chance that Micheal could dodge a bullet by relying on physical strength.He simply could not move that fast. It was impossible. He was well aware of how powerful his physique was and held no illusions to his strength.If someone fired a gun on him when he was unaware, that bullet would pierce his skull and kill him.Now, with his Life Orbs, he would be able to come back to life. Because of that, he could play things a bit riskier.But he only had a limited number of those every day. He couldn't afford to squander them.Micheal also was highly skilled at using his sixth sense. This ability was something every human had, tied to their soul. Some, like Micheal, were better at recognizing and sensing it than others. Micheal was an expert in that regard, due to his long years of hellish training and existence in the 7 Layers.While his soul could only be considered normal right now, he still had the ability to sense when people were eyeing him. He could detect if someone was thinking about killing him and avoid fatal attacks, their killing intent projected.To an extent, the same applied for guns. However, if, say, a sniper was targeting him from afar, Micheal's sixth sense was likely to provide little aid. An attack from such a great distance wouldn't trigger much of anything at all. He would have to rely upon his own reactions and skill.This led Micheal to reach the conclusion he held in his heart.'The only way I can handle guns, right now, is to predict them.' Surprise attacks were currently a weakness he couldn't address.It wasn't entirely unexpected that he had a hole in his defenses. This was, after all, only his second day here. It simply wasn't possible to become invincible on day 1 or 2, not yet.And thus, Micheal had set everything up in this situation in a specific way.The way he talked and taunted Gobel, the way he stepped forward and positioned himself, his actions, everything had been precisely planned.If Gobel decided to go all out and attack him, wasting some of his servants to suicide bomb him, Micheal would almost certainly die at least once, or possibly twice if he couldn't get away in time. Gobel was, after all, a strong B Ranker. A situation like that was a top priority of his to avoid.So, he had set everything up so that Gobel would choose, of his own volition, to shoot Micheal.BANGThe bullet flew through the air, searing directly towards Micheal's skull. Its movements were far too fast for Micheal to visibly trace.However, right before Gobel had pulled the trigger, Micheal had shifted his arm slightly.His hand was currently tapping the Low-Tier Spatial Ring he had on. The moment he saw Gobel line up to take a shot, Micheal reacted preemptively.In that single split second window, he withdrew his Steelborn sword from his Low-Tier Spatial Ring, positioned in a place by judging the reaction of Gobel's eyes and hand. He had activated his Grandmaster Sword Mastery at the same moment.BANGCLINKThe bullet flew through the air in a split second and, with a resounding echo slammed into his blade... and then split into two, sparks flying.tinkThe two halves of the bullet tumbled along the roof, tinking on it and then fell off the side with a metallic echo. Both pieces were ruptured from the impact, the Sword Energy Micheal had covered his blade in ripping it apart with ease."Huh?" Gobel stuttered, staring at Micheal in unadulterated shock. His mute wife next to him flinched, her eyes staring at Micheal full of fear.BANGBANGBANGThe Necrozark didn't waste time trying to talk again, immediately firing three more times. The man reacted quickly to control his disbelief.Each time, Micheal moved his blade preemptively, positioning it exactly where the man would be aiming before he finished pulling the trigger.CLINKCLINKCLINKtinktinktinkThree bullets slammed into his precisely positioned blade, and three bullets were split in twain, scattering on the rooftop and flung over the side. While Micheal couldn't react to the bullet itself, he could easily react to the aiming and movements the man made.'Ouch.' The strain of abruptly moving his arm and holding it up to block each bullet was extremely taxing for Micheal, making his arm sore. He didn't show even a hint of pain or discomfort, however, as he smiled, taking a step forward,"Gobel, Gobel. I am not an unreasonable man." He smiled calmly, as if he hadn't just been shot at multiple times."But if you keep shooting at me, I'm going to start thinking you don't like me."Gobel's arm shook slightly as he saw such an impossible scene, his breath turning ragged. His hand still pointed the gun at Micheal, trembling. The Necrozark's eyes flickered towards his servants, and then towards the scene where dozens of Morenkai were scattered about dead."You've just fired a very loud gun several times, Gobel. Morenkai will start to swarm here soon if we keep making noise. You still want these corpses, don't you?" As Micheal finished speaking, he stopped in front of one of the Abnormals that had shown up and attacked him.This one had had glowing green legs that greatly enhanced its speed. This Abnormal Morenkai had used its legs to attack, blurringly fast strikes that were incredibly annoying. It was this one that caused a ton of his bones to fully break and his right lung to fail.The man seemed transfixed. He crossed gazes with Micheal for a moment, staring at him. Finally, after what felt like forever but was only a few seconds, he lowered his gun, glancing at his mute wife for a split second.That was just the way of this world, right now, Micheal thought, his eyes flashing. The strong had the right to do what they wanted. Micheal wouldn't kill him for shooting at him, not when he set everything up to get that specific reaction. If the man had continued to attack him, however, Micheal would've done everything in his power to kill him."What did you say you wanted for those corpses?" The Necrozark's voice was stilted with defeat as he snapped his fingers, calling his servants back towards him.Micheal smiled."3 Repulser Grenades and 2 Close Impact Bombs." He began,"But that was before you tried to murder me. If you want those corpses now, it'll cost you 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs." His voice boomed out loud, absolute confidence rocking the air. His eyes threatened and brooked no argument as he crossed his arms, holding the Steelborn sword in front of him.The Necrozark Gobel clenched his fists and glared at Micheal. A hint of fear could be seen, however, as they crossed gazes.""""""A few minutes later, Micheal found himself 5 Repulser Grenades and 3 Close Impact Bombs richer, collectively worth more than 1600 Points.He had ditched the skyscraper where the bodies were at, his temporary base if he didn't choose to relocate again. Already he had spotted two Morenkai scaling the outside of the building, drawn to the loud gunfire.'Now it's time I go hunting, while it's not yet noon. I wonder how many Points I can get before I need to rest?' His eyes flashed. He was strong and capable, but didn't have an infinite amount of energy. He could only hunt so many Morenkai in a day.'1000 Points more? 2000? Maybe the full 3000?' He smiled grimly.He was going to find out... .. .. .. .. .. ..Meanwhile, in a Cluster very far from Micheal, a blond haired teenager was experiencing a very different scene."Holy crap! Oh my frickin' gosh! Why are there so many of them?!!""!!""Why on earth did I have to teleport all the way down to the streets!?""MIIIICHEEEEAAAAALLLLL!".
