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What is the most beautiful sound in this world? In the past, it might have been the sound of success, but in this apocalyptic era, for Sun Lin, the most enchanting sound he hears now is the one resonating in his ears.
That captivating sound of gunfire; pulling the trigger no longer produces the monotonous click of a jammed weapon, but rather a melody that intoxicates the soul.
It is the sound he has longed for.
Almost simultaneously with his trigger pull, a vibration rippled through the air, as if a powerful force broke through the clouds and pierced the atmosphere. The entire world felt transformed. Everything was different; it was a familiar sensation. Sun Lin felt a slight tremor in his finger on the trigger, a surge of excitement that bordered on madness.
The trigger in his hand had taken on an unshakeable significance in his heart. That feeling was akin to sipping hot water on a freezing winter day—utterly intoxicating.
At that moment, he felt the trigger press down, followed by the ignition of the bullet's primer. The explosive powder ignited violently, propelling the bullet forward with tremendous force.
Then he saw it: the bullet seemed to transform into a wild creature mid-air, swaying with colors of madness—fiery red flames and golden hues representing death.
No one could describe such beauty!
Perhaps in Sun Lin's heart, this was the most beautiful color he could imagine.
"Kill! Brothers, we can use our guns!" Tears welled up in his eyes, flowing uncontrollably down his cheeks. It had been so long since he felt this way—the sensation of personally pulling the trigger and watching bullets fly.
It was as if he had entered a special moment; after this climax, his entire body felt incredibly comfortable.
The Machine Gun in his hands trembled lightly, but that didn’t matter. He had regained his life. He had regained his confidence.
What once seemed like a useless Superpower, which could not be stacked onto other Firearm Esper weapons, suddenly attached itself to his Machine Gun. He felt as if the weapon had come alive, pulsating with energy despite his injuries.
In the distance, bullets seemed to gain sight; wherever his thoughts reached, they would automatically seek their targets.
Sun Lin felt as if the world had changed entirely. The Machine Gun in his hands became a weapon of mass destruction. The warriors around him looked at him in disbelief.
Previously, everyone’s shooting precision was high; every shot aimed at a target. But they had never witnessed such madness—every bullet struck true to its mark. Each shot found its target without deviation.
Hitting two birds with one stone was no longer remarkable; when zombies approached closely, he could take down ten or more with a single shot.
Although it was entirely due to the terrifying kinetic energy of the bullets from the Machine Gun, what was even more important was that each Zombie was shot through the eyes, with the bullets bursting out from the weakest part of the skull at the back.
This required a special angle; perhaps only divine craftsmanship could describe such a shot.
However, in Sun Lin's heart, he felt that this was merely the beginning.
Although the rules of the land had changed, Vital Energy had not been expelled. It still existed here; only the rules had shifted. Sun Lin's Superpower was continuously enhancing, and the energy that had long been suppressed within his body was gradually transforming him. His strength began to coalesce.
Second Tier!
The Second-Stage Esper was like a thin membrane, easily breaking through. Then came the Third Stage, which represented a level of power enjoyed by the upper-middle class within the Gathering Place. Yet, he effortlessly broke through that as well.
The Fourth Stage was a power possessed only by the Strong Ones in the Gathering Place. Only the leaders of legends held Fifth Level power!
However, this still wasn't the peak of his strength; he had accumulated too much power. Bearing humiliation and burden, he constantly activated his Superpower, hoping to see a glimmer of hope.
Day after day, year after year, he was one of the earliest warriors to gain Superpower, having once struggled out from a horde of Zombies. Yet his Superpower hadn't been particularly useful; even with hidden weapons, he couldn't attack Zombies effectively.
Until today. Two years of effort erupted in an instant.
It was like a torrent; he didn't even know why he felt this way. He lifted two Machine Guns off the ground, completely disregarding the tripod beneath them. The combined weight of two Machine Guns, each weighing four to five hundred pounds plus a long string of ammunition behind them, was immense.
Yet now, in his hands, they felt as light as chopsticks. He raised them effortlessly and aimed at his target across from him, pulling the trigger with his right hand. The power surged violently.
Suddenly, he felt another barrier break through. A large amount of Vital Energy gathered around him; his strength became fierce and overwhelming!
In his heart, a strange premonition began to form, as if a divine presence had descended upon him. In the air appeared his Avatar of the Believers; he was among those who revered Zheng Yifan most deeply. Now, Zheng Yifan's Avatar of the Believers suddenly arrived from thousands of miles away, looking down compassionately at him before descending into his body.
The power perfected itself as it broke through Fifth Level strength and began to transform everything about him. He also realized that his Superpower had once again increased in potency.
The enhancement was complete; Perfect Accuracy was just the simplest aspect. His bullets would now be able to carry other Superpowered Individuals' powers and further channel Vital Energy.
What excited him most was that after various enhancements, it didn't merely elevate his Superpower but clarified and strengthened Perfect Accuracy even more. He could manipulate some bullets' trajectories and remotely preset targets. Bullets infused with Superpower could even seek out their targets autonomously when carefully prepared.
Every bullet seemed to be infused with life.
But he didn't need to think about that now; those were concerns for later. What he needed to focus on was how to eliminate the horde of Zombies in front of him.
The Zombies were almost upon him. The mountain of corpses was nearing the city wall.
His strength had returned, and he could shoot again, bolstered by his formidable Superpower. He knew it was time for him to shine.
With two Machine Guns firmly in hand, he pulled the triggers relentlessly, not aiming straight ahead but slightly downward.
Each bullet pierced the skulls of the foremost Zombies, then continued to strike those below. As long as a Zombie's head was destroyed, it would die. The Zombie Fluid splattered against the Ruiguan city wall like rain.
Gradually, the other warriors began to notice this bizarre scene and instinctively squeezed their triggers.
There were too many Death's Hot Weapon Espers. Many Machine Guns had fallen silent.
Seeing this once useless fool now wielding such power, almost everyone instinctively sought out Machine Guns to join in the fray.
And then! The slaughter began in earnest. (To be continued...)
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