You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!! - Chapter 82 ...Fuh

“I can’t see…”

I definitely shot through the face. Despite the distance of several thousand meters, I saw the head that was atop the iron bars get blown away.

However, I couldn’t confirm if the body had fallen because a small concrete wall below those iron bars obstructed the view.

Therefore, I couldn’t confirm a defeated retirement decision.

“How was the test shot?”

Those words came from a boy on the same team.

“Not bad.”

“Is that so?”

I called it a test shot and fired that one shot.

The result is unclear. So,

“I’ll shoot about twenty more… is that okay?”

“I’m leaving everything to Suzuko. You don’t need my permission.”

The semi-auto customized sniper rifle.

It’s equipped with a system that automates the preparatory work for sniping.

Unlike bolt-action, Suzuko’s weapon allows for continuous firing.

“Wasn’t it loud just now?”

“No, I didn’t hear anything. What’s going on?”

“Hmm, corporate secret.”

Usually, the sound of gunfire should have been loud enough to hurt the eardrums.

But, with my ability, all of that can be managed.

“Then, let’s start.”

We prepare for a series of continuous sniping shots with confirmation and spare magazines ready.

If we can’t confirm the target is down, we need to ensure the results as much as possible.

So, I’ll rain bullets on that rooftop.

With my ability, I can make bullets rain straight down.

By doing so, I intended to ensure the target’s defeat.

“This will end it.”

“I advise an immediate stop to the attack!”

That was a voice in one ear from the earpiece.

“…Why?”

“The power of the bullets you used, ‘408 CheyTac,’ is judged to be on the limit of the allowable threshold for this event. You are prohibited from further attacks without confirming defeat retirement and from targeting vital points against human opponents hereafter.”

“…Tell me because it’s prohibited.”

The sudden prohibition advice. It wasn’t easy to accept it simply.

So, I proposed a condition in exchange.

“Is she alive?”

“Ah…”

What came to mind was a girl whose defeat was unclear.

The cranial mask was shattered to pieces. It was sure that it hit the face.

So, the possibility of her surviving was extremely low.

“…She is alive.”

“Is that so…”

“She’s no longer on the rooftop.”

“Understood.”

If she’s not there, there’s no need to shoot.

The reason for the immediate stop advice might be for the protection of the three defeated girls.

If that’s the case, it’s no longer my concern, and I engage the safety on the sniper rifle.

“Hiroki… twenty shots are gone.”

“Is that okay?”

“It was a waste.”

“Is that so?”

Hiroki, who responds with mechanical questions and answers, was still looking at his smartphone.

Something stirred inside me at that sight.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just playing a game I haven’t touched in a while.”

“A game!?”

The word that excited me leaped out, and I stood up involuntarily.

Then, I looked at Hiroki’s smartphone screen.

“…What’s this?”

“It’s a game.”

“There are a lot of girls…”

“It’s a romance simulation game.”

My expectations were betrayed in an instant.

I thought it was one of the latest gun action apps popular on smartphones, but instead, it was a game about flirting with cute girls.

Such a questionable game was not something I could tolerate.

“Hiroki, delete that game.”

“Why?”

“If you play games like that, you’ll become a creepy guy.”

“Those words are a boomerang to you.”

“I’m creepy…?”

“When I first met you, you were completely a monster. I’ve never seen anyone transform so much because of a game.”

That’s strange. Incomprehensible.

The game I play is a globally famous online FPS game.

In terms of popularity, it’s as famous as my favorite game, comparable to Resident Evil.

I was just playing it, and being treated the same as a monster is too harsh.

Being treated the same as a monster is too harsh. (It’s important, so I thought it twice.)

Therefore, Hiroki’s viewpoint is wrong. Such misunderstandings give rise to the idea that playing games too much is harmful to one’s health, that it prevents one from making friends, and that it makes one unattractive to the opposite sex.

So, I must correct this.

“Hiroki, I’m not a monster. The game I’m playing is alright. Calling it a transformation is an exaggeration.”

“…Hey, Suzuko.”

“What?”

Hiroki looks at me straight with narrowed eyes.

He raises his index finger, pointing it toward his eye.

“Take a look at the area around my eyes.”