I was like a hunter moving through the mountain forest, constantly searching for my prey.
After killing six people in a row, I was getting a little full of myself.
Sometimes I thought about it: no matter how formidable these enemies were, weren't they still flesh and blood, people who ate the same everyday food as me?
What made them impossible to beat?
A talent. I really was a fucking talent.
After collecting a second round of equipment, I replenished my quiver with a few more arrows and also searched their backpacks for food.
Carrying all this, I continued looking for my next target.
This time, I searched for almost an hour without finding anything.
I found a tree and sat down, planning to eat something and regain some strength before looking for them again.
Just as I put down my backpack and took out a sausage, a sudden rustling came from somewhere nearby.
I froze on the spot, not daring to move again.
I'm screwed...
Could someone be lying in wait for me nearby...?
I drew a breath and slowly moved both hands between my legs, reaching for the repeating crossbow I had placed on the ground.
If someone really was waiting to ambush me, the longer I hesitated, the sooner I would die.
Fuck it!
I grabbed the repeating crossbow, rolled sideways, and quickly aimed toward the sound.
But I couldn't see a target. Less than a meter ahead, the ground dropped away into a ledge.
I didn't dare get careless. Keeping the repeating crossbow raised, I watched the area below the ledge intently. I was certain someone was down there, because another sound came from below.
"Who's down there!"
"Stop playing tricks!"
I barked, "Get the hell out here! I've got a repeating crossbow. You're not getting