LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 19: The Fat Man
The ground trembled in fear; the trees shook with anger as the foul stench of corpses permeated through the surrounding area. With fear and anxiety present in his heart, Quagmire glanced from area to are, trying to find where the exact location of the ghoul that was making all the ruckus.
After a few short moments, he found the area. He aimed his pistol, which now had about fifteen rounds so that he could use his passive skill, eagle's eye. His eyes contracted as his vision magnified a few dozen times. Once it's activated, he can adjust it to his desired magnification.
The trees and leaves got larger and larger until he could see the precise movements of bugs and other small animals, and with a slight movement, the scenery or environment changed completely, as if a new whole ecosystem was reborn. Thus, with that in mind, he adjusted his breathing and breathed slowly; with it, his vision got clearer and stable.
Looking through the sights, which is now a small dot in his vision, he saw a humongous amount of flesh, reaching upwards of meters from the ground. Its facial features have seen horror; it was terrifying, to say the least. The flesh it possessed seemed to be made of fat, and observing much more closely, there seemed to be a few limbs sticking out around its body.
Observing the giant, he made the conclusion that it looked more like a Frankenstein, rather than a ghoul. It looked like a horrifying result of a failed experimentation. Nevertheless, he did not let fear get the best of him. With that in mind, he positioned his body and aligned itself in a proper shooting position, then aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
The shot reverberated through the surroundings but was eventually muffled by the sea of forests and plants. The shot slashed and whizzed through the air. Unfortunately, it did not hit its intended target and got blocked by one of the limbs sticking out of its body.
However, after blocking, the limb was destroyed, as it blocked the bullet. It did pierce through, but it was not strong enough to make the kill. Quagmire was initially confused, but he soon realized it: the limbs that were sticking out were like the limited shields of the giant. For him, he used firearms, but whether swords or not, it must be horrifying to fight the giant with it.
He undid his eagle's eye and used his normal vision; the giant was quite a bit far away, a few hundred meters or so. Knowing that, he once again magnified his vision, all the while aiming.
Turns out, as long as he was holding a gun of any sort, he could use the eagle's eye; he just had to bring the magnification to nothing; thankfully, he could control such a powerful ability.
If any marksman saw or heard of such a skill, they would fawn over him, and desire his ability. It was really such a cheat for marksmen.
Pushing back the unnecessary thoughts at the back of his mind, he pulled the trigger multiple times. Consecutively, the shots were also blocked by the limbs of the giant, and the limbs that blocked it had now fallen to the ground.
He was a bit baffled by the situation; he was sure that the bullet's speed was extremely powerful and fast. Now you are telling him that a mere limb is able to predict its path so that it could die? Where the hell could you find the most suicidal person? It's got to be a ghoul, is it not?
Now, that giant's limb is very suicidal, but then again, it is a limb, so he can't really complain, it's not a living being, but part of a living being, but then again, that limb is dead, and is now "Alive?" Rather, if one thinks about it, those limbs might just yet be the best security detail that could ever exist.
Realizing that his thoughts were getting off-topic and expanding too widely for comfort, Quagmire pushed it back into his mind and focused on the battle in front of him. With that solved, he cocked his gun and fired once again. The shot was blocked again, but he saw that the number of limbs was decreasing.
Finally, knowing what needed to be done, he unloaded all of his remaining ammunition, and when it ran out, there were a few left, so he reloaded and unloaded a barrage once again until the giant ran out of limbs to protect itself.
Now, seeing the giant without all the extra limbs, he felt it was too naked; he got used to the abomination earlier, but then again, he could not complain, as he was too naked, with his Excalibur proudly hanging in front.
With a quick reposition and a firm grip on his firearm, he fired and unloaded his remaining rounds into the head of the giant. Unfortunately, what he expected did not come to fruition; the giant was still standing, and it was mere dozens of meters before him. The caliber might not have been strong enough, so he scanned his knowledge on how to solve the problem.
As he was thinking for a few moments, the giant was finally a few meters before him and soon attacked. The giant ran, not leaped, as if attempting to run him over by the sheer weight of its body. Seeing the actions, he made adjustments and jumped to his side, and rolled over. Once again, another bath of dirt and grime in his body.
Fortunately, he remembered something: if the caliber was not enough, then he just needed to use a bigger caliber, and he had something that was much bigger. That was the M1 Bolt-Action Rifle, that was in his inventory. Thus, after rolling down the ground, he summoned it and a set of ammunition in a clip.
He inserted the clip into the feed and pushed it down with his thumb; he then grabbed the handle at the back and pushed it up, then back, then forward, and down once again. The round was now inside and could be fired.
He aimed at the head and pushed the trigger; the shot echoed, as a rose was born out of death. The giant was not even able to turn around and retaliate as it fell down to the ground lifelessly.
Soon after, a notification at the side of his vision came, which he had been ignoring since earlier, and with that, another one was added to the list.