A Poor Student's Guilty Conscience

But Su'er did not want to continue.

She was clever, and after a little thought, she realized she was not actually that formidable.

As unwilling as she was to admit it, she was still crushing other players with her superior stats. Without them, she probably would not even have made the top hundred.

On equal footing, her marksmanship was nowhere near that of the other ranked players. That was a fact.

"Let's go."

Su'er lowered her gun, looking thoroughly uninterested.

But the Manis did not see it that way. They knew how hard it was to enter the rankings, and Su'er looked barely older than they were. Yet she had made it in and ranked in the fifties. She was a High-Ranking Gunner in every sense.

In Infinite City, every marksman in the top hundred was called a High-Ranking Gunner. Su'er now had the right to call herself one too.

Su'er shook her head. "I don't actually know how to use a gun."

"If the other marksmen heard you say that, they'd probably die of shame," Hawkins said with a laugh.

Who said there was a right way to use a gun? As long as you hit your target, it did not matter if you fired with your feet, with your eyes closed, or even with your ass.

Every rule in this world restricted the weak, not the strong. That went for the laws of nature, rules humans made for themselves, and rules laid down by other creatures.

The strong could ignore all of it. Become strong enough, and there were no rules.

"Boss, let's go to the arena! We're going to take first place!" one Mani shouted.

The other Manis immediately clamored for a trip to the arena.

Infinite City had many arenas, mainly because players could not die