My Gun Can Pierce Through Hunter Story Clichés!

The white pigs howled loudly as if rejoicing.
They seemed to be seeking revenge for all they had endured.
The result of their vengeance would, of course, be the death of the humans before them.

“No, no…! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die…!!”
“That’s why I told you we should buy more bullets!”
“You agreed when I said we should buy just a few to test them! Why are you only blaming me!
Besides, how could I have known this would happen, you son of a bitch!”
“Both of you shut up and look ahead. If you don’t want to die.”
“Death is staring us in the face and you expect us to shut up? Did you shove udon noodles in your brain?
What’s going to change in this situation that you’re putting on a cool act?”
“Right! You bought the fewest bullets, so what gives you the right to act all high and mighty!”
“That’s not what’s important right now…”

The Taoist, extremely agitated, cursed everything in sight.
She was gradually losing her sanity.
The warrior was busy blaming others, and the rogue, caught between the two, was getting the worst of it.

This was one of the various responses of a party facing imminent death.

Taking advantage of this confusion.
Several white pigs finally charged toward the Taoist.

“Ugh…!”

Just as she tightly shut her eyes.
She heard gunshots that shouldn’t have been possible.

Bang! Bang!

“Kwee-eeeek!”

At the sound of the white pig’s agonized cry, the Taoist opened her tightly shut eyes.
Then.
Three or four more bullets sliced through the air in front of her.
The sharp pressure lifted her bangs, and the sound of pig squealing pierced her left ear.
Looking to the left, she saw the white pig that had charged at her bleeding to death.

Watching this scene, Han-wol thought:

‘This gun is really crappy. I tried changing weapons once, but this won’t do.’

If it were a Rare grade, maybe, but Han-wol didn’t yet plan to show his Unique magic handgun to others.
He didn’t want people snooping around him.

Han-wol tossed the Normal magic handgun behind him with a swish.
The two handguns, enveloped in a blue grid, soon disappeared into his inventory.

Then he immediately took out something else from his inventory.

What Han-wol held in both hands were none other than magic stones.

‘I’ll discard everything unnecessary.’

He turned his palms away, hiding the magic stones from the players.
Then he began synthesis.

‘Nothing complicated. Only one attribute to imbue.’

In just a few seconds, he channeled the code into magic power and poured it into the magic stones.
The magic stones in both hands were soon covered in pure white, transforming anew.

They were swords.

But they had no style.
No patterns or designs.
No consistent shape or form.
They lacked the proper form that a sword should have.
Nevertheless, what Han-wol was holding was.

Clearly a sword.

[Using the skill ‘Material Conversion’ to synthesize #$~@^?.]
[…………]
[Using the skill ‘Material Conversion’ to synthesize the concept of ‘Cutting’.]

[Title ‘First to Synthesize a Concept’ acquired.]
[Experience points increased.]
[Level up.]
[Currently 1-Star S-Rank.]
[Awakening quest generated!]

Swoosh.

As Han-wol swept forward in a circle, a blood wind raged behind him.
Pitter-patter.

Blood droplets from instantly killed white pigs hit the ground and splashed onto the Taoist’s face.

The scene before her was reflected in her pupils.
On the bumpy canvas made of white pigs.
A man was painting a picture with blood.

When the man swung his hands, red lines were brushed in the air.
Once, twice, three times, and then four.
By the fifth time she looked at him, she realized one thing.

There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation in the man’s movements.

As if he had anticipated all the movements around him.

The man continued to swim through the blood droplets.

Sixth, seventh, eighth.
And when it reached the ninth, the man shouted to the Taoist:

“Don’t let them escape!”
“W-what?”

As soon as he completed the tenth.
The man threw the pure white daggers in both hands toward the Taoist who was sitting there in a daze.

Thwack!

She didn’t understand what had happened and looked left and right alternately.
Two white pigs that were about to pounce on her were sprawled on the ground with their necks pierced.
The pure white daggers quickly turned into black ash.

“I said don’t let them escape!”

At the man’s second shout, the Taoist snapped to attention.
Looking around, she saw white pigs frantically trying to escape as if terrified.
She had no idea why they were acting like that, but she decided to do as the man instructed.

“Ji-chuk-ya-ji-gi-jeok-wan(地祝也地氣敵緩) As I pray to the earth, let the earth’s energy slow down the enemy, Slow!”

As the Taoist chanted the spell, brown energy from the ground enveloped several pigs that were trying to escape.
But with her level at only 2-Star, she couldn’t hold all the monsters.

Anyway, Han-wol focused on the slowed ones and fired the Normal magic handgun he had just taken out.
Unlike the Unique magic handgun, it took at least five shots to kill.

‘Damn. This is too slow.’

He wanted to take out the Unique magic handgun right away, but he couldn’t because there were players around.

‘I can’t let them know I’m the creator of that gun.’

Since what he was using now was also sold at the vigilante office, he had plenty of excuses.
He could also brush off the “synthesis” he had just shown as a skill.
Which it actually was.

When the monsters moved out of range, Han-wol stopped firing.
Giving up the chase, he put the magic handgun back into his inventory.

Han-wol turned around and extended his hand to the woman sitting there.

“Are you okay?”

Although the action itself was kind, clicking his tongue and his furrowed brow created a mismatch.
He was clearly dissatisfied that the woman couldn’t hold all the monsters.

‘Tsk. If you’re a Taoist, you should use skills like Bind or Confusion. You’re not being helpful.’

However, despite Han-wol’s rudeness, the Taoist’s reaction was somewhat unexpected.
It was even strange.
She blushed profusely as if she had met a prince and took Han-wol’s hand.

“Ah, yes. Thanks to you… th-thank you.”

The Taoist responded very modestly, as if she were a different person.
But Han-wol hadn’t forgotten.
How she had cursed at her teammates.

‘Even I’ve never heard the curse “son of a bitch” before.’

Han-wol decided to call the woman in front of him “the cursing grandma” from now on.
Of course, he probably wouldn’t meet her again anyway.

x x x

After treating the injured warrior and rogue, the Taoist shyly asked:

“You’re incredibly strong. I was amazed.”
“Well, more or less.”
“For white pigs to run away as soon as they see you… you must be really high level? At least 4-Star?”
“Something like that.”
“I knew it…”

‘I’m still 1-Star though.’

But since he didn’t want the conversation to get tangled, he let her misunderstand.

“But why would someone as strong as you be in such a humble place…?”
“Ah, well.”

Han-wol brought out a story he had prepared in advance.
He said he came to test the effect of a strange new item being sold at the vigilante office.
Since it was a 2-Star weapon being sold, he came to a 2-Star hunting ground.
With Han-wol’s plausible explanation, the Taoist and the other men easily accepted it.

Of course, the weapon here referred to the magic handgun.

“But do you think this weapon is good? I can’t really tell.”

Then Han-wol casually pretended not to know and asked about the magic handgun.
Hearing this, all three of them opened their eyes wide and denied it.

“What? This isn’t good? That’s impossible!”

The Taoist strongly disagreed.

“If it weren’t for this, all three of us would have died, you know?
You probably think it’s not that great because you’re so strong.”
“As Chae-won said, without this, we would already be dead. It’s truly an amazing weapon.
Of course, since it’s a 2-Star weapon, it probably won’t work against high-level monsters.”

The Taoist and rogue praised the magic handgun profusely.
Then the Taoist began to ask various other questions.

Han-wol answered appropriately according to the manual in his head, while the warrior next to him looked at Han-wol with displeasure.
He was probably jealous that the Taoist, whom he had feelings for, was showing interest in Han-wol.

“Actually, if we just had enough bullets, we could have handled it ourselves.”
“Hey!”

When the warrior grumbled in displeasure, the Taoist strongly reprimanded him.

“What, it’s true.”
“How can you talk like that to someone who helped us? Are you crazy? Can’t you tell shit from piss?”

The two bickered, and it quickly escalated into an argument.
The rogue tried to intervene and calm them down, but they weren’t easily pacified.

Han-wol, regardless of their behavior, was lost in his own thoughts.

‘Seeing them hunt here, they’re probably 2-Star players. But they still say it’s incredibly good.
If 1-Star players tried it, they’d go absolutely crazy.’

The magic handguns Han-wol made were all 2-Star weapons, but due to the special effect, even 1-Star players could equip them.
Since they were also usable by all professions, their power would be tremendous.