Becoming an Academy Cowboy

A Taste of the End (3)

The bizarre pile of fat that used to be a zombie is now a pile of muscle loss.

The gigantic chest, once the size of Ronnie Coleman’s pectoralis major, has become so thin that the Under Armor enforcement team can grab it.

Those attached to its chest were shot down while moving to the articulated drive, and only a few succeeded in moving the joint again.

“Joint again! Aim for the joints and shoot!”

I give the order, raise the shotgun again and close the joint.

I can feel the incendiary bombs slowly falling off, but I don’t have the energy to make more. In order to prepare for the final blow, you must reserve your magic power.

When bullets are fired at the joints, it melts and the large body collapses as if it was hit with a lot of low kicks.

In order to move the joints, the zombies in the chest become thinner.

And now is the perfect chance to cut off the power unit.

When the zombie that covered the power unit fell, the power unit was dyed red as if revealing its weakness.

“Just keep it this way!”

Zombies on the way up are roughly swept away with a shotgun.

Each time the shotgun fires, it pierces through walls and zombies.

When I went up to the three-story building, there were only ten zombies with hardened chests that were thin like water striders.

If you aim and fire a shell shock, every single shot you shoot, the things in your chest fall off one by one.

More zombies are running around me, but the three recklessly follow my orders to prevent zombies from sticking to the drive unit.

The zombies fell off like scabs that were forcibly removed, and beneath them, the moving parts panting like a red heart are revealed.

I look at it carefully through the eyes of an eagle.

[Make Perfect Ammo]

– You have observed an iron power unit and can craft the perfect ammunition against him. Do you want to manufacture? Y/N

Of course, my choice is yes.

30 armor-piercing ammo made by investing all the remaining mana

“Jackpot.”

After reloading, he jumps to the power unit and fires a rifle.

Perhaps it was the effect of his quick hand movements, he emptied one magazine before landing on the power unit.

[great. That’s the attitude!]

Even Anistine was excited by my actions, and shouted over and over again.

and the last blow. Zero-distance revolver panning!

I roll once to avoid the zombies that are trying to bite me and reload the bullets.

When you pour it out once more, the driving part bleeds out like the last breath of your life, and you can’t get up again.

[Clear cupcake level apocalypse! You will be given the privilege of clearing the dungeon for the first time.]

-You impress a cupcake-level apocalypse official. He will report this to the academy.

-Your actions are reported to the instructors. They change your image with them!

– Special skill points granted!

“what. Was it originally this easy to catch? When I came here, I had never even caught one…”

The furry said with a disappointed expression.

“Don’t try when I’m not there. Because the number of people who can deal that much damage to a single target won’t come here.”

I’m here to practice gun handling, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get my fair share.

In the case of ordinary people, they make money by clearing the dungeon and using the leftover by-products.

Refining by-products to make weapons and becoming stronger is a cliché in this industry.

And in the process of sharing this by-product, the guy with the loudest voice is the guy who has always done a lot.

I cough in front of hard-earned looters.

“Great.”

By-products from zombies are often used in biotechnology research.

After the death of the dummy in charge of the hive mind, the zombies that have died intact are sold as cadavers after undergoing a sterilization process.

The goods earned by Guardians and Hunters are now inseparable from society. In this society, you can no longer imagine life before the gate.

“ruler. Now let’s divide by performance. If there is a by-product dealer you know, please call. He’ll distribute some more. Everyone please tell me how much you will eat. Naturally, the boss by-products will be taken by me for refining.”

From the furry uncle, he opens his mouth.

“I’m conscientious, so I’ll only eat 20 percent. And there are dealers I know.”

“I need 20 percent too!”

At least these guys are conscientious.

“Then I’ll take 50 percent. 50 percent excluding boss drops.”

You might say it’s an idiot, but it’s self-evident that at least I played the biggest part in this party.

I made a plan, led a horde of zombies to annihilate them, and I did more than half of the boss-related attacks.

“And if you were on an earl when hunting, eat only 10%. Don’t be dissatisfied. That’s why I hit you so generously.”

It’s like throwing a review on someone who has lost everything, but he’s hard to refuse.

He makes an expression asking where he got it.

You must have never received a boss clear reward up to this point anyway.

Even though I ate less weight than usual, I eliminated the boss in less than half a day, a dungeon that would normally take two days.

From their point of view, there would be no complaints, since they earned enough money to turn their eyes around.

A furry uncle calls a vendor he knows to buy by-products.

I give him another 2%.

The vendor gives a fairly generous price because it has been a long time since a boss-related by-product has been released.

“That’s why people say that once they taste the Hunter, they can’t get out of it again. chuckle Be sure to come back later!”

The hairy boy who held a lot of money in his hand after a long time laughed happily.

The only people who couldn’t laugh even though they made money were the wizards who made a mistake and only ate 10% of them.

Now I have to find someone to smelt this.

I need an operator to analyze my fights, and a craftsman to process the loot I get.

You’ll need to look for it in the academy. It should have skills like a craftsman, but not have the strictness or beggar-like personality characteristic of a craftsman.

There is a guy who fits perfectly among the characters.

I didn’t have a chance to show my abilities because no one believed me, but once trust me, there is one person who works more like a slave than anyone else.

Giving such a person a chance is also my duty as someone who knows the future.

After returning to the Fallen Hope, get back in shape according to your daily routine. Anistine floating around me licks her tongue as she sees it.

[Do you go out from dawn like that, work hard, and then exercise again? Toxic, poisonous.]

“You can’t stop doing what you should be doing. even if you are tired If you take a day off, that routine shouldn’t be broken. Tomorrow, you will definitely want to rest even more.”

[He is a man of will.]

“Who told you not to act because the evil is small, and not to be unhappy because the good is small? Idleness is also a small evil.”

When I work as if I had rented out the training ground, the back of my head tickles.

Is anyone watching?

She is a woman with neat black hair and wearing a school sweatshirt.

I thought it would be hard to see because it was far away, but the eagle’s eyes seem to correct the eyesight.

She was doing pull-ups in front of the cameraman, perhaps even filming a workout vlog.

Meanwhile, the smile of capitalism is not lost at all.

The rider this time is Yoojung Shin. Excluding myself, the most users of the training room.

A guardian of the future who goes up to EX level even if I don’t touch it.

It’s one of the reasons why I bother training every day.

My own reinforcement is the number one priority, but my friend is the second priority.

I jumped up again and muttered push-ups.

“Shin Yoo-jeong is a human being. She also feels tired and tired of the weight of the title, Guardian of the Future, approaching as if pressing on her shoulder. The numerous broadcasts and interests allocated by the agency is a great fatigue for her.

However, she saw Rahobin, a beom-jae, train every day and get things done. And I felt comforted by it and squeezed myself.

The reason Shin Yoo-jeong was able to survive until she died is probably because she realized that there is no limit to human mental power while watching Rahobin.”

[Interpretation is correct! Comprehension will increase by 40.]

Even though the story was brief, my understanding improved quite a bit.

It may be that Shin Yoo-jung is a simple person.

A person who becomes the guardian of the future by himself even if he does not take care of everything from one to ten like everyone else.

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Just by doing my workout, she becomes the guardian of the future.

If all the characters were half his size, it wouldn’t have been this much work.

[Do you like him?]

“Uh-huh. Where I work, I don’t show my personal feelings. He is a precious person who will be the protector of mankind, and I am just a thousand things.”

[Anyway, you are working hard because of him.]

“What could you say?”

[She looks pretty, but she lacks a lot. Is it a racial limit?]

She naturally folds her arms.

As the great Rocky Mountains rise once more, I reply nervously.

“Take a breath, no, don’t be racist. this villain Let go of the stereotype that Asians are poor. Do you still hear those words when you look at the outlines of my Empire State Building?”

[Si… it’s noisy! I don’t know what the Empire is, but I don’t want to see yours again. So, move quickly to the Two Room!]

As if to evoke the atmosphere, she makes a fan with her hands and turns the horse.

[How long are you going? i’m drunk Hurry up and set the table for drinks. Are you going to humiliate the teacher who taught me so much today?]

As Anistine presses the crown of my head over my head and says, I can’t stand it.

“Wow. Okay. Sensei. come in I’ll take a shower first, so please wait on the cradle for a moment.”

Take a shower and wipe the cloudy mirror.

handsome. He was so handsome that it was interesting to see it again and again.

There is a reason why men’s boos are especially loud among people’s boos.

When you hide in anonymity and curse someone who is better than you, you can hit them harder, but when you have the chance, when will you do it?

I am a heretic and a prophet in this academy. Well, the Prophet hasn’t debuted yet.

It is also mentioned in the Bible. Prophet is not welcome in Nawabari or something.

If I ever show my powers one more time, I’ll be booing again.

Probably, I will have to listen to about 200 out of 1000 people to show them my true nature.

on the way home. I stopped by a large outlet and bought something.

A whiskey that Anistine will like from breakfast.

And above all else, I bought small tools and food to help me have with me when solving the case tomorrow.

“I saved 3/4 of my hard-earned money today and bought ammunition, groceries and consumables for a week with the rest, so I’m empty again.”

[I made a lot of money, so let’s use it with a happy heart.]

“I earned my money, so why don’t you… Uh-huh, let’s not talk.”

She follows me around like that and pokes me in the side, looking intently at a store.

[Disciple. Disciple.]

“Your master.”

[The clothes are getting old, but please donate one of those clothes over there.]

There is a sky blue dress.

“You don’t like the clothes you’re wearing now?”

She whirled around in the air and answered.

[I mean, there are times when I want to dress comfortably too. Tired of wearing the same clothes every day. I mean, I want to dress like the kids in the city.]

I picked up my clothes. And looking at the price tag, he grunted once more and put it down again.

“Anistine, I’m sorry, but buying this is a minus. You have to replenish ammunition, you have to pay the cost of remodeling the gun, and you have to pay tuition… I’ll buy it the next time I run the dungeon. I have a lot of money to go out right now, so I can’t afford to buy it.”

Feeling like taking candy from my daughter, I put down the dress. She quickly recognized that I was in debt.

[What. I can’t help it. I can’t take Coolie’s daily lunch. When is the next dungeon?]

“Three days later. First of all, there are some things I need to do. I’m not going out with a gun tomorrow, so I’m resting in my room. I don’t think I need to call you.”

[Tell me how to turn on the box where the video appears!]

Of course it would be.

Tomorrow is the day of the ‘that’ in the Fallenhof tradition. There are a lot of guys out there who need help.

I brought my weary body back to my sweet room.

Still, I bowed down to whiskey with the heart of living.