Urgent recruitment‼ How to Save the Ending World ▚ I'm a certain NPC girl from a discontinued VRMMO service, but somehow managing to survive again today - Chapter 11

Episode 11: No Choice Anymore

“Wait, did the master revive!?”

“…Thanks for making a fuss right in my ear.”

Swiftly dodging the pursuing bullets by turning his body sideways, relying on the strength of the beast-like mechanical entity Kaijin, Shiro jumped to his feet with a side step, skillfully avoiding further rapid gunfire.

Although not visible, the simple idea that constant movement avoids getting hit prompted them to jump into a narrow alley off the main street with unconventional trajectories, and both took a moment to catch their breath.

“It seems forcibly withdrawing like this… won’t be possible.”

“The distance between us must be within 1.5 km, right?”

As mentioned in the thick procedural manual, if they entered a state of conflict, they couldn’t log out unless they maintained a certain distance from each other. Considering the leg strength of Black Dog, escaping to a safe zone seemed easy, but being shot in the face from an unreachable location and then fleeing with their tails between their legs didn’t suit their nature, so it was dismissed.

“Let me tell you which side is the hunter.”

“Alright, I’ll figure out the sniper’s location from the direction the bullets are coming.”

Touching the damaged mask partially during the first shot, this “mask cracking” seemed to be the main event or the culmination of the battle, according to Shiro’s wry smile. While he was smiling, the analysis progressed, revealing the path to approach while hidden in the shadows.

“Damn, I completely misjudged the timing to withdraw.”

Whether the unidentified support AI, Creamhilt, was excellent, or it was a combination with the main body’s performance, the relative distance of about 700m was quickly reduced.

With no chance of escape, the only choice was to confront here. Invisible Huntman sighed, giving up on aiming for the prey that had been targeted occasionally in the ruined cityscape, and focused on the projected values on the visor.

“Damn, I made a complete misjudgment of the timing to withdraw.”

Whether the unidentified support AI, Creamhilt, was excellent, or it was a combination with the main body’s performance, the relative distance of about 700m was quickly reduced.

With no chance of escape, the only choice was to confront here. Invisible Huntman sighed, giving up on aiming for the prey that had been targeted occasionally in the ruined cityscape, and focused on the projected values on the visor.

“…Did it break through the wall!?”

“Exactly, you’ve got it.”

Immediately throwing a flashbang stun grenade at the opponent, as if it didn’t matter anymore, Black Dog avoided rapid shots while deprived of sight and hearing. Just as he did so, Black Dog, with tremendous speed, performed a powerful spinning kick, preventing the thrown flashbang from affecting him.

“Guh!!”

The thrown hunter instinctively squeezed the trigger of his gun, but facing the mechanized entity head-on, which had its left palm on the floor and its slightly bent right leg stretched forward, the bullet only pierced the inner wall above his head.

Shifting his center of gravity, Black Dog stood up, simultaneously let out a roar, and the large claws of a ferocious beast approached. The gun user tried to squeeze the trigger again in haste, but the mechanized entity easily avoided the attack and delivered a devastating blow, tearing the gun user’s internal organs to shreds.

“…Tsk, can’t believe the hunter becomes the hunted.”

“That’s how it goes sometimes. Occasionally…”

If the first shot had hit directly, he would have boasted that it would have been him lying there, but now, swinging the significantly strengthened right arm of the mechanized entity, Invisible Huntman, who had been thrown and collided with the wall, turned into a faint phosphorescence and disappeared.

Honestly, in close combat, the hunter specializing in medium and long-range attacks and Black Dog’s close combat prowess were incomparable. When it came to hand-to-hand combat, the outcome was decided from the moment they engaged.

In the room still filled with the smell of gunpowder, there were not only torn and unusable coats but also non-lethal hand grenades that could literally be called drop items scattered around.