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[Chat]:[POG]: MAVERICK! HE TURNED AROUND!
[Imposter]: That's not Maverick! My Maverick is a coward! Who is this chad?!
[Ninja]: He's naked, covered in soap, and stabbing people with a rusty knife. This is the content I signed up for.
[Unfollow]: My streamer is too competent now. Ruined character arc. Unsubbed.
[Question]: Wait, why did he jump out the window?
Maverick had indeed jumped. After stabbing the lead Hassan and headbutting the second, he realized he was still outnumbered. Daisy was uselessly swinging a brick, and three more assassins were closing in.
So, he did the only logical thing.
He vaulted over the windowsill and dove into the artificial ocean below.
SPLASH.
The cold, salty water hit him like a hammer. He sank into the depths of the flooded courtyard.
His plan? Scavenge.
Daisy had dropped her Submachine Gun somewhere down here when the flood hit. If he could find it, he could turn the tide. If he couldn't... well, drowning was a peaceful way to go.
Meanwhile, back on the ramparts...
Daisy was not having a good time.
"Maverick!" she shrieked, watching her ally plummet into the sea. "You traitor! You unethical scoundrel! You left me alone with the midgets!"
The remaining four Hundred Faces clones turned to look at her. Their skull masks seemed to grin.
"He ran," one whispered.
"She is alone," another hissed.
They advanced. They drew daggers, poisoned needles, and garrote wires.
"Stay back!" Daisy yelled, brandishing her brick. "I have... uh... a powerful Noble Phantasm! Don't make me use it!"
The assassins laughed. It was a raspy, collective sound.
"Get her," the leader commanded.
Daisy turned and ran. She sprinted down the corridor of the castle, her bare feet slapping on the stone. She took a left turn, then a right, desperate to find an exit or a weapon.
But the castle was a labyrinth. And Daisy had the navigation skills of a headless chicken.
She ran straight into a dead end. A large portrait of Elizabeth Bathory hung on the wall, mocking her.
Daisy poked the painting. "Secret door? Please be a secret door."
It was just a painting.
She turned around. The four assassins were blocking the hallway. They advanced slowly, savoring the kill.
"Can we..." Daisy laughed nervously, backing against the wall. "Can we reconcile? I have money! I can buy you... masks?"
"Jie jie jie..." The assassins chuckled. "Die, woman."
The largest assassin stepped forward. He raised a heavy, serrated dagger.
Daisy closed her eyes. "GG. I hate this game."
CRACK.
A gunshot echoed through the castle.
It didn't come from Maverick. It came from miles away.
The large assassin's head exploded. Black smoke billowed as the clone dissolved.
Daisy opened her eyes. "Huh?"
The remaining three assassins froze. They looked at the dissipating smoke of their comrade. Then they looked out the window, toward the distant skyscraper where their Master was hiding.
Their expressions—even through the skull masks—conveyed a profound sense of betrayal.
"Master..." one whispered. "Why?"
Location: Fuyuki Tower (Rooftop)Streamer: Monkey
Monkey lowered his high-tech compound bow. Or rather, the high-tech sniper rifle he had scavenged from a crate.
He sniffed. He rubbed his nose.
"Sorry," Monkey muttered into his mic. "I sneezed. My finger slipped."
Beside him, Robin Hood facepalmed.
"Master," Robin sighed. "You just shot our own guy. That was a Hundred Faces clone. We're allied with them."
"I know!" Monkey argued, his face turning red. "I was aiming for the girl! But the wind... and the sneeze... look, it happens! It's called 'Suppressing Fire'!"
"It's called 'Friendly Fire'," Robin corrected. "And you just killed 1/88th of our ally's power."
[Chat]:[LUL]: HE SHOT HIS OWN TEAM!
[Sniper_Elite]: Monkey: "I am helping!" Assassin: "Please stop helping."
[Refund]: Is this Monkey for sale? I want a refund.
[No_Sale]: This Monkey is defective.
[Earth_Shattering]: That shot was incredible. He managed to hit the one person he wasn't supposed to hit.
[Traitor]: Assassin: "Your Majesty, why are you rebelling?"
Back in the castle hallway, the confusion was palpable.
Daisy stared at the dead assassin. The remaining three assassins stared at the window.
"Did... did your Master just save me?" Daisy asked, confused.
The assassins looked at each other. They seemed to come to a silent agreement: Our Master is an idiot.
"Forget the Master," the leader hissed. "Kill the woman."
They raised their daggers again.
But the distraction had bought enough time.
SPLASH.
A figure erupted from a nearby window, dripping wet and gasping for air.
It was Maverick.
And in his hands, dripping with seawater but miraculously functional, was a Submachine Gun.
"Hey!" Maverick yelled, leveling the weapon. "Pick on someone your own size!"
[Chat]:[Return_of_the_King]: HE FOUND THE GUN!
[Physics]: Does a gun work after being submerged in saltwater?
[Rule_of_Cool]: In this game? Yes.
[Maverick]: "Say hello to my little friend!"
Maverick pulled the trigger.
BRRRRRRRT.
The SMG roared. Bullets sprayed the hallway.
The three assassins, caught in the narrow corridor, didn't stand a chance. They danced as the bullets tore through them, dissolving into smoke one by one.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION][SERVANT ELIMINATED: HASSAN OF THE HUNDRED FACES (CLONES)]
The hallway fell silent. Maverick stood there, panting, water pooling around his bare feet.
Daisy stared at him. Her eyes were wide.
"You came back," she whispered.
"I found your gun," Maverick said, tossing it to her. "You owe me."
Daisy caught the gun. She grinned.
"Alliance back on?"
"Alliance back on."
They high-fived.
[Chat]:[Ship]: I SHIP IT SO HARD.
[Power_Couple]: The Naked Duo rides again!
[Monkey]: I helped! I softened them up!
[Shut_Up_Monkey]: You shot your own team, sit down.
Meanwhile, high above the castle, Elizabeth Bathory (Lancer) looked down at the courtyard where she had finished mopping up the other 40 clones.
"Hmph!" Elizabeth huffed. "My piggies are surprisingly competent. But where is the encore?"
She looked at Nero, who was currently trying to wring out her towel-toga.
"Hey, Emperor!" Elizabeth shouted. "The audience is bored! Shall we give them a finale?"
Nero looked up, her eyes sparking with excitement.
"Umu!" Nero agreed. "The pirate ship is still afloat! It is an eyesore! Let us sink it with our song!"
"Agreed!"
The two Idols turned toward the Golden Hind.
On the deck of the ship, Cipher felt a chill run down his spine.
"Drake," Cipher said urgently. "Do we have earplugs?"
Drake laughed nervously. "No, Master. Why?"
"Because," Cipher pointed at the castle. "They're inhaling again."
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