-1711- Worry about money?

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

In the desolate wilderness, a group of players raised all kinds of firearms, pulling the triggers toward a direction where a transparent trajectory line extended, forming a barrage of bullets that covered the area like a storm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...!"

On the rocky hill where Rozen was located, a series of crackling sounds continuously erupted, sending dust flying into the air.

The incoming bullet rain struck various corners of the rocky hill, leaving bullet marks and shaving off large amounts of dirt.

Rozen saw countless faint red transparent trajectory lines extending toward him, with bullets following these trajectories, shooting in rapid succession.

"Impressive."

Rozen let out a resigned chuckle.

In GGO (Gun Gale Online), the ballistic prediction lines were designed to assist with defense and evasion. However, they also revealed the position of the player shooting at the target.

After Rozen's first shot, his ballistic prediction line had already appeared in the players' field of vision.

This was a disadvantage for snipers. After the first shot, their position was immediately exposed, requiring a quick relocation. Otherwise, they would inevitably face concentrated fire and be taken out.

But Rozen did not play by this rule.

"I'm too lazy to move," he said with a slight smile, tilting his head.

"Whoosh!"

A bullet grazed past his cheek, landing behind him.

Looking closely, none of the incoming bullets actually hit Rozen.

This was because the enemies were still a certain distance away, and with the wind and sand flying around, plus their tense nerves from seeing one of their teammates taken down, their heart rates spiked, causing their bullet prediction circles to fluctuate wildly. Hitting Rozen wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Not to mention that Rozen was lying on the rocky hill, minimizing his exposed area. The hill itself provided additional cover, and few of the incoming ballistic prediction lines directly targeted him. Even when they did, Rozen dodged with a simple sidestep, avoiding the bullets entirely.

With the assistance of Mind's Eye, Rozen could see the trajectories of all the bullets clearly without relying on the ballistic prediction lines, evading the shots effortlessly.

The concentrated fire from the enemies posed no threat to Rozen at all.

"My turn."

Rozen raised his rifle again, aiming forward.

However, after his first shot, his ballistic prediction line had been revealed, immediately alerting the enemies.

"Watch out!"

"Another one is comming!"

The warning shouts echoed among the group.

But some players were puzzled.

"What's he aiming at?"

The ballistic prediction line wasn't targeting any of the players but rather a spot on the ground between two of them.

"Does he even know how to aim?"

"How stupid!"

The two players exchanged a glance and sneered disdainfully.

They had already forgotten how the first player had been instantly killed with a shot to the forehead.

And then...

"Bang—!"

The gunshot echoed across the wasteland.

A rifle bullet tore through the air and landed on the ground between the two players.

It struck a rock.

"Boom—!"

The rock shattered upon impact, turning into countless fragments.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The two players, standing too close to the explosion, were hit in their ankles by the rock fragments, forcing them to kneel from the impact.

Almost simultaneously, a ballistic prediction line locked onto one of the players' foreheads.

"No!"

"Watch out!"

The surrounding players turned pale as they realized what was happening.

The targeted player finally noticed the situation but froze in panic.

That hesitation sealed his fate.

"Thud!"

A bullet pierced his forehead, and he fell to the ground, his body disintegrating into polygon fragments.

Another player nearby witnessed this scene up close, his face filled with disbelief.

Then, another ballistic prediction line aimed directly at him.

Seeing the crimson glint, the player shuddered and instinctively stood up to react.

"Stop!"

"Don't stand up!"

A nearby player screamed in warning.

But it was too late.

The player had stood up, aligning himself perfectly with the prediction line.

"Thud!"

A bullet pierced his forehead.

"Bang!"

The scene of the third player disintegrating into polygon fragments unfolded clearly in the desolate wilderness.

This particular player's bad luck was exceptional, as he dropped his weapon upon death.

Among the randomly dropped equipment after death, weapons were the most valuable. This player would undoubtedly be devastated after respawning.

Seeing three teammates gunned down right before their eyes, the remaining players wavered.

"Dammit!"

"Come out, you coward!"

"Fire! Keep firing!"

"Kill him!"

The players, seething with rage, resumed their barrage, sending a storm of bullets toward the rocky hill.

Some even began advancing, gradually closing in on Rozen's position.

Amidst the chaos, none of them noticed a small black object flying through the air in a parabolic arc, landing near their feet.

It was a grenade.

"Boom—!"

The explosion sent a fiery shockwave rippling outward.

"Ahhhhhh—!"

One after another, the enraged players were thrown off their feet, crying out. Some were blasted into the air, slamming into the ground as their HP plummeted.

At the same time, another ballistic prediction line appeared, targeting a player who was still lying on the ground with their eyes closed.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

"Thud!"

Another bullet found its mark, and the fourth player fell.

The massacre continued.

...

Ten minutes later, the gunfire in the wilderness ceased.

The once-aggressive group of players had vanished entirely, leaving behind scattered weapons, equipment, and items on the ground.

A while later, Rozen, carrying his rifle, appeared at the scene.

"A good start, not bad," he said.

Rozen collected the spoils of battle one by one, reflecting on the recent fight.

To most GGO players, the fight was undoubtedly a display of top-tier skill, flawless and beyond reproach.

Taking down so many players solo and obtaining so much loot—wasn't that achievement enough?

But Rozen thought otherwise.

"I feel like the weapons are holding me back."

The rifle, while accurate and with good range, was cumbersome and time-consuming to reload. For Rozen, who could hit his targets with 100% accuracy, the reloading time was a significant disadvantage, potentially shifting the tide of battle.

Moreover...

"The range isn't enough, and the power is too weak. The enemies almost got close enough to shoot back at me. Even if their shots wouldn't hit, it's still a bad situation."

Rozen decided he needed better weapons.

Even the handgun on his waist, which he had tested during the battle, felt unsatisfactory.

"I'll have Yui look out for anyone selling rare weapons in GGO. If there are any, I'll just pay cash or check the in-game auction house."

It's not like he needs to worry about money.

After making this decision, Rozen turned and left the area.

Unbeknownst to him, his actions here would soon spread like wildfire.