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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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Firearms were effective against hordes of weak enemies. Melee weapons were effective against single strong enemies. That was the basic rule.
But what did that mean? Actually, it was pretty clear. This was reality, or rather, it was a game that became reality. For example, a melee attack dealt 100 damage per swing. If there were 10 weak enemies, each with 10 health points, you would need to deal 100 damage ten times. Highly inefficient.
But what if you had a ranged weapon that could fire 10 bullets of 10 damage each? You could kill all ten with the same effort it took to kill just one with a melee weapon. Therefore, when grinding, firearms were the most efficient option.
‘But if I don’t improve my melee skills…’
You couldn’t always fight weak enemies. There would be enemies that could deflect bullets. He would eventually unlock anti-materiel rifles and rocket launchers for those guys, but they were expensive to use and difficult to handle. In contrast, melee weapons didn’t cost anything. He could enhance their power with holy magic and skills. And since it involved physical movements, it wasn’t as taxing on his body. The skill activation time was also faster.
So, he had no choice but to—
*Slash!*
“Haa…”
He shook the blood from his hand and took a breath. It was less efficient, but it was necessary to level up his melee skills. He used his submachine gun or his time acceleration ability to escape danger if it became too much. He was more tired than when using his guns, but his increased skill level was rewarding.
‘I’ll use the skill points later.’
He would become a one-man army someday. He’d occasionally use his time abilities for practice, and he would feel almost omnipotent, although he wasn’t.
“Payment complete. The funds will be transferred to your academy account.”
“Thanks.”
I finished grinding and got paid at the camp. The profits were slightly lower than when he’d just used his gun, but that was fine. He was grinding his melee skills.
‘Look at how much my skill is leveling up.’
His skills were rapidly improving. His stats were increasing too. With Ur-noona’s buff on top, he was truly growing rapidly.
“I’m back~”
“…”
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Ur-noona looked at him strangely, like she was both amazed and dissatisfied.
“Do you… want to fight?”
“Huh?”
She asked if he wanted to fight. Seriously?
“If I could, I’d quit.”
He would have stopped grinding and spent his life in her arms. He was a modern man, and his swordplay was just a way to make a living.
“But if I quit now, I wouldn’t be able to resist if someone attacked me.”
“I’ll protect you!”
“…”
“I’ll always protect Chrono!”
She looked at him and held his hand.
“So… Chrono, do you want to run away with me?”
“To where?”
“To my place. My sisters will protect you!”
“…”
Tempting. He felt weak. And he got a notification.
“…Huh.”
This was too much. The missions were too lazy. He hadn’t even gotten a reward. It was like Chronos was saying, “Why should I reward you for doing what you’re supposed to do?”
“This feels like a mission…”
“Can you feel it?”
“I’m a goddess. Did I not mention that?”
“I know. I know you can give me buffs.”
“That’s my Chrono! Smart as ever! ♪ So, if you want to, I, the goddess, can save you.”
“…From what?”
“From everything that oppresses you.”
“Even the gods?”
“God…?”
Her brow furrowed at the mention of a god. She looked at me and said,
“…Can you tell me which god? If it’s not one of the top 12, I might be able to help!”
“It’s Chronos.”
“…”
She was speechless. Did she not hear me?
“I’m Chronos’s Apostle.”
“…Even now?”
“He’s watching.”
“…”
She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.
“…Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.”
She lowered her head. She had no choice. She couldn’t oppose a god who was superior to the top 12. She was like the descendant of a small business owner bowing before a second-generation CEO of a chaebol.
“Please don’t tell anyone. It’ll cause problems.”
“I won’t… How could I?”
She could get stuck in a time loop if she revealed his identity. Ur-noona trembled and buried her face in my chest.
“Ha… I thought I could just take you away. But to think the opponent was… You’re going through a lot. You’re a chosen warrior, destined for greatness. It’s a curse for someone so creative and talented to be a warrior.”
“Ugh…”
Words of comfort, a comforting hand. What was I supposed to do? She caressed my chest and squeezed me tightly. She whispered,
“It’s okay. Just rest in my arms. Let me take away your pain.”
“Huh… haaa…?”
She went under his shirt. A warm hand, comforting him as it caressed his chest.
“Everything is fine. Just leave it to me.”
“Ah…!”
He was being caressed by a seasoned woman with large breasts. She also had a lot of money, connections, and power. ‘If this continues…’ This was the best. He’d get married to her!
Meanwhile, in NTR Academy—
Chrono: 212 points
Record: [Cave Ant Extermination] x20… [Cave Soldier Ant Extermination] x6
“…What is that guy doing?”
Mars was losing her mind. She knew he’d do something crazy, but this was beyond belief. It was mass murder. The birth of a Cave Ant Slayer. ‘If I stay still…’
No. She had to do something. If she waited for Chrono, he might slip away. ‘I need real-world experience.’ More than anything, more experience.
“….I…”
Minerva also felt that. She had been too passive earlier. She remembered scolding Chrono. She was in no position to give anyone advice. Her party was falling apart, and her scores were worse than ever. It might be better to solo. ‘…But solo is dangerous.’
She had learned that from the goblin dungeon. Women didn’t just die. She’d almost been raped. She couldn’t forget that feeling of helplessness.
“…Then I need a party.”
Who should she party with? She pondered it.
“…Chrono…”
Juno was also pondering. She applauded him silently. When he came back, she would tell him and congratulate him.
That was what she was thinking while Ther—
“…Damn.”
Things were worse than he thought. Chrono was truly timeless. He didn’t have concrete evidence, but his regression had taught him how to find it. But he was still powerless. No matter how much information he gathered, he couldn’t change the outcome.
“Juno.”
The most efficient way to improve was through practical experience.
“Let’s party together.”
“…Suddenly?”
As usual, practical experience was key.
Chrono’s wedding will be grand; I am looking forward to it.