115: I'm Not a Sniper 1

In the Western fantasy continent where swords and magic intertwine, the Original Owner was just a bottom-tier Black Iron Adventurer.

He was obsessed with bows and arrows, but limited by his low Rank, the arrows he shot were soft and weak, unable to heavily wound even the most ordinary monsters.

Therefore, in the Adventurer's Guild, he was always an excluded existence.

No one was willing to team up with a burden who had zero combat power.

In the Original Owner's world, there were two unreachable idols.

One was the Saintess of the Holy Church, Ling Na; she not only possessed a holy aura but was also the top legendary archer on the continent.

The Divine Artifact in her hand, "whisper of the gods," was a legendary weapon capable of shaking heaven and earth.

Its range spanned thousands of miles, and wherever its arrows passed, even Dragons had to avoid its sharp edge.

The other was the legendary mage Lifa Ya, who controlled world-destroying, ultra-long-range, large-area magic.

With a wave of her hand, she could annihilate an army of monsters, also a powerhouse who decided victory from thousands of miles away.

In this era of emerging powerhouses, countless Braves, heroes, and legendary adventurers shone across the continent.

But the Original Owner only yearned for the elegance and shock of "taking the enemy's head from thousands of miles away."

Day after day, he shed sweat on the training grounds, with only one obsession in his heart:

One day, he would be like Saintess Ling Na, becoming a legendary archer looked up to by the entire continent.

The plain and persistent days were finally broken by an apocalyptic disaster.

The Dark Emperor, who had slept for thousands of years, awakened in the Forbidden Ground deep within the continent.

This Devil King's strength was far beyond imagination, his power enough to crush all existing order.

Those legendary powerhouses, Braves, and heroes who once shone across the continent stepped forward one after another.

Yet they were vulnerable before the absolute strength of the Dark Emperor.

Saintess Ling Na's Divine Artifact "whisper of the gods" shot arrows that shook heaven and earth, but they couldn't cause any damage to the Dark Emperor.

Mage Lifa Ya's Forbidden Spell magic could only stir weak ripples on the Dark Emperor's shield.

After a tragic final battle, the vast majority of human powerhouses who would rather die than surrender,

fell under the Dark Emperor's Butcher Blade, blood staining every inch of the continent's land.

And those powerhouses who wanted to survive became the most despicable traitors.

All the male powerhouses bowed and scraped, becoming the Dark Emperor's lackeys, while the female powerhouses, to stay alive, became the Dark Emperor's playthings,

among whom were the two idols the Original Owner once worshipped immensely: Saintess Ling Na and the mage Lifa Ya.

As an insignificant Black Iron Adventurer, the Original Owner did not choose to retreat.

Carrying a heart full of anger and unwillingness, he lurked near the Dark Emperor's palace, waiting for a chance for revenge.

Finally, at a celebration of the Dark Emperor, the Original Owner found a flaw.

Using all his strength, he fully drew the worn-out longbow that had accompanied him for many years,

aiming at the Dark Emperor on the high platform, pouring all his hatred and obsession into this single arrow.

The arrow whistled out, accurately hitting the Dark Emperor's heart.

However, the weak power was like an ant bite to the Dark Emperor.

He pulled the arrow from his chest unharmed, glanced contemptuously at the Original Owner hiding in the shadows, and casually threw the arrow back.

The arrow, fast as lightning, instantly pierced the Original Owner's head.

Before dying, his vision blurred, but he clearly saw that scene that pained him immensely,

the once holy and inviolable Saintess Ling Na and that proud and powerful mage Lifa Ya,

were snuggling beside the Dark Emperor, their faces full of flattery as they pleased this Devil King who had destroyed everything.

Endless anger and unwillingness swallowed his consciousness.

If... if he could have a true ultra-long-range weapon of mass destruction, a power strong enough to tear through the darkness,

he would surely cut down this tyrant, along with all the scum who betrayed humanity!

With this final obsession, the Original Owner's body slowly fell, completely losing his breath... [Plot introduction finished]

[Timeline of Soul transmigration into the Original Owner: Before the Original Owner's assassination of the Dark Emperor]

[Golden Finger for this mission: Barrett·Nameless]

(Barrett, in CF, commonly known as the Cannon.)

[Weapon Attributes: Infinite range, infinite ammo, 100% penetration, infinite durability, 100% headshot lock]

[Mission Requirements: Kill all targets without exposing a single trace of your presence]

Qin Jiuge showed intense interest:

"A bit interesting. Let's start quickly."

...The Dark Emperor's palace was built upon the ruins of the former human Royal Capital.

This palace, piled with obsidian and skeletons, was hundreds of meters high, with countless aggrieved Souls wailing in the crevices of the stones.

On the outskirts of the palace, the statues of Braves that originally symbolized human glory were roughly toppled,

replaced by sculptures of traitors kneeling on the ground,

those heroes who were once respected were now eternally fixed here in a kneeling posture.

Qin Jiuge was currently crawling on top of an abandoned bell tower millions of kilometers away from the palace.

The hands of the bell tower had long since rusted and stopped, pointing at 3:17, the exact moment the human allied forces were completely wiped out.

Looking from here, the ultra-massive dark palace was now only the size of an ant,

the dark palace was brightly lit, the celebration's glow dyeing the night sky a strange dark red.

"A pity, the enemies can't have a mid-gate sniper duel with me."

Qin Jiuge moved the Original Owner's thin fingers, gaunt from long-term malnutrition, feeling the weakness of this body.

With a slight thought, a pitch-black, slender sniper rifle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Barrett·Nameless.

The gun body flowed with a dull luster, without any ornate decorations, yet it emitted a heart-palpitating chill.

When Qin Jiuge's vision looked into the distance through the high-powered scope, the entire world became crystal clear,

he could even see the teardrops hanging on the eyelashes of a maid on the palace balcony.

"The celebration is about to begin."

Qin Jiuge muttered to himself, aiming the muzzle at the palace square millions of kilometers away... On the palace square, the "Banner of Fearlessness" that once symbolized human courage was torn to pieces and laid out as a red carpet leading to the throne.

Two rows of figures stood on both sides; they were the powerhouses who chose to betray humanity.

Leading the left side was the former commander of the "Lionheart Knights," the legendary warrior Rodney.

He had once fought three adult red Dragons alone in the "Battle of Dragon Canyon," buying precious time for the human allied forces.

Now, he knelt on one knee, and what decorated his helmet was no longer the honorary Griffon Feather, but the Demon Horn bestowed by the Dark Emperor.

His armor was covered with Enslavement Runes, every line absorbing the life force from the surrounding air and transmitting it to the being on the throne.

"Lord Rodney, your armor is truly majestic,"

a former paladin nearby said flatteringly.

Rodney spoke expressionlessly:

"The power bestowed by the Dark Emperor is far superior to the hypocritical Holy Light."

"Those foolish resistors will never understand that obeying the strong is the way to survive."

"Indeed, look at those dead 'heroes,' what did they get?"

"A pile of yellow earth and the fake praises of descendants."

The paladin sneered,

"And we shall exist eternally in this new order."

Leading the right side were two women,

Saintess Ling Na and the mage Lifa Ya.

Ling Na's former platinum holy robe had been replaced by a semi-transparent Shadow Gauze, faintly outlining her curves.

The legendary Divine Artifact "whisper of the gods" was still in her hand,

but what was wound around the bow was no longer Holy Light, but pitch-black Demonic Energy chains.

Most ironically, what was notched on the bowstring was not an arrow, but a cluster of translucent grapes,

she was using this Divine Artifact that had once shot and killed Demon Lords to prepare after-dinner fruit for the Dark Emperor.

"Sister Ling Na, do you think the Emperor will like my outfit today?"

Lifa Ya turned around; her originally solemn mage robe had been cut so much that it barely covered her body, with the Dark Emperor's emblem magically branded on her chest.

Ling Na smiled gently, combing Lifa Ya's long hair with her fingers:

"Of course he will, my little mage. Remember, our power, beauty—everything exists solely to please the Emperor."

"Those so-called 'dignity' and 'honor' are nothing but lies used by the weak for self-consolation."

"Indeed, thinking back on how ridiculous we were."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Lifa Ya's eyes,

"I actually believed that magic existed to protect humanity."

"Now I understand that power should only serve even greater power."

Ling Na nodded, putting a grape into her mouth and lightly sucking her finger:

"The moment the Dark Emperor awakened, I understood this truth."

"The arrows we shot and the magic we released with all our might couldn't even shake his shield."

"Since that's the case, why not choose to stand on the side of the victor?"

"The Saintess is wise,"

a former Elven Ranger behind them whispered,

"It's just... I heard that some remaining resistance forces are still active."

Ling Na's smile turned cold:

"Then let them be active. For every one caught, I will personally use the 'whisper of the gods' to shoot through their knees," "Then hang them on the outer wall of the palace. Soon, no one will dare to resist anymore."

As they conversed, they didn't notice that from millions of kilometers away,

the cold gaze from the top of the bell tower had already locked onto them... Qin Jiuge was calm and relaxed, the crosshairs of the scope moving slowly.

The first one he locked onto was not Ling Na or Lifa Ya,

but a traitor standing at the edge of the square,

the former commander of the "Iron Wall Fortress," Gregg.

This person had actively opened the fortress gates at the beginning of the Dark Emperor's awakening, leading to the massacre of three million civilians and eighty thousand garrison troops by monsters.

At the celebration, he was smugly boasting about his "wise choice" to others.

"That's why I say, resistance is the most foolish thing."

"The moment I opened the city gates, the Emperor personally bestowed upon me eternal life and power,"

"And those stubborn garrison troops?"

"Their Souls are still wailing in my sword right now!"

Gregg patted the longsword at his waist; the thirteen Soul Gems embedded on the scabbard flickered with the light of agony.

The crosshairs stopped at the center of his brow.

Qin Jiuge's finger rested on the trigger without a single tremor.

A distance of millions of kilometers, wind speed, humidity, gravity deflection—these were all meaningless to "Nameless."

A 100% headshot lock meant that as long as he pulled the trigger, the bullet would inevitably hit the aiming point.

He gently exhaled, and at the moment he was halfway through his breath, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshot of "Nameless" was completely absorbed by some kind of regulatory power, making no sound at all.

The gun didn't even produce any recoil, as if it had only completed an insignificant action.

But millions of kilometers away, Gregg's head suddenly exploded.

It wasn't just pierced; it truly "exploded,"

the 100% penetration attribute meant the bullet wouldn't stay inside the target's body but would pass through completely with all its kinetic energy.

But in the instant of penetration, that energy had already thoroughly shredded the inside of the head.

Red and white matter splashed all over the people around him.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

"Lord Gregg?"

The traitor next to him spoke subconsciously, then saw the headless corpse slowly fall.

Screams finally erupted.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"There's an assassin!"

The square instantly fell into chaos.

Traitors drew their weapons one after another, mages propped up shields, and warriors surrounded the throne.

The Dark Emperor slowly stood up from his throne, his three-meter-tall body emitting a suffocating pressure.