117: I'm not Sniper 3

The Dark Emperor stood up abruptly:

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Pressure was released, and half of the traitors were knocked unconscious to the ground.

But this also exposed his position.

Qin Jiuge adjusted his scope and locked onto the Emperor's heart.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the palace's outer wall, through the barrier, through three traitors, through the backrest of the throne... and was then caught by a pitch-black palm.

The Dark Emperor sensed the danger at the last moment and caught the bullet aimed at his heart with his hand.

But the bullet's kinetic energy still forced him back three steps,

and a deep blood hole appeared in his palm.

Qin Jiuge had intentionally lowered the bullet's power just to warn him—please keep quiet, it will be your turn last.

"Your Majesty!"

Ling Na and Lifa Ya cried out in shock.

The Dark Emperor spread his palm, looking at the twisted and deformed metal warhead.

He had never seen such a thing; it had no magical fluctuations and was purely physical in construction, yet it contained terrifying piercing power.

"Found you."

The Emperor suddenly smiled, his crimson eyes looking in the direction from which the bullet had come.

Although he couldn't see, he could sense the bullet's trajectory and trace back its general location.

"Southeast, the distance... is far, very far."

The Emperor's smile turned sinister.

"But since you attacked me, it is equivalent to exposing your own position."

"Lifa Ya, prepare a long-range teleportation array; I will personally go and meet this interesting assassin."

Lifa Ya suppressed her fear and began to draw the magic circle.

Ling Na picked up the "whisper of the gods" and, enduring her shoulder injury, pulled the bowstring to its limit.

Qin Jiuge watched all of this through his scope and shook his head.

A teleportation array?

How naive.

He adjusted his scope and locked onto the core rune of the magic circle.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through all obstacles and accurately shattered the Eye of the Formation.

The magic circle's light instantly extinguished, and the backlashed energy sent Lifa Ya flying, crashing into the wall as she spat out blood uncontrollably.

"Im... impossible..."

she murmured,

"How did he know the location of the Eye of the Formation..."

The Dark Emperor's expression finally changed.

The assassin could not only kill accurately from an extreme distance but could also see the situation inside the palace and even identify the weaknesses of the magic circle.

This was not something a human could achieve.

"What exactly are you?"

The Emperor growled at the Void Realm.

Qin Jiuge naturally did not answer.

He simply continued his work, eliminating the traitors one by one.

The sixth, the seventh, the eighth... every bullet took the life of a traitor.

Sometimes it was one, sometimes it was a series like skewered candied haws.

The palace turned into an enclosed slaughterhouse.

The traitors had nowhere to run and could only watch helplessly as the people around them fell one by one.

Some began to frantically attack their nearby companions, believing the assassin was hidden among them.

Some knelt on the ground praying, repenting to the God of Light who had long since abandoned them.

More people just sat there blankly, waiting for death to arrive.

Rodney's search team never returned.

In fact, three kilometers after leaving the palace, they were picked off one by one by Qin Jiuge in the wilderness.

Twenty corpses were scattered in different locations, hundreds of meters apart, all shot in the head for an instant kill... When fewer than a hundred traitors remained in the hall, Qin Jiuge finally turned his scope toward Ling Na and Lifa Ya.

It was time.

He locked onto Ling Na first.

The former Saintess was now slumped at the base of the throne's steps, black blood continuously seeping from the wound on her shoulder.

She still held the "whisper of the gods" in her hand, but the bowstring was slack.

Her eyes were hollow as she murmured to herself:

"Why... I chose the strong... I chose survival... why is it still like this..."

The scope's crosshairs rested on the center of her forehead.

Qin Jiuge recalled the memories of the Original Owner, the young boy who practiced archery day after day on the training grounds,

who countless times looked up at the sky, imagining Saintess Ling Na's heroic posture as she drew her bow to shoot the sun.

He had regarded her as his faith, his lifelong goal.

Then, he saw her snuggling beside the Dark Emperor with a face full of flattery.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the barrier, through three traitors, and finally entered through Ling Na's forehead.

Her body stiffened and then slumped to the ground.

In the last moment before her death, her eyes looked at the mural of the God of Light on the palace ceiling—which had now been painted over with the portrait of the Dark Emperor.

The "whisper of the gods" slipped from her hand, and the Demonic Energy chains on the bow snapped inch by inch.

This legendary weapon restored its original holy luster, but its owner had closed her eyes forever.

"Sister Ling Na!"

Lifa Ya crawled over screaming and hugged Ling Na's gradually cooling body.

This once-proud legendary mage was now crying like a child.

Her magic robes were stained with blood and dust, and the emblem of the Dark Emperor on her chest looked exceptionally piercing.

"Why... we clearly chose the winner... why are we still losing..."

Lifa Ya looked up and cried out to the Void Realm,

"Who are you? Come out! I want to see what kind of monster you really are!"

Qin Jiuge silently aimed his scope at her.

Lifa Ya seemed to sense something and suddenly began to release magic frantically.

Fireballs, ice spikes, lightning, arcane missiles... she disregarded the mana backlash and poured out every Spell she could use in all directions.

The hall teetered under the bombardment of magic, and some traitors were caught in the crossfire, dying with screams.

"Come out! Come out!"

Lifa Ya roared, tears mixed with blood flowing down her face.

The crosshairs locked onto her heart.

Qin Jiuge pulled the trigger.

But this time, he didn't kill her directly.

The bullet shot through her right chest, avoiding her vitals.

Lifa Ya coughed up a mouthful of blood but did not fall.

She looked down at the blood hole in her chest and suddenly laughed, laughing crazily.

"I understand... you're enjoying this... you're toying with us... like a cat toying with a mouse..."

She stood up shakily and began to chant an ancient incantation.

This was a Forbidden Spell, which, at the cost of one's life, could temporarily break through spatial limitations to see scenes from an extreme distance.

"With my blood, with my Soul, with my eternal life as a sacrifice... let me see you!"

The moment the magic took effect, Lifa Ya's vision crossed a distance of millions of kilometers and saw Qin Jiuge at the top of the Clock Tower.

A weak Iron-rank Adventurer.

A black weapon she had never seen before.

A pair of cold, heartless eyes.

"No... impossible..."

Lifa Ya's voice was trembling,

"Just an... Iron-rank... this is impossible..."

She could not understand.

How could an Adventurer from the lowest tier possess this kind of power?

This surpassed all known rules and subverted all her understanding of power.

Qin Jiuge saw the shock and despair in her eyes through the scope.

Enough.

He adjusted his scope, this time locking onto the center of her forehead.

He pulled the trigger.

Lifa Ya's body fell backward as the backlash of the Forbidden Spell and the damage from the bullet erupted simultaneously.

Her body began to disintegrate in mid-air, vanishing into motes of light.

The notification sound of Quick Transmigration System 001 rang out:

[Ding! Mission failed, you have been detected.]

Qin Jiuge did it on purpose; seeing the other party pay such a heavy price just for a single glance at him, he mercifully granted her wish... In the hall, fewer than fifty traitors remained alive.

They huddled in the corners, shivering, without even the courage to cry.

The deaths of Ling Na and Lifa Ya had completely destroyed their last hope.

The Dark Emperor still stood before the throne, expressionless.

He witnessed the deaths of all his subordinates but did not attempt to stop it again.

Because he knew it could not be stopped.

This invisible assassin possessed power he could not understand.

"Forty-seven left."

The Dark Emperor suddenly spoke, his voice echoing in the hall,

"Including me, forty-eight."

"Are you going to kill them all one by one?"

Qin Jiuge didn't answer and just continued to pull the trigger.

The forty-eighth traitor fell.

The forty-seventh.

The forty-sixth... The Dark Emperor watched his subordinates die one by one, a complex light flashing in his crimson eyes.

Anger? Fear? Or... excitement?

"You are very strong."

The Dark Emperor said,

"Strong enough to make me feel a long-lost excitement."

"In thousands of years, you are the first existence that has made me feel threatened."

Qin Jiuge ignored him and continued clearing the traitors.

When only the Dark Emperor remained in the hall, he finally stopped.

It wasn't because Qin Jiuge was tired, but because he was waiting—waiting for the Dark Emperor's trump card.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks the other party, who was also a Devil King like himself, could pull off.

A Devil King who had slumbered for thousands of years and crushed the entire human civilization could not possibly have only this much ability.

Sure enough, the Dark Emperor laughed.

"You think you've won?"

He opened his arms,

"These traitors, these ants—I don't care how many of them die."

"As long as I am still alive, I can find more trash willing to sell their Souls."

His body began to change, dark energy surging beneath his skin, his form gradually expanding.

"But I admit, you have indeed forced me to bring out my true power."

The Emperor's voice became low and distorted,

"Let me see if your attack can penetrate this..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because Qin Jiuge pulled the trigger.

Not just one shot.

But ten shots in succession.

Ten bullets entered the hall from different angles, all aimed at the Dark Emperor's heart.

One hundred percent penetration.

The first bullet pierced through layers of defense and shot into the Emperor's heart.

The second followed closely behind, entering through the same wound.

The third, the fourth... ten bullets, all hitting the same spot, completely shredding the Emperor's heart.

The Dark Emperor looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, a look of disbelief on his face.

"No... impossible... my immortal body... my dark core..."

He tried to mobilize his power to repair the wound, but his heart had been completely destroyed.

Dark energy poured frantically from the wound like a leaking balloon.

"What... are you..."

The Emperor knelt on the ground, his body beginning to disintegrate.

Qin Jiuge sat on the Clock Tower, watching all of this through his scope.

He did not answer.

He just silently pulled the trigger for the eleventh shot.

This bullet passed through the Dark Emperor's forehead, taking away his last shred of consciousness.

The Dark Emperor's body turned into black dust and dissipated into the air.

On the throne, only a hollow suit of armor and a broken scepter remained.

The palace began to collapse.

The barrier shattered, walls cracked, and the ceiling fell.

The statues of those traitors fell one by one, smashing into pieces.

Qin Jiuge put away the Barrett "Nameless," stood up, and looked at the dark palace millions of kilometers away as it gradually turned into ruins.

The first ray of sunlight before dawn pierced through the clouds, shining on the ruins.

A new day had begun.

And no one on the continent knew who the hero was who had saved the world.

"Avenging from ten thousand miles, yet the body remains unseen; traveling a thousand miles alone, leaving no trace behind. With the deed accomplished, he brushes his sleeves and departs; his name hidden in the Jianghu, his shadow no longer remains."

Qin Jiuge turned and left the Clock Tower, disappearing into the morning mist.

Finally, he left only a whisper:

"I, Qin Jiuge... am not cheating."

Yes, long before the game started,

he had already turned off the 100% aimbot...