Arcane Sniper [Matan’s Shooter]

“Hey, the world is getting better. Huh? Oh, a musket? Isn’t that a musket?”

“Yes.”

As the bald middle-aged man in sunglasses looked at the screen and talked to him, the employee with a hat nodded his head.

“Is he Asian? Chinese?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s pretty good! Isn’t he shooting pretty well?”

“……The accuracy is good, but it’s a pity that it’s slow.”

The employee’s eyes were shining in the wide-brimmed hat. He carefully looked at Leeha’s hand gesture, which he couldn’t see properly on the screen.

“With a musket, that’s great! It’s not a revolver so he couldn’t shoot continuously, right? Hahaha!”

“Right.”

Every time Leeha’s hands in the video moved, the employee’s hands moved along with Leeha as well.

The movement was similar to reloading gunpowder and bullets.

However, it could not be compared with Leeha’s speed.

“I can’t comment on it. It’s an ordinary musket.”

“What? What?”

Riing-!

When the dusty alarm clock rang, the employee immediately stood up.

“I will get to work. Boss.”

“Carl, Carl. Would it be bad if I watch for another 30 minutes?”

“Your extra pay iis 1.5 times higher.”

“Okay, okay. Hurry up and go to sleep! Even if I tell you to work, you’ll go to sleep anyway.”

The bald middle-aged man pushed the employee in the back. The staff was accustomed to packing their things and leaving the store door.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Sweet dreams! Mr. Kidd.”

— Read at –

“Haaaa……. I slept well.”

By the time Leeha woke up and rubbed his eyes, it was already 2 pm.

‘Oh, how many hours have I slept?’

He stayed up all night for 3 days, so it’s not like Leeha slept much. Still, it felt good to have a refreshed body.

Most importantly, it relieved his mental burden.

“Leeha, thinking about it, I am proud of myself. I wasn’t sure I would win.”

Grumbling, Leeha moved his body to wheelchair and headed toward the computer.

Is the internet going crazy? He expected it to be quite a mess.

Also, it should be possible to tell the RIsing Sun victims that they could get compensation for the damage they received.

“Let’s see…… Oh? Wow!!” And Leeha who opened his browser could not help but be surprised.

The community page had not been opened yet, but things came out as soon as he opened his browser. Familiar names appeared in search queries.

‘What is this? Dave’s real-time queries?’

Middle Earth was in 2nd place, Setting Sun Desperado was in 6th place, and Rising Sun was in 8th place, three characters proudly went to top 10.

‘Ha Leeha.’

It was unbelievable for Leeha.

Rising Sun was a fairly large guild. In terms of ‘class’, Rising Sun was considered as one of the world-class guilds.

Of course, the level of its guild members was low, but it didn’t have an impact. At least in terms of organizational power and numbers, it was recognized as an A-class guild!

In other words, there was a reason why it was being discussed like this.

“Kek- I-it even appeared in a news article?” Even in the news section of the site, his work was getting covered.

“Middle Earth. Davey was with us. A summary of articles related to the disbandment of Rising Sun.’ Huh……. Oh my goodness.”

Although it was not related to politics, current events, or economic news, it was the main event in E-Sports and game news!

Leeha swallowed his saliva and looked at the article.

Rising Sun’s evil deeds, members, and organizational charts were drawn, and it diligently explained the structure that no one could touch.

When [Setting Sun Desperado] and [Ha Leeha] appeared in the article Leeha was somewhat embarrassed.

‘No one attacked Goliath until he was killed by a stone. Maybe everyone gave up from the start. However, a hero appeared like Davey and fought Goliath- What are they talking about!’

Leeha’s face was so hot that he couldn’t read it properly!

He scrolled down and looked through the comments, but the comments all praised him. There were no malicious comments, not even one…….

“That was why Kijeong made a fuss……”

The portal site is like this, then what about the Middle Earth community?

The bulletin board was completely devastated, the community top 20 all included articles and videos related to Leeha and Rising Sun.

“Oh my god.”

Leeha had no choice but to stick his tongue to the achievements he committed(?).

[Let’s start with praising Ha Leeha-nim once a day.]

[Title: Ho.. ly.. sh.. it.. Rising Sun will compensate the damage they made?]

[Title: Genocide Mad – what appeared at 2:40, is it a bomb?]

[Title: There are so many musketeers in Candle Castle = >= >!! Crazy guys.]

[Title: [Setting Sun Desperado] guild. What is it? Has anyone joined the Top 50 guild?]

[Title: No, how can it be like this?! 1: 500 users is not possible!]

[Title: If it’s going to be like this, they should create a separate Ha Leeha bulleting board. He’s all over the place.]

He is in all today’s best. All the newly updated posts, and comments,

it’s all related to Leeha.

“Oh, hoho…”

What kind of reaction should he do other than scratching his nose? More importantly, the fact that his ID was so popular got into Leeha’s mind.

‘I got a lot of things, including the disbandment of Rising Sun…’

In the future, Tikal or anyone else would no longer come to touch him.

Rising Sun’s existing personnel won’t even come to take revenge. They will never know when they would die again.

However, he also felt that he lost a lot.

‘I was going to monopolize the bomb for a bit!’

It will definitely be investigated by curious users.

Low-class improvised explosives would no longer be exclusive to Ha Leeha.

‘Well, I didn’t like it when it came up as ‘low-class’ anyway. If other people follow suit, I can just study higher-level stuff.’

‘It’s not advanced level yet, but I can deal with basic bombs, so I should try more diverse things.’

However, Leeha did not only lose the bomb monopoly.

Most importantly, it bothered him that his ID was known.

The fact that his every move could be observed by someone was the scariest thing for Leeha.

‘I still feel dejected because of the people from Shinobi-gumi……

The guild that Matsushige and Mame Hana belonged to. It could be said that their guild master had been paying attention to Leeha from the beginning.

However, unlike Rising Sun, their identity is completely hidden.

There were no clues anywhere on the internet, so it was very frustrating.

‘Rising Sun was a visible enemy. It was rather comfortable. However, Shinobi-gumi is invisible’

He didn’t know who they were. Are they Leeha’s enemies? At least at the request of Rising Sun, they were clearly enemies that attacked Leeha.

‘But now? Rising Sun disbanded. I don’t know how the contract between the two guilds came about…

Will Shinobi-gumi attack Leeha even after Kyokujitsu was gone? Or will it stop with ‘observation’ as before?

What if they were a neutral, money-driven organization?

‘Can I perhaps use them? I wonder how much they know about me.’

Leeha looked at the monitor with his arms crossed for a moment. He did not know when they started observing him.

Was it because an unusual appeared, so he became the object of observation? Or was there a separate criterion for achieving specific achievement? How many members do they have that are spying on users?

“Aaah!! Anyway, there were many ways to enjoy Middle Earth. One can just level up and get items! And hunt bosses!”

However, the world in the game had already become no different from reality.

Middle Earth already made a significant impact on reality. It went beyond the category of simply enjoyable games.

‘Anyway, thinking like this won’t make a difference anyway.’

There was nothing he could do. He just stopped and let it be. After going through the Rising Sun incident,

Leeha gained sufficient confidence.

Confidence that he wouldn’t lose no matter who he faced.

The confidence that even the worst job of being a musketeer depends on the user.

“Let’s log in.”

Kiik, kiik, the hand pushing the wheelchair required strength.

“W-what is this?” He logged in to Aelstock,

the capital of Fibiel kingdom, which was the last place he logged out from. As soon as he logged in, a notification he had never seen before appeared. ‘

[You received a mail. Please check your mailbox]

[You received a mail. Please check your mailbox]

[A total of 873 mails arrived. Please check your mailbox]

“Kuwaak! Crazy!”

Leeha knew that his popularity wouldn’t last long, and it’s temporary popularity, but….

“This is crazy!”

He wouldn’t be able to sit down and read 873 mails. Leeha’s head rang while he headed to the post office, thinking of filtering it properly.

It felt like someone put a vibrating massager in his head.

-Oh? He’s here.

-Ha Leeha-nim! Ha Leeha-nim!

-Hello, I’m a level 150 damage-type warrior, I would like to-.

-Really?

“Waaaah!!! He blocked the indiscriminate whispers! Block function.”

Whispers that flew in and out annoyed Leeha.

In the end, all but those who were in his friends’ list or people Leeha designated were automatically rejected whisper.

He didn’t have any conversations to share with them.

‘More than anything else, I have no intention of maintaining this guild!’

He saw it on the bulletin, so there were only two types of people who want to whisper Leeha.

They either want to hear chat and hear Leeha’s story or want to join the [Setting Sun Desperado] guild. Leeha did not want any of that.

“Phew……

It was only after Leeha blocked all the whispers that Leeha found stability. His face was known but in Middle Earth, it was not easy to recognize someone only by looking at them.

Leeha’s face was not particularly outstanding, and he did not have the weapon that could be used to identify the “Cloud Magician”.

‘Needle Gun……’

Right now, Leeha could not be called a musketeer.

He pulled out the broken Needle Gun from his bag.

‘Can they fix this? No, you can’t even call it fixing, it’s on the level of recreation.’

If everything went according to plan, Leeha could have used the musket for a while longer.

After sufficiently practicing the Snipe skill using Needle Gun, he would clear Miss Elizabeth’s Will quest. After getting the Black Bess, he planned to sell the Needle Gun.

‘Phew, that’s not happening anymore.’

He vainly touched the ball that has been bitten by the flint and opened and closed the gunpowder plate to appease his regrets.

Two-thirds of its barrel was cut off, and more than half of the musket’s butt fell off,

so Leeha carefully put what was left of the musket back into his bag.

The joy of disbanding Rising Sun had been buried by the hardships of reality.