Footsteps

A stormy night at sea.

"It can do that too...?"

Looking at the Shadow Guard hanging before him in the exact same manner, Bai Zhi suddenly felt a toothache coming on.

He had originally thought there was only one Capitalist's Rope in the room, so the latter should not have been attacked upon entering. But just as no one said you could not stab someone to death without a spearhead, who said one rope could only hang one person?

He had not bothered when the Shadow Guard was hung up earlier because he needed to explore as quickly as possible and could not be bothered wasting time on such trivial matters. But now, as the first Player he had encountered on this Yacht, the other person was worth talking to.

After casually ordering the Shadow Guard hanging in the room to perform a fish-leaping-out-of-water routine, Bai Zhi took [Holy Load] out of his Inventory.

[Holy Load] was originally supposed to be [Holy Judgment]. After all, what kind of name was Holy Load? Bai Zhi later specifically called a certain Greedy Puppeteer about this matter and received an answer that left him utterly speechless.

—Because the work had been rushed, she had accidentally mixed up the two characters for "load" and "judgment" while naming the book.

Still, something like that did not really matter.

Compared to [Magic Type], the completely silent effects of [Holy Load] worked better at a time like this. With the [Gun Fu] Mu Qiansè had given him, along with [Pluto]'s Support effect, he could now cosplay as a sharpshooter himself.

"So even with outside interference, it is still just an ordinary rope...?"

Looking at the rope before him, which had been shot apart with only two bullets, Bai Zhi wore a thoughtful expression.

On this level of