Arcane Sniper [Matan’s Shooter] Chapter 753

Arcane Sniper [Matan’s Shooter] Chapter 753

Leeha gazed at Bottleneck with a puzzled expression, his eyes wide open as if he still couldn’t believe what had happened.

“The Mosin-Nagant – it’s gone. The White Reaper’s Mosin-Nagant… What’s going on? I even checked it five tis just in case… There doesn’t seem to be any additional effect on the Black Bass. Even though Mosin-Nagant disappeared and Black Bass looks the sa… my expectations weren’t completely dashed. After all, Mosin-Nagant’s attack power wasn’t lower than Black Bass’s anyway. So there was one effect that I hoped would be transferred from Mosin-Nagant.”

“Transforming into the surroundings for more than 5 seconds… In other words, an infinite camouflage! What? What’s going on with that?”

Leeha checked Black Bass multiple tis in suspicion.

Nothing had changed. He even checked the number of quests for Black Bass, and it was the sa. The seal remained at 『7』, and there wasn’t a single change in attack power, range, or anything else.

“Sir, what’s going on? Please explain!”

“Eh, uh! What?”

“Stop with the aningless sounds! What exactly is going on? You said it would be combined! You said it only needed a legendary item! But why is Black Bass still the sa!”

Most importantly… Bottleneck, what’s up with your level up?

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What does it an that your skill increased for attempting the synthesis? Leeha found it most absurd. It was a mont that resounded with achievent along with failure.

『Achievent: Ardent supporter of the God of the Anvil (S)』

Congratulations!

You have exerted all your resources to support the God of the Anvil and his disciple! Thanks to you, another disciple can strive for the reenactnt of a legend. The God of the Anvil is pleased! Perhaps when the blacksmith you sponsor can handle all the materials in mythology, the God of the Anvil may descend to comnd you personally.

Reward: Strength 15, stamina 10, Absolute trust of the sponsored blacksmith of the God of the Anvil

You are the first registrant of the achievent.

The first three registrants of the achievent will be recorded in the Hall of Fa, and an additional 200% of the existing effects will be applied.

Effect: Strength 30, stamina 20

A remarkable S-grade achievent!

However, Leeha’s expression did not brighten as he rechecked the achievent window.

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‘Just… this? If you use the expression “putting all your resources into it.” then the achievent acquisition condition is ‘when a legendary item is destroyed due to synthesis’… The cost is just the – ‘recognition in the Hall of Fa, totaling strength 45 and stamina 30.

A trendous figure.

‘Yes, it’s a trendous figure, but… oh, 75 stat points are essential for lee combatants, a trendous figure indeed. If it’s simply a calculation of stat points based on level, wouldn’t it be an increase of up to 15 levels?’

“Argh! I’m not happy at all! Give stat points instead. Who cares about trust.”

Leeha couldn’t stop grumbling.

After all, the sponsored blacksmith is none other than Bottleneck. Who else would have brought the dwarf working in Hell’s Anvil to the Gaza City and given him the position of Chief Engineer? It seed that there was already a sufficient level of trust between Leeha and Bottleneck.

In such a state, absolute trust?

“Bottleneck-ssi.”

“I heard you. At the mont I struck the hamr, I heard the voice of Black Bass. No, it seed like I even saw the appearance of Black Bass.”

“What?”

Bottleneck slowly regained consciousness as his eyes opened.

‘I definitely heard it,’ he murmured.

‘What did the White Death’s rifle? Where is the rifle?’

‘Black Bass has definitely said it,’ I replied.

‘The… the rifle of White Death, how is it?’

‘It was definitely a real rifle,’ Bottleneck replied, hitting his chest deliberately. The situation was so absurd that he was left speechless. What…

‘The food this guy ate, it was… Black Bass’s rifle!’

Bottleneck rushed towards Leeha dancing, and grabbed his hand, dancing excitedly.

“Thank you, my lord! This was it! The missing piece we needed was that! I now have the qualification to follow my ancestors’ footsteps!”

“Ugh! Why are you so excited! Stop jumping around! My rifle is missing!”

“Yes, I know! But don’t worry, don’t worry!”

Bottleneck stopped dancing abruptly, smiling gleefully. Leeha shook his head as even the other dwarves around Bottleneck looked at their boss, questioning his sanity. A dwarf who couldn’t control his emotions, stared at Leeha seriously.

“I will sacrifice my life to provide assistance as needed, my lord.”

His voice was solemn, committing his life to Bottleneck’s cause. And to reciprocate that, he made an effort.

“No, so my rifle went missing, and you want to upgrade Black Bass instead!?”

Bottleneck had been running around frantically for a while, then he abruptly led Leeha outside the blacksmith’s shop, saying he had sothing to try out.

“Wait a mont! That’s my item! You have to return it even if I entrusted it to you!”

“Wait, that’s not important right now! Co back in a few days! I’ll have it ready by then! Here’s a rifle! Seems like my lord doesn’t understand what I’m saying!”

“No, because Bottleneck here doesn’t understand a word I say -!”

Baaang!

The door to the blacksmith’s workshop slamd shut.

“But this is my city….”

Being thrown out by a tenant upon the city lord’s arrival in the city! To add insult to injury, being stripped (?) of weapons by that very tenant left Leeha feeling nothing but unjustly treated.

“Sigh… Am I really going to miss the chance to upgrade Black Bass?”

Leeha sat dejectedly in front of the blacksmith’s workshop door. When will I have the chance to touch a legendary rifle again? Will such an opportunity even present itself?

“Am I destined to stick with Black Bass until the end? Seriously, did he have to ‘crack’ like that? Are you kidding !”

Anger surged through Leeha as he gripped the rifle. Crackling over a rifle subject?

Then, out of curiosity, Leeha wondered, “Wait a minute. If it’s ‘truly alive’ enough to require food…”

Moreover, Jellypong didn’t require food. The only creature Leeha had seen that needed food was a Koma. Koma ate bits of Leeha’s cooking and only witnessed it eating.

“Does that an it can be awakened? Transform into sothing like Jellypong, capable of communication…. Could this be a clue for a quest?”

Suddenly, one possibility crossed Leeha’s mind. The sealing quest of Black Bass.

“What happens if all the seals are released? Does it transform into a different form?”

If unlocking the sixth and seventh quests not only grants two additional skills but transforms Black Bass upon acquiring all seven skills?

In a fleeting mont of bright anticipation in Leeha’s eyes, the spark vanished.

“Well, it’s just a ntal victory… A 5,000 ter snipe shot is sothing I have to practice sohow, targeting monsters above level 300, but where can I find them. Maybe in the far eastern part of the new continent? No, more importantly, I can’t even use a 5,000 ter snipe shot now.”

『Black Bass’s Seal-6』

Objective: Catch a level 300 or higher monster from a distance of 5,000 ters or more (0/1)

“Sigh, in the end, it ans I can’t obsess over the quest right away. So, I have to face either Igor or Faust in my current state… That’s challenging. There’s only one thing left to do then.”

Leeha pulled out a teleport scroll. He would have to inquire from Bottleneck about the state of Black Bass and that too in a few days.

With no weapon at hand, what could Leeha, now defenseless, do?

“I can’t end it like this. How can I let this opportunity slip away like that!”

And then, he activated the teleport scroll.

Swooosh…!

He found himself back in the cabin of the White Reaper. Leeha’s thoughts had changed just like when he first arrived here.

“Surely the White Reaper must have so achievents. He wouldn’t have brought soone all the way here who even had to resort to using the White Plague Potion, only to give them a rifle just like that. Middle Earth wouldn’t be so sloppy.”

After tossing the keyword “synthesis” at the back of his mind, Leeha nonchalantly dismissed it. If that wass the case, there must be sothing to see. Considering Middle Earth’s actions so far, there must be sothing here without a doubt.

Sothing very important that he hadn’t discovered yet!

He couldn’t shake off the thought that through the massive “bait” of the White Reaper’s legend, there must be sothing within the Secret Cabin that Middle Earth was hiding.

It was a sort of intuition or insight that only soone who had been deceived by Middle Earth countless tis could possess.

Shaaaah!

As Leeha searched for the White Reaper’s journal and his information, a faint white light briefly appeared behind him before vanishing, but he didn’t feel it at all.

It looked like a pair of wings.

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“Bring it out.”

Ram Hwajung nodded her head. With her wand in her right hand and her left hand supporting it, she raised it as if in a proper casting stance, her expression more serious than ever.

“The Abyss is…”

“Dark.”

Paaaaah-…

Mana particles were gathering around her wand. They weren’t the usual sky-blue particles. In between the blue ones were hidden black particles. Arzenmacht studied them intently before speaking again.

“Only for assistance?”

The mana storm grew faster and stronger. Ram Hwajung couldn’t even properly open her mouth. Her arms, as unsteady as a broken reed, struggled to even hold the wand, her whole body trembling.

“Anywhere you want?”

Arzenmacht asked once more. Ram Hwajung looked at him standing opposite her.

As the mana storm whipped her blue hair in all directions, she finally managed to speak.

“No, also cold.”

Poooooof——-!

At that mont, all the mana particles around Ram Hwajung’s wand that had been gathering suddenly turned green.

Arzenmacht raised his voice.

“Use it!”

“『Ice of the Abyss Night: Lump』”

Whoosh!

In the midst of the ice abyss that gathered at the tip of Ram Hwajung’s wand, a quest window appeared before her as the ice manifested. It had been a full eight days since she descended from the Altamont Mountains to arrive at today.

Ram Hwajung finally achieved the feat of not logging out even for just one day, reaching it only today.

“Yoyeo~ Ppyeo~ Uuuuunniiiiiiii!”

At that mont, thinking of the two people she missed the most, Ram Hwajung collapsed backwards. Just as she was about to fall flat on the ice-made floor of Arzenmacht’s Lair, Arzenmacht instinctively held her head and waist, preventing her from crashing down. Watching her faint and crumble, Arzenmacht displayed a subtle smile, a smile that no dragon, including Blaugrunn, had ever seen.

Shortly after, Ram Hwajung’s physical form vanished into thin air, forced to log out due to accumulated fatigue. Arzenmacht, unfazed, gazed at the space where Ram Hwajung disappeared as if sensing her energy fading from his embrace.

Without hesitation, he used teleportation. Monts later, Arzenmacht appeared in the Lair of Blaugrunn.

“Woah, Arzenmacht-nim?”

“Blaugrunn, greetings.”

“What’s with the sudden visit? Wait a mont, I’ll call Leeha-”

“No need.”

“What?”

As Blaugrunn was about to call for Leeha, he stopped abruptly. Arzenmacht stood before him, pouring out what he wanted to say as if frustrated by the lack of soone to converse with, yet only a few words escaped his lips.

“What do you an by that?”

“That’s all, so then.”

“Wait-”

Whoosh!

Arzenmacht vanished on the spot. Blaugrunn, frozen in her posture without sitting or standing, without reading a book or listening to a story, watched him disappear with a strange sense of indescribable feeling.

In Middle Earth, at least one user must be present for important matters to progress. Without needing to explain, Arzenmacht’s words were indirectly relayed to Leeha through Blaugrunn.

Blaugunn: Leeha-nim?

Leeha: Oh, Blaugrunn-ssi. What is it?

Blaugrunn: Just now, Arzenmacht visited and then left.

Leeha: That gentleman? What did he say?