A hand wearing a white glove pulled the trigger. Gilberto actually didnât have to pull the trigger anymore because the gun and its bullets were made out of Ether. However, he felt comfortable pulling the trigger as if it had become some kind of ritual to him.
âHe truly is a magicianâŚâ Gilberto murmured.
It was commonly said that magicians were always prepared.
An unprepared magician was bound to fall behind others and die.
âSniping is similar to magicians in that sense.â
Snipers had to be prepared as well.
Sniping locations, escape routes, and trapsâsnipers had to have all of those prepared, and they also had to use their brains. They had to make sure that their bullets would hit the target, and only then would they pull the trigger.
âI wonderâŚ.â Gilberto calmly stared at the approaching Isaac.
âIsaacâa Heaven and the Heavenly Demonâs right-hand man.â
âI wonder who is more prepared between us?â
***
Swoosh!
Isaac flew across the sea and toward Gilberto.
âYou managed to hit me twice, but there wonât be a third time.â
Isaac avoided Gilbertâs bullets while flying toward the latter, but Gilbertoâs bullets carried enough destructive power to create a massive wave upon hitting the sea surface.
âHe has definitely become even stronger than before.â Isaac had no idea what Gilberto had been doing, but it was undeniable that Gilberto had become ridiculously stronger than before. âThe closer I get to him, the more destructive his bullets will become.â
Isaac acknowledged that he could not allow himself to get hit by Gilbertoâs bullets.
âYou should have killed me with that bullet earlier.â Isaac had taken two bullets from Gilberto so far, and he was determined that it would be the last time he would get hit. âI will not allow any of your bullets to hit me anymore.â
Isaac picked up the pace.
Bang!
Gilberto tried to keep Isaac at bay with his attacks.
However, Isaac easily avoided Gilbertoâs bullets by simply moving left and right.
âThereâs a limit to what a gun can achieveâŚâ
Guns were powerful, but their attacks were projectiles that could be easily avoided by those who were strong enough.
âThatâs why guns and bows have never become mainstream...â In short, one could become a master marksman, but they would still be using the same bullets as novices. âHowever, magicians are different.â
Magicians could perform a variety of attacks with endless variations, and a dedicated magician could easily overwhelm anyone with their flurry of attacks.
âAll right. Iâm here.â
Isaac saw Gilberto in a prone position on a beachside hill.
â...I donât know if I should say heâs stubborn or confident.â
Gilberto was getting ready to shoot, even though Isaac was already so close to him.
Impressed, Isaac summoned a few massive playing cards.
âThis is my gift for your resilience.â
The massive playing cards flew toward Gilberto like missiles.
Boom!
The entire hill was flattened in the blink of an eye.
Isaac was disappointed. âI did not expect it to be this boring.â
He descended and walked on the flattened hill to confirm Gilbertoâs death.
âOh, no. Was that too much?â
Isaac shrugged upon seeing Gilbertoâs horrible condition.
He bent one knee to put his hand on Gilbertoâs chest.
Lub dub, lub dub.
âHuh?â Gilberto's heart was beating fast, but his eyes resembled a dead fish.
â...â
The contradiction filled Isaacâs heart with a sense of incongruity.
Gilbertoâs heart started to beat even faster.
Lub dub lub dub lub dub!
âWhat?â Isaac hurriedly retreated. âWhat is that?â
Dozens of magic barriers engulfed his figure, but before he could even start thinking about what was going on, Gilbertoâs figure shone and exploded.
Boom!
âArgh!â Isaac screamed. The explosion struck him, sending him flying and rolling on the beach until he struck a boulder.
âUghâŚâ Isaacâs ears were ringing, and his eyes were swimming as he forced himself to stand up. âSelf-destruction? Did he just sacrifice himself just to kill me?â
Many burning questions popped up in Isaacâs mind, but he couldnât help but think that he was missing something important here.
âNo, donât tell meâŚâ A shiver ran down Isaacâs spine, and he threw himself to the ground.
Whizz!
Argh!â Isaacâs left foot exploded into a bloody mist.
If he hadnât thrown himself to the ground, his lower body would have exploded into a bloody mist rather than just his left foot.
âArgh. An illusion, huh? You learned an interesting trick.â
In other words, Isaac had fallen into Gilbertoâs trap the moment he arrived on the beach.
âWhere is he, then?â
âMagic Box!â
Thud!
Four boxes manifested on the beach.
Isaac hurriedly entered one of the four boxes, and the boxes started shuffling themselves.
Bang! Bang!
Two of the four magic boxes exploded upon being hit by Gilbertoâs bullets.
âThis is badâŚâ Isaac emerged from out of the boxes with a frown. He was frowning because Gilbertoâs bullets had come from both east and west.
âIn other words, one of those two bullets came from the wrongâno, perhaps those two bullets didnât come from where Gilberto really is locatedâŚâ
Isaac grinned. His left foot was still regenerating, so it felt itchy.
âIt feels nice to use my brain after such a long time.â
âScan.â A magic circle manifested beneath Isaacâs feet, and it started looking for vestiges of magic.
â...Huh?â Isaac frowned. âWhy canât I feel even a trace of magic?â
Magic would always leave traces, and one could obtain a lot of information from those traces. Gilberto had been sniping Isaac, so there had to be traces of magic somewhere.
âWhy are his attacks so destructive if heâs not using magic?â thought Isaac. He was convinced that Gilberto had to have been using magic all this while, but he couldnât detect even a single trace of magic. âWait, perhapsâŚâ
Isaac extrapolated from missing data and found that things would make sense if Gilberto had been using Force all this while rather than magic.
âOh, wow.â Isaac was shocked. âWhen did he learn to wield Force?â
Isaac wasnât exactly sure if Gilberto was really using Force because its pattern was a bit strange.
âIt doesnât matter...â Isaac reckoned that it would only be a matter of time before he found Gilberto because he had already identified the pattern of Gilbertoâs Force.
Isaac started comparing the traces of Force he had discovered from both east and west to the traces he had seen from the illusion he had killed earlier.
âTheyâre exactly the same.â
In other words, Gilbertoâs attacks from both east and the west were both smokescreens.
âItâs going to take me a while to find him.â
Fwoosh.
Isaacâs demonic energy spread like a fog.
âThere has to be a few fake Gilbertos here. They wonât deceive me. Iâm only going to look for the real Gilberto.â
Isaac pulled out a black cloth and wrapped it around the bleeding stump of his left foot.
Moments later, he unwrapped the stump, and a healthy foot appeared.
âI didnât expect that youâre capable of entertaining me like thisâŚâ
Isaac smiled as he started looking around.
***
âTsk.â Gilberto clicked his tongue.
âDid he already figure out that theyâre illusions?â
Isaac was right. Gilberto had created illusions made out of Ether.
âThereâs nothing wrong with themâŚâ
Gilberto thought that the illusions would buy him a lot of time, but Isaac saw through his trick after dealing with just a single illusion.
âWhat a monster⌠I guess thereâs a reason heâs infamous.â
Gilberto agonized over his options. âI can still retreat. I can let him look for me here while I head to the castle.â
However, he reckoned that he would become a burden for both Mio and Seo Jun-Ho if he were to return to the castle. After all, Isaac would surely discover that he had been tricked, which meant that he would inevitably return to the castle.
Gilberto fell into deep contemplation. âShould I just give it a try?â
It had been four days since Gilberto learned to wield Ether, but he had never really tested its limits because he was busy moving along the coastline and saving his strength for the upcoming battle.
âIf I pour everything into a single shotâŚâ
Gilberto was confident of killing Isaac.
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âFather! Heâs coming!â Arthur screamed, pulling Gilberto out of his thoughts.
â...!â Gilberto came to his senses and peeked at Isaac through his scope.
âDamn it.â
Isaac was making a beeline for them.
âIâll buy you some time,â said Arthur.
âWhat?â Gilberto was astonished. He was about to say something, but he saw Arthurâs determined and firm eyes. The latterâs eyes were telling him to trust him.
âThe two of us will die if we fight him in close combat,â said Arthur.
â...â Gilberto didnât know what to say. Arthur was right. A sniper had to be distant from their target if they wanted to be effective. Snipers were weak in close-combat quarters, so it wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that they would lose the moment their target got close to them.
â...Thirty seconds,â Gilberto muttered. âJust buy me thirty seconds.â
â...Yes, Father!â Arthur responded enthusiastically to his father, who had chosen to believe him.
Gilberto stared at Arthurâs departing figure. âIâm counting on you.â
Arthur was a Player capable of taking care of himself while Gilberto was absent. In other words, he was a trustworthy Player whom Gilberto could trust, and he had made a rational decision by trusting his son.
âWithdraw illusions,â Gilberto muttered, recovering the illusions and the Ether he had expended to create them.
Gilberto closed his eyes. âParticle Development.â
If Gilberto wanted to kill Isaac in a single blow. He needed a weapon that would allow him to generate a destructive force capable of annihilating Isaacâs soul in the proverbial blink of an eye.
âA regular sniper rifle isnât good enough.â Bullets were too slow to hit Isaac.
Gilberto fell into deep contemplation, but he soon emerged from his thoughts with a weapon in mind.â
A gigantic weapon manifested on the hill where Gilberto was located.
***
Swish.
Arthurâs sword was unsheathed as he waited for Isaacâs arrival.
However, his heart was beating like crazy.
âCalm down, Arthur. Calm downâŚâ
It wasnât strange that he was nervous. After all, he was about to face a Heaven.
In all honesty, Isaac could chop his head off in the blink of an eye.
âHaaa⌠calm down⌠Calm down, meâŚâ Arthur muttered.
Isaac finally arrived.
Arthur gripped his sword tightly.
âHmm?â Isaac descended upon confirming Arthurâs identity. He looked around with a smile before asking, âArthur Green, right? Whereâs your father?â
âWho knows? Maybe heâs in your hair?â
âPffft!â Isaac chuckled. âItâs great that youâre confident, but itâs heartbreaking to see that your confidence is unfounded.â
âYouâll soon find out whether Iâm just bluffing or not.â
âHmm.â Isaacâs eyes narrowed at the remark. Arthur Green was indeed standing in front of him. He was real rather than just an illusion. âThere is no way Gilberto will choose to abandon his son.â
Isaac concluded that Gilberto was somewhere preparing something lethal while Arthur was here to buy him time.
Isaac ran a number of simulations in his head.
âNot bad.â
However, Isaac was the Magician of Deathâlethality was meaningless before him.
Isaac grinned and muttered, â...Equation of Death.â
A repulsive energy wrapped around him, but it was death energy rather than demonic energy.