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Chapter 10: Chicken dinner!

Thwip!

Axel fired a golden bolt, aiming straight for Bulb’s bald head.

The instant the shot was released, Axel Sprinted away, disappearing behind a tree—invisible once more.

His target had no idea where the attack had come from.

But then—

Something unexpected happened.

The golden bolt struck Bulb’s neck—

But no damage numbers appeared.

[F-Rank Talent: Bald Head! Once every 24 seconds, automatically negates a headshot or status effect!]

Axel frowned.

Of course, he couldn’t see Bulb’s talent.

But the result was obvious—his attack had been nullified.

"Huh. Interesting."

"So, this guy gets a free pass every 24 seconds?"

"Too bad for him—he’s not immune forever."

Two seconds later—

Axel’s invisibility reactivated.

And he moved in again.

"Good thing this game isn’t like PUBG."

In Survival Game, players could control their movement speed precisely—

Allowing silent movement.

For most players, this was useless.

But for Axel—it was crucial.

With Permanent Invisibility, he could completely remove all sound, making him undetectable.

And now?

He was right behind Bulb.

The bald-headed player had finally realized something was wrong.

He yanked the golden bolt from his neck, his expression darkening.

Someone was hunting him.

Someone was playing with him.

Yet, no matter how hard he looked—

There was nothing.

Then… he started crouching.

Stand. Crouch. Stand. Crouch.

A battle royale veteran’s instinct.

A habit from PUBG—crouching repeatedly to avoid headshots.

At the same time, he kept spinning around, scanning the area.

Trying to find his attacker.

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"This guy… he can’t stay still, huh?"

Axel smirked.

Even though Bulb was moving erratically, it didn’t matter.

Axel was right behind him.

And no amount of crouching would save him from what was about to happen.

"Let’s see how long you last now."

Axel raised his crossbow.

And pulled the trigger once more.

Axel lined up his crossbow, aiming right at Bulb’s bald head.

But—

His target was constantly bobbing up and down.

Crouch. Stand. Crouch. Stand.

It was surprisingly effective.

Even at point-blank range, it made hitting a headshot difficult.

Axel narrowed his eyes.

"This guy actually knows what he’s doing."

To make it this far into the final zone, he obviously had some skill.

“Hah… This is actually getting annoying.”

Meanwhile—

Bulb himself was growing frustrated.

In his old FPS games, crouching like this was easy—just a simple keystroke.

But in real life?

It was exhausting.

His legs burned, his knees ached, and he started feeling like a damn squat workout machine.

"Damn it, who the hell is messing with me?!"

“Alright, enough of this.”

Axel decided to change tactics.

He switched to his Golden Greatsword.

If headshots were too difficult, then—

Just go for the body.

Axel silently walked behind Bulb—completely undetected.

[Heavy Strike!]

Instead of aiming for the head, he slashed straight at the back.

-123! (Stun: 2 seconds!)

Bulb froze.

His body locked up, completely immobilized.

[Focused Power!]

[Poison Strike!]

Axel followed up with a devastating golden greatsword slash.

-273 (CRITICAL HIT!)

-122!

-122!

Bulb collapsed instantly.

Before he could process what happened, his screen turned black.

[You have killed Player #00444!]

[+5 to all attributes (valid for this game only).]

[Remaining Players: 2!]

His body vanished, leaving behind a wooden loot crate.

As his consciousness faded, his mind was filled with confusion and rage.

"What the hell just happened?!"

"I didn’t even see a single damn enemy!"

"How was I stunned?! How did I die so fast?!"

"I was stacked with god-tier gear, and I STILL couldn’t win?!"

"Is it because my number was 666? Was I cursed?!"

Bulb raged internally as he was forcefully ejected from the game.

His perfect loot—wasted.

His ambition—shattered.

And worst of all—he never even saw who killed him.

"All that legendary gear… wasted! Some damn coward got a free meal!"

But no matter how hard he thought about it—

The answer never came.

His first match ended before he could even fight back.

And the culprit?

Still nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Axel didn’t Even bother looting.

Why?

Because at this point—Bulb’s “legendary” equipment was just mere garbage.

He didn’t need it.

There was only one player left.

The final opponent.

Axel had already located him.

And now—he moved in for the final hunt.

Axel carefully approached his final enemy—

A middle-aged man, lurking nervously behind cover.

His eyes darted around, scanning the area.

"He looks paranoid."

And for good reason—he hadn’t seen anyone in the safe zone for a long time.

Axel stepped within 3 meters of the man—

And suddenly, the guy bolted away, diving behind another tree.

"Huh?"

Axel moved closer again.

Same reaction.

As soon as Axel got within three meters, the guy flinched and ran.

[F-Rank Talent: Sixth Sense! When an enemy is within 3 meters, heartbeat increases.]

The man had no idea where Axel was.

But his heart was warning him.

Every time Axel got too close, his instincts screamed at him to move.

Axel clicked his tongue.

This was getting annoying.

Axel stopped moving.

The man stopped moving.

Neither could see the other—

But both knew something was wrong.

"This bastard… he keeps running when I get close?"

"Fine, let’s see if he can dodge arrows."

Axel drew his Golden Crossbow and took aim.

Thwip!

A golden bolt slammed into the man’s back.

-112!

Axel Sprinted, changed position, and disappeared again.

Another arrow flew from a different angle.

-115!

Then another.

And another.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

The middle-aged man was panicking.

"IS THIS SOME KIND OF SHADOW CLONE JUTSU?!"

He couldn’t find his attacker.

But no matter where he ran—

More arrows rained down from different directions.

"This is impossible!"

He desperately ate cheese, healing himself.

But every single time—

An arrow interrupted his healing!

Axel grinned.

"This guy has a ridiculous amount of cheese."

"Too bad for him—I have more arrows."

And finally—

With only 20 bolts left, the last man’s HP hit zero.

[You have killed Player #00471!]

[+5 to all attributes (valid for this game only).]

[CONGRATULATIONS! You are the last survivor!]

[Please claim your Survival Points reward!]

VICTORY.

Axel finally won his first Survival Game.

And honestly?

"Damn, those last two guys actually made me work for it."

He exhaled.

"Alright, let’s see what these ‘Survival Points’ can get me."

Axel was ready to cash in.

And this was just the beginning.

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