Mr. 5, slightly panicked, immediately pulls out his special .44 caliber 6-shot revolver. He opens the cylinder, breathes into it, closes it again, cocks the hammer, and instantly fires all six shots into the air against the incoming arrows.
"BREEZE BREATH BOMB!"
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EXPLOSION SOUNDSSix deafening explosions erupt just above Mr. 5, sending shockwaves through the air. The villagers, players, and even Mr. 5's subordinates are momentarily frozen by the chaos, their senses overwhelmed.
Amid the destruction, one wobbly arrow, fired a second too late by Alex, somehow escapes the blast radius. It falls in a lazy arc, piercing Mr. 5's sunglasses and embedding itself deep into his left eye.
You have dealt 17 x 3 = 51 damage to Mr. 5.
Alex can't believe his luck as he sees the notification pop up. With 5 PHY, Mr. 5 should be dead from that shot alone. But instead, he remains standing, blood pouring from his eye. Roja was right—this guy's durability is off the charts. His unknown special skill has enhanced his survivability to absurd levels.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Mr. 5 lets out a bone-chilling scream."You lowly mercenaries! I will kill you and rip your bodies apart!"
He glares, his voice full of venom as he orders his subordinates:
"Millions, Billions! Take care of the villagers. If possible, take them in alive. If not, slaughter them. I'll deal with these mercenary scum myself!"The man is a walking bomb, and the group can only brace for the worst. Mr. 5 plucks a booger and, with a wicked grin, flicks it towards the southern palisade.
"NOSE FANCY CANNON!"
"DOWN!" Alex screams, pulling whoever's close enough behind cover.
The explosion sends debris flying, splintering wood from the barricade as a few unlucky villagers are caught in the blast, flung back in pain.
But Mr. 5 isn't done. "BREEZE BREATH BOMB!"
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EXPLOSION SOUNDSThe barrage of explosions tears through the air again, reducing the remaining barricade to ash and smoke. Alex coughs, wiping dirt from his face as he tries to make sense of the chaos. The village militia is locked in battle with the Millions and Billions, but something feels off. The agents aren't killing indiscriminately, almost as if they've been ordered to take prisoners. Still, the villagers are holding the line, but it's Mr. 5 who's the real threat.
Through the thinning smoke, Mr. 5 steps forward, blood dripping from his damaged eye. He looks more like a demon now—furious, injured, but far from defeated.
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FanfictionWatch the biggest loser you can imagine transform into the ultimate badass! I'm aiming for 1,000 chapters by the end of next year! Join me on this journey! Meet Alex, a 28-year-old loser and internet troll who spent his life glued to his PC, binging...