Chapter 11 (1/2)

Cha Jun Sung put his gun down and hit each of the gremlins one by one. As a beginner for the first time in the virtual game, he had made a series of mistakes.

Unlike back then, he was currently being resourceful with his bullets since he would die if he did not have them when he needed them. For real. He had to maintain his reason at every moment.

Kyak!

Such as this very gremlin.

Too bad for them, Cha Jun Sung was a predator they could not approach easily.

***

It had been one month since Cha Jun Sung delved into Life Mission in reality.

From the dwarf mission, his level had gone up little by little. Even within E-class missions, the difficulty depended upon the reward points.

When the reward was under 1000 points, the only differences were in the number of Level 1 mutants and the area they were in. It all went smoothly up to here.

Even if they came charging at him in numbers, they would still just be deadwood in front of his red fire.

The problem began when the missions reached over 1000 points. This was when the Level 2 mutants appeared. Though they came one by one, they were not to be underestimated.

The Level 2 mutants would send their underlings first and the bullet consumption increased. They had recognized the dangerous object. The intent of their enemy was obvious, but they could not prevent it.

It was impossible to kill dozens of mutants at the same time. He had purchased a generous amount of bullets because of this, but he used all of them up before he could fight with Level 2.

At times, they hid amongst their underlings and waited it out. They did not come at him openly. If they had charged at him without any thought, he would have been faced with a difficult situation.

What was fortunate was that most of the Level 2 battles were one-on-one. When the Level 2 minions were left over, there would not be more than 10 of them.

He stood his ground with his steel katana and sturdy armor.

In contrast to Level 1 mutants, each hit was stronger and damaged his plastic armor, but his impact tights still absorbed most of the shock.

Cha Jun Sung had proved that his equipment worked on Level 2 mutants.

As he accumulated experience, his intuition was revived. Grenades were a definite asset, and he began to use equipment like the Claymore with ease.

Though it was exhausting, he could not describe the pleasure he felt when he overcame all of the hardships and completed each mission. He felt alive every time.

He had gathered 80,000 points like this. The total was close to 110,000, but he had used some on repairing his equipment and buying expendables.

When he had completed a 1300 point mission to annihilate mutants, he had gained 5000 points. However, 30% of that would evaporate into thin air due to repair costs.

In the worst cases, there were times when 70% of what he earned disappeared. These were when his armor and tights had become so ragged that he had to replace them.

Ever since he reached missions over 1500 points, his equipment would come back as rags. It had already happened twice and it seemed like this time would become the third.

***

Tutututu!

Cha Jun Sung brandished his red fire. He just wanted one shot to hit.

He tried his best to hit his target, but it was not easy because it moved in a zigzag. Nothing worked, so he was just hoping for luck.

Kwang!

Huk!

Cha Jun Sung went flying a few meters at a hit to the chest. His already ragged shoulder patch shattered into debris.

Tutu!

Even while he was falling, he did not let go of the red fire. Roads were tough. He needed to stay alert so that the opponent would not undermine him.

Crunk!

Cha Jun Sung used his sword as a cane to stand up. His legs trembled. He took a deep breath and created a greater distance between himself and his approaching enemy.

Level 2 Mad Dog.

It was a crazy dog.

It was as large as a bear. Its tight muscles grotesquely shook between its veins as if it had been skinned.

It was as strong as it was large. But more than anything, it was fast.

“One is hard enough, but two!”

At first, he thought that there was just one. But while they fought, another one suddenly came in. He was unprotected, but he had turned his body and avoided being harmed.

Its biting strength was incredible, so his protective plastic patch was smashed.

After that, it was a ruckus. He fought as though he were rabid because he was in a situation where he was fighting one against two. He set off a grenade, brandished his gun, and swung his sword.