Summoner of Miracles

The other side.

Just as Rojin was about to make contact with the dark wind and the two entered the state of confrontation, in the forest to the south, a young girl was carrying a sniper gun and traveling at the fastest possible speed.

“Did you meet him so soon?!? ”

Looking at the map shown on the receiver, the poem runs while you can't help it.

Unlike Rojin, who was transferred to the desert, poetry was transferred to the river across the forest and mountains after the competition began.

And as soon as it was transferred, the poem, as Rojin thought, immediately began to look for heights, ambush, prepare to shoot the approaching enemy on the spot, or hide until fifteen minutes later, wait for the satellite to pass over the island to confirm the position and specific topography of all the contestants, develop tactics, and start hunting.

With this in mind, poetry leaned all the way against the forest topography to find a hill, ambushed there, on guard, waiting for fifteen minutes to pass.

Finally, just a short time ago, fifteen minutes passed.

Poetry turned on the receiver and looked at the player's location across the globe and found that the dark wind was approaching the abandoned city where Rojin was located at an alarming rate, leaving only 28 contestants, two of whom had been eliminated.

Now, the players in every corner of the island must have already identified who their closest enemy was through the receiver and fought each other, right?

Poetry also sees several players who are closer to themselves, who are approaching themselves or each other, and who simply retreat and do not intend to fight at all.

Players take a wide variety of actions on their own course of action and style of action.

Originally, poetry had to react to players who were close to it, preferably by quickly shifting positions, making targeted actions based on information from nearby players, preferably by being able to predict each other's actions, so that an optimal sniper spot could be found to shoot each other.

That's how poetry fights.

However, when Poetry discovered that the dark wind was approaching Lojin at an extremely rapid rate, there was nothing else left in Poetry's mind.

“The two of them are about to go together? ”

“Almost split up to win? ”

“How could it be so fast? ”

“Who will win? ”

“What do I do? ”

Poetry was left with these words in its mind, and by the time it returned to God, it had already rushed out of the ambush and gone in the direction of the ruined city.

“Stupid! Why did you do it...? ”

Poetry has spoiled itself so many times.

If it were a regular poem, she would definitely not pay attention to battles far away, but only concentrate on the enemies in front of her, clean up her battles, defeat her opponents, and how others fight, it has nothing to do with her.

But this time, poetry completely abandoned the past, the footsteps could not stop, just wanted to rush over.

“Why is that? ”

Poetry has questioned itself so many times.

As a result, poetry is discovered.

“I didn't want to miss that guy's fight. ”

That's right.

Ro really fights, poetry doesn't want to miss a thing.

Because Ro is truly a survivor of SAO, a man like himself, and the weight of so-called "battle" is fundamentally different from other players, but like himself, what he carries in battle.

How could a man like that miss a battle?

If Ro really fights others, it's different, but his opponent is the Dark Wind, the most popular winner of this BoB competition, the runner-up of the last BoB competition, and the second-highest player in all.

Confronting such a mighty man is arguably a desperate thing to do.

And what would happen if Rojin matched the dark wind?

What can you see for yourself in this fight?

When the poem thought so, she came out naturally.

This is Poetry, a young girl who thinks she is ruthless and has been craving for someone else to lead her to a bright future without being confused.

A ruthless sniper, just a disguise of poetry.

That's why poetry is so pronounced on Kyouji, isn't it?

What the other party craves is a sniper poem, not a real Ashida poem, how can poetry accept him?

Poetry is not about being a cold-blooded sniper, but about finding yourself and becoming you.

“Hope to catch up! ”

Poetry runs in defiance of everything.

Such a poem is, after all, a mistake was made.

A very, very big mistake.

The thing is, the movement she's causing is too big.

Just like Rojin, who runs in an abandoned city, the surrounding enemies are naturally attracted.

However, Ro really knows that, does it intentionally, and has the ability to solve it, and poetry doesn't.

With this in mind, poetry has met its worst opponent.

So the assassin came.

“Psst...! ”

In the unheard void, an electric light went through the forest and hit it hard against a poem that was just passing by.

“Bang!”

The next second, the electric light exploded like an arc.

“Goo...? ”

Poetry just feels like an amazing force crashing up on its side, knocking it off, flipping it aside, falling to the ground, making it sound bitter.

“Beep, beep...! ”

At the same time, on the body of poetry, a burst of electric light flashed, making the poem completely immobile.

This is...

“Electromagnetic shock bomb...? ”

Poetry is shocking.

- Electromagnetic shock bomb.

As the name suggests, this is a special bullet that creates high voltage after hitting an enemy, leaving the object directly paralyzed, and thus immobilized.

This particular bullet requires a large-calibre sniper gun to be loaded, and the price of a single bullet is very high and is a bullet weapon that players use to hunt large monsters when they form teams.

Today, such a weapon is used against a little girl like Poetry.

“Woo...! ”

Poetry is an irresistible convulsion of the body that makes it impossible to force and move.

In this case...

“Is that you...? ”

With a ghostly sand dull sound, a slow figure appeared in front of the poem.

“The guy... the guy you like... is you...? ”

Rumor has it that poetry is hard to look up at each other.

This look, the poem opened its eyes.

The man in front of him was a player dressed in a pitch-black cloak, wearing a skull mask and carrying a sniper gun.

“Break the cloak...! ”

It's the Smile Coffin's cripple.

Or call him "Dead Gun."

“I had no idea... that the first hunter... was you...”

Poetry is the intermittent opening of a man known as a broken cloak.

“But... this... is fine...”

Saying, the broken cloak reached out and dragged the poetry scarf away.

“... as a gift... to the man...”

“This... seems... nice...”

So, the eyes under the hood of the broken cloak turned red as if they were ghosts.

Poetry flashed a bad feeling in his heart.

But poetry did not yield, but stared at each other pointlessly, biting his lips.

In the forest, darkness is spreading.

And nobody knows about it.