Fantasy Realm [One Piece] [Harry Potter] [Naruto] - [Progression] [LitRPG]

Chapter 11: A Shot in the Dark

Alex crouches low, straining his ears to catch anything from the dark figures beyond the palisade. But, unsurprisingly, his SNS, average at best, fails him. The voices are too muffled, too distant.

"This is pointless," he thinks, frustration bubbling up. "But no villager would be sneaking around outside the village at night, whispering suspiciously."

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. His heart pounds in his chest, but after a few moments, he decides to take a gamble. This is the perfect opportunity to earn contribution points, possibly even a kill, without having to share credit with the others.

Memories of playing Skyrim flicker through his mind. He always loves sneaking through dungeons, taking down enemies with a single well-placed arrow. The satisfaction of landing a perfect sneak attack never gets old. Now, he is about to recreate that same moment, except in real life.

"I'll kill at least one Baroque Works member," Alex thinks, the plan forming in his head. "Then I can argue that I did my part. It's only fair that the others take care of the rest."

His mind paints a perfect picture: he'll walk back into the village as a hero, a master archer who has single-handedly taken out one of the enemy scouts. No one could accuse him of being lazy or selfish, not after he delivers a body to prove it.

Without hesitation, Alex kneels down, grips his [Old Hunting Bow], and takes aim at the dark figures next to the tree. His hands shake slightly, but he forces himself to focus. It has been years since his archery course, and this bow isn't the sleek modern one he used back then. The weapon in his hands is old and worn, with a dull string that barely holds tension.

But still, he lines up his shot, holding the arrow just as he'd been taught, right next to his face, no fancy tricks. He draws a shaky breath and releases.

The arrow shoots into the darkness, and for a split second, Alex's heart sinks as he realizes he hasn't practiced with this bow at all. It's a miracle that the string hasn't snapped in his hands.

Then, to his astonishment, the arrow hits.

You have dealt 14 * 3 = 42 damage to player Robin Möller.

You have killed Robin Möller.

Alex stares, dumbfounded. He has just one-shot someone.

His first reaction isn't horror, it's sheer disbelief. "Again?" he thinks, a stunned grin spreading across his face. "This can't be a coincidence. My luck is insane!"

His brain, still trying to catch up with the situation, lags for a moment. Then he whispers, half-laughing, half-shocked, "Lol."

He has killed someone. And not just anyone, he has killed Robin Möller, the guy who hit him with a BMW, the man responsible for his death.