CH 35.1

Chapter 35.1. The Boss Of Outer Town

As the boss of the outer town, Eitai had long reigned. Since the world had become a place where physical disparities appeared. Since money ruled everything and power spoke for itself.

From the time they built the walls, he couldn’t surpass them.

Back when the dungeons first appeared, Eitai was just a young person. One could even say he was a child. For a boy who had just become a middle school student. It was a fire on the opposite shore. He played with friends and wasted his days away using his smartphone to stay in touch. He was just an ordinary young person.

He didn’t want to be called a fool. He was just an average young person.

The military suppressed the monsters that appeared from the dungeons. And politicians on television repeatedly gave passionate speeches, stating that this commotion, which could be called a disaster, would be resolved immediately.

People believed it. That’s because even dragons that flew through the sky and destroyed tall buildings with their breath could be defeated by missiles.

People believed it. At that time, when information could be transmitted on the spot. Everyone was transmitting victory.

No modern weapons would lose to monsters that seemed to have come from a classical fantasy world.

Which university to attend, which company to interview with? Young people believed in a future laid out on rails and, while voicing their boss’s and clients’ complaints at izakayas, their fathers believed in working until retirement.

No one knew when the collapse began. It was probably around when food prices gradually increased, and the military constructed walls around the city instead of conquering the dungeons.

When the walls began to be built, Eitai had changed a little. He was a salaryman who made airsoft his hobby and daily exercise routine.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

He lacked the guilt of killing others.

When they completed the walls, people understood that the city gets divided into inner and outer towns. When he attacked cars heading towards the inner town out of confusion and fear of being left behind, killing everyone inside and acquiring their money and guns.

Just a little different from others, the man became the boss of the outer town. During the massive demonstrations. During the stampede caused by monsters. Each time chaos struck, he gained strength, expanded his influence, and now ruled the outer town.

When Eitai walked through the city, people would step aside, women were easily within reach, and he could ensure that he never laid eyes on any undesirable guys again.

It was because his choices were always the right ones. Since he attacked the car that was trying to head toward the inner town, his choices had always been correct. He twisted his mouth into an ugly smirk, looking down at the men standing a little distance away.

He was a man with eyes that gave off a knife-like sharpness. He produced a pitch-black robe from nowhere, covering himself completely except for his arrogant eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression. Wearing a hood, he didn’t even break a sweat despite the midsummer heat.

“You think you can kill me and take the Type 22 from me? Are you underestimating me? Do you think you can match a gun at this distance?”

Amano Sakimori, the dungeon enthusiast of the abandoned town. The strongest man. Despite his lean and medium-built figure, he emitted a dangerous aura and carried the presence of a formidable individual. He remained calm and showed no signs of fear, even in the face of me, holding a Type 22 automatic rifle.

However, for Eitai, who had fought countless battles against skilled individuals and slain them all, Sakimori wasn’t dangerous.

The distance between Eitai and Sakimori was 20 meters. It’s the range of his automatic rifle. It was difficult to miss, while skills and magic were too slow compared to the bullets of the automatic rifle. It was a lethal range where he could make Amano into a hornet’s nest.

“Oh, so that’s a Type 22 automatic rifle. How did you manage to get your hands on something like that?”

Eitai suppressed the urge to laugh at Sakimori’s composed attitude.

Eitai see. He’s looking for an opening. He’s trying to figure out how to close this distance, right? Does he want to buy some time to cast his spells?

Eitai won’t let that happen. His courage to not show any signs of panic is commendable, but he’s used to dealing with people like Sakimori.

“Let me ask you again. Will you become my subordinate or die?”

While posing the question, Eitai switched the rifle to semi-automatic mode.

“Hey, hey, there’s another option, right? I can kill you and make that assault rifle mine.”

Sakimori laughed lightly and adopted a relaxed attitude, to which Eitai smirked.

“Is that so? What a shame.”

The Type 22 automatic rifle was a new model that combined electric assistance. Its power could penetrate even 15mm steel plates. Walls created with mere skills were virtually non-existent. This gun was his trump card, purchased for 20 million. He brought it here to take over the market rumored in the abandoned town. And humans were no match for an assault rifle.

Eitai sneers. Perhaps Sakimori can withstand a handgun bullet, but Eitai’ll show him the power of a military rifle. He’s been training for decades, continuously defeating monsters through dungeon attacks, but it’s all been a foolish effort. In the end, money is what matters.

“Thanks for your decades of foolishness. Money talks in the end, you know.”

He earned money in the outer town. With that money, Eitai bought guns, women, delicious food, and power. He’s different from a foolish man who just silently exterminates monsters. He’s on a different level from a man who can’t enjoy life.

Eitai’ll teach him that the market he created in the ruins town will be mine. If Eitai can increase his earnings here, he might even live in the inner town.

Even if he tries to seize an opportunity, it’s futile. Pointing the 22-caliber automatic rifle at the foolish man,

“Die.”

“Die.”

Eitai and Sakimori snarled at each other like beasts and simultaneously uttered the same words. Without showing any opening for spell casting, Eitai pulled the trigger. He shot 3 shots in semi-automatic mode. Manipulating the gun as if it were an extension of himself, Eitai aimed at Sakimori.

[Icicle Shield]

As Sakimori muttered, a two-meter ice wall emerged as if oozing from the air. Eitai was astonished by the sight.