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After some time thinking, I end up clicking the skill tree [The Perfectionist].
I had my reasons.
First: considering my recent fight against that demon, I think a skill tree focusing on ricochet and trick-shots was something more my style.
[The Destroyer] felt like a skill tree I'd enjoy if I had infinite bullets (which I didn't) and [The Stylish], although interesting, felt like a willing suicide considering my physical specs were kind of shit at the moment.
And that left [The Precise]...
In another life, I definitely would've picked that one. It was quite straightforward, had a lot of stupid DMG Bonus for essentially doing nothing, and it kept me at a safe and nice distance.
…But it also required me to wait 10 seconds between each shot to do it full power, not to mention the distance bonuses.
Taking into account the encounter with the demon, keeping such distances when being attacked would be next to impossible, and considering that Sharpest Shooter, the reason I'm alive currently, has a radius of about 13 metres…
It just didn't seem smart to be fucking around with it. [The Perfectionist] demanded, well, perfection for it to work. But as long as I didn't get hit, I should be able to accumulate stacks upon stacks of damage and eventually kill one of those demons.
…I also wanted to twirl my gun around.
Confident in my choice, I pressed [CONFIRM].
The computer displayed my "Character Sheet".
Name: Daniel, [the Perfectionist.]
Level : Level 2 [Perfectionist] Gunman.
XP: 1800
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skill List:
[Perfect Shots]
[Perfect Stacks]
[Stylish Twirl]
Perk List:
Eyes Everywhere
Sharpest Shooter
Trait List:
Darksign
…Yup, that's me. I still look awful in that photo.
The computer displayed a new block of text.
CHARACTER CHANGES HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED.
DAY-END SUMMARY DREAM CLOSING…
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DREAM CLOSED.
SWEET DREAMS, INCURSOR!
And my world went black.
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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK
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HOOOOOOOO- HOOOOOOOOOOONK
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HOO- HOO- HOOO- HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK
With a startle, I jumped from my sleeping spot, my eyes wide open and drool falling from my mouth… then I groaned.
"Fucking car horns."
I blinked the sleep away from my eyes, rubbing them and groaning as the chatter and car traffic of the morning filled Kuoh, and thus inevitably, the dirty alleyway I decided to take a nap in.
My eyes felt quite heavy, and honestly I felt like shit.
Something I hadn't quite considered until the moment I had to try and sleep was that I can't close my eyes. I could close the ones in my body, sure, and my vision would go black, but I still had an almost theoretically infinite amount of eyes covering each and every nook and cranny in a 12 meter radius.
Even considering I had constant HD-VISION of my surroundings, getting sleepy and drifting off was possible. The problem was that by design, Eyes Everywhere freaked out whenever something moved within the radius and I was unconscious.
Through the night and thanks to Eyes Everywhere, I got woken up by 7 cockroaches, 3 rats and 2 drunk people walking by.
It wasn't a good night, and the less was said about the piss-stained (possibly cum-stained) alleyway I had to rest my head at, the better.
My sleep wasn't helped by the fact I had to do extensive reading while in my dreams.
Ugh, I sincerely hoped that I could at least do that level-up business without having to be sleeping. Rest was called rest for a reason, dammit!
With one last grumble, I stood up.
…God, my muscles were as sore as a bitch.
It was to be expected, though. I practically walked through half the town by foot and not to mention that last surge of adrenaline at the end of the day. I really didn't want to encounter more of those demons. Just remembering her body made me sick.
Trying to distract myself, I took out my gun from my trousers. As soon as the weight was on my hands, I suddenly felt so much more at… at ease, yes. I felt completely at ease with the gun.
Staring at it, I decided to try something out.
I twirled it- No, no, that's not right.
With focus, I began to [Stylish Twirl] my gun, and the gun started to spin in place.
As if I had been practicing for hundreds of hours, my fingers make the gun spin and Whoosh, and despite how unlikely it'd seem for a gun of this type to simply be used for spinning (one'd think first of a revolver for such purposes), the M1911 perfectly and seamlessly kept on spinning.
After five seconds of this, I felt it. I felt myself grow stronger. A [Perfect Stack] got created.
Without stopping the twirl, I frowned. So, this buffed me?Did I give the bullet an extra-punch how exactly? By thinking very hard?
I was half-tempted to shoot the gun right then and there, but it was time to address a major problem.
Bullets ran out, eventually.
While I could simply throw things and they'd still probably kill someone, I needed to start worrying about giant man-eating demons now. A pebble wouldn't cut it.
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A problem for later, it seemed.
Uncaring, my fingers made the M1911 keep spinning in my hands, and after some seconds I felt more boosted than before. 5 [Stacks] were now accumulated.
Stylishly, I end the twirling by pocketing the gun in my trousers swiftly. My 5 [Stacks], now that they weren't being actively kept alive by the [Twirl], disappeared.
Alright, so I could accumulate those [Stacks] off-battle, but as soon as I stopped piling them up they disappeared.
Fair enough, I guess. It did mean that I could spend 30 hours spinning my gun in a corner like a moron and instantly kill Satan.
…Shit, I thought that as a joke but if there's no upper-limit on the stacks, then that was actually a possibility. The only thing that could hinder that would be my very human fingers that still got tired after spinning a gun like a moron.
I chewed my lip.
Those body-enhancement upgrades were looking mighty attractive all of a sudden. The prospect of spending hours performing [Stylish Twirling] to insta-kill those atrocities was one I didn't mind in the slightest.
Alright, so I needed to get more bullets (or an alternative) and more of those credits to buy myself some body-enhancements.
The first item could be solved through the power of money, and considering that there are filthy fucking demons walking among us, I had no problem spending the rest of my savings on it.
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