Ruins Battle

I wandered around wearing a rusty iron sword, but I couldn’t find anyone else besides me.

Is the map too big? It seemed like there were too few people for a game with 100 participants.

Instead of encountering people, I was able to farm quite a few items.

Leather armor with higher defense than the clothes I was wearing, and bandage items that restore health, etc.

I was disappointed that I couldn’t take any more items because the number of items I could basically carry was full.

“Hmm…”

Kill logs were constantly popping up in the upper right corner as if a fight had already started, but there was still no one around me.

Sitting blankly in the ruined ruins, I feel like I’m alone in a ruined world.

As if set against the backdrop of a time when traces of people began to slowly disappear, the surroundings are full of collapsed buildings.

Moss and vines that grew through the cracks wrapped around the pure white bricks, and broken ceramic bowls were scattered along the roadside.

Tadadak-

At that moment, my sensitive hearing picked up the sound of something moving.

A fairly light and agile footstep.

The two sounds were heard repeatedly and consistently, so it was clear that it was a person’s footsteps.

I finally met someone.

Another user besides me.

I swallowed hard and lowered my stance.

The footsteps that had been circling around were slowly moving away.

Judging by the fact that they’re not approaching me, they probably have no idea that I’m here.

I walked slowly along the wall, muffling my breathing and footsteps.

The opponent’s busy footsteps were frantically wandering around without a specific goal, as if they were thinking of farming items.

Sabak sabak-

Jeobeok jeobeok-

Tadadadak-

Footsteps repeating walking and running.

I tracked the sound and carefully peeked my head out from behind the stone wall.

At that moment, I was able to spot a man rummaging through the stone floor between the half-collapsed buildings.

He’s not tall. Slightly over 170cm, he had a very slender and thin body.

A good body for moving lightly.

The moment I spotted the opponent, the battle had already begun.

The boredom I had been feeling until just now disappears.

A faint sadism rooted within me surges as if wriggling.

A moderate amount of tension helps in a fight.

The muscles in my arms and legs tense up, and my heart pounds, increasing my excitement.

Unlike my body, which is excited, my head is calm.

Tadak-!

The moment the opponent bends over greatly to farm an item is the opportunity.

I quickly jumped over the stone wall and started running towards the opponent.

As light footsteps echoed, tadadak-, the man was startled and stood up from his spot.

But it was already too late.

My body had arrived right in front of him, and the sword in my hand was being swung at his neck.

The sword is covered in rust, but the blade is still sharp.

It was an absurd sound, but it must be a game-like allowance.

Shwaaaak-!

A greatly swung slash.

The opponent took my attack with their bare body, doing nothing, ridiculously.

Chwaaaak-!

The sensation of the sword catching on something is clear.

It went in properly.

The sword that dug into the neck popped out as if tearing flesh, raising red blood.

But the movement didn’t end there.

The opponent’s posture is broken.

Since there’s no room to counterattack, I prepare a large attack.

At the same time as recovering the attacking posture, I shift the force concentrated on the left to the right.

An attack that forcibly changes the trajectory of the sword.

The rusty iron sword that tore through the opponent’s neck bent in a strange direction and cut through the opponent’s upper body as it was.

Chwaaaak-!

With the second attack that connected definitively, the opponent fell without even screaming.

1 kill! yeon111 → SweetPotatoAndPotato

I checked the kill log that appeared in the upper right corner.

The opponent met a certain death.

The man became a cold corpse.

Looking down at the corpse, I began to rummage through the corpse’s pockets.

In battle royale games, it’s basic to farm the items of the opponent you killed.

I took the opponent’s bag and wore it on my back as it was.

Since I didn’t have a bag anyway, I was going to use the opponent’s items as they were.

Inside the bag were full of health recovery potions, bandages, and trap installation traps.

There were also several pieces of armor, but most of them were useless items.

I took off the clothes the man was wearing.

This is because the defense of the clothes he was wearing was quite high.

[Deer Leather Jacket]

Durability 78/100

Defense+2

Agility+1

[Bear Leather Leggings]

Durability 88/100

Defense+2

Strength+1

[Ruins Sandals]

Durability 90/100

Movement Speed+5%

I can feel a firmness that can’t even be compared to the old leather clothes I was wearing.

The matte leather that covers my soft thighs is quite reassuring.

The last thing was to replace the weapon.

[Iron Dagger]

Attack Power+1

Agility+1

[Iron Dagger]

Attack Power+1

Agility+1

Dual daggers.

They were swords attached to the man’s waist, one on each side.

I looked down at the rusty iron sword and pondered.

Dual swords.

It’s like a symbol of losers.

But if you look at the performance of the item alone, it was the right decision to take these dual daggers.

The deliberation wasn’t long.

I’m the type of person who prioritizes performance over jinxes.

Those who lost with dual swords must have lacked skill.

I nodded at my own thoughts and quickly left the spot.

In battle royale games, the area that users can roam is limited as time passes.

The same goes for VRS’s battle royale mode.

[Water is slowly starting to rise.]

Along with the message that faintly appeared in front of my eyes, a portion of the ruins that could be seen on the mini-map began to be dyed blue.

It seems that the ruins will be submerged in water as time passes.

I looked around and started moving towards a higher elevation.

While running at such a fast pace

With a chak- sound, something soared up from under my feet.

Solid iron thorns.

The leather sandals I was wearing were pierced, and my instep was pierced as it was.

I’m more worried about the reduced health than the stinging pain.

If it’s not a naturally respawned trap, then a user hiding here must have set the trap.

I looked around and quickly left the spot.

But because there are holes in both feet, I can’t pick up speed easily.

It seems that the penalty of reduced movement speed will continue to follow me until I treat the wound.

“Hoo…”

Even the footprints with blood on them were continuing on the floor.

It’s a really troublesome situation.

I hurriedly entered a small building in the corner.

It was a building filled with the smell of rotten soil and musty mold.

I sat down on the floor of the building and took off my sandals.

The durability of the sandals is already in tatters.

I threw the sandals into the corner, then took out a bandage and potion from my bag.

There was a hideous hole in my small and pretty foot.

If my mom saw this scene, she would have shed tears.

I bit my lip and started treating the wound.

I pour potion on the hole in my foot and wrap a bandage over it.

After completing the treatment on both sides, I wiggle my small, pure white, soft soles.

The dulled senses are slowly recovering.

The health that had dropped is also recovering quickly, so if I just take a proper rest, I’ll be able to move again.

It was then.

A faint footstep was heard not far from here.

Sabak- sabak- sabak-

A very slow and careful approach.

A sound I wouldn’t have heard if I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.

The one who set the trap. It was clear that the enemy who was aiming for my life was approaching.

I drew the dual daggers hanging from my waist.

The sharp blade scatters a subtle blue light.

Sabak- sabak-

The faint footsteps are becoming clearer.

It meant that the opponent was getting closer to me.

I closed my eyes and recalled the surrounding terrain I had seen before entering this building.

The road leading out of the building and the stone wall connected to the opposite side.

Beyond the wall, the trap I had stepped on was set up.

Sabak- sabak- sabak-

Judging by the sound, the opponent was now lingering near the wall across the road.

Close enough to touch if you fall over.

A distance where you can enter this building in 2 seconds if you decide to rush in.

But the opponent was cautious.

They weren’t moving as if they were checking my condition while holding their breath.

I continue the confrontation with the unidentified target while holding my breath.

It’s quite thrilling because it’s a situation I’ve never experienced in Deron.

I raised the corners of my lips.

If you don’t come, I’ll go.

I put the bag I was carrying on my back down on the floor.

This is because it was necessary to minimize the weight in order to move quickly.

I calm my breath and hold my breath.

I recall the surrounding terrain in my head and think about the optimal entry route.

Run, jump, and stab.

The plan was perfect.

Tadadak-!

The moment I kicked off the ground, small footsteps echoed all around.

Because I wasn’t wearing shoes, a cold chill rose through the soles of my feet.

The moment I ran out of the building entrance, I could hear the enemy’s sound.

The place where the trap was set up.

The opponent is hiding under that wall.

I kicked off the ground and jumped up without hesitation.

My small body rises and gently lands on the wall.

Immediately after, when I lowered my gaze, I was able to make eye contact with the opponent who was looking up at me.

They’re wearing a solid iron helmet, but underneath it, they’re wearing a leather jacket.

The pants are even made of cloth, so it’s a very ridiculous sight.

Looking at the overall appearance, I was able to recognize the opponent’s gender.

It’s a man again.

I feel bad.

I frowned and jumped down.

“Euwah!”

Was it because of the unexpected surprise attack?

The opponent was greatly flustered and took out their weapon.

A katana with a sharp blade.

The appearance was a bit unique, but it was definitely in the shape of a katana.

I finally found a usable weapon.

I shone my eyes and rotated my body in the air.

As if a saw blade is rotating, I wield the dual daggers in both hands and slash the opponent’s body.

I deeply tear through their arms, legs, and chest, and stab the daggers into their lower back and thighs, then drag them down as they are.

With a series of movements that flowed like water, the strength drained from the opponent’s body.

But they didn’t die.

Their eyes were alive, and the opponent’s blade was aiming for my body.

It wouldn’t matter if I got hit once.

The solid leather jacket will block some of the damage.

But I didn’t get hit.

Since there was a situation where another opponent could pop out from anywhere, I had to avoid attacks that I could avoid.

I move my body falling towards the floor and roll on the floor.

At that moment, the katana’s blade was swung towards the spot where I was.

Swish-!

“Heueok…”

That attack was the opponent’s last blow.

The one who swung the sword sat down and started panting.

Then, they looked at me and opened their mouth.

“You, you are…”

“You know me?”

“Flying Murderer…”

If it was an opponent who recognized me, I was going to spare them…

It was just the nonsense of a mentally ill person.

Instead of approaching, I picked up a suitably sized rock lying around and threw it at their head.

Peoeok-!

2 kills! yeon111 → cobet42

The opponent met a certain death.

I carefully approached and picked up the katana that had fallen on the floor.

[Muramasa]

Attack Power+4

Agility+3

Strength+1

Stamina-1

“Oh…”

I acquired a named item.