Don't force me to use my right fist.

Chapter Ten: I can catch any bullet!

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Zuo You sighed. Even if someone doesn't know how to speak properly, there should be a limit, right?

"Stay inside and deal with the people who came over. Then I'll settle the score with you properly."

Pieces of azure armor, radiating an eerie glow, appeared out of thin air on Saya's body, completely enveloping him.

Even his only exposed face was covered up by a piece of leather that Saya casually found.

It was already an accident that this girl saw his face. If he were to be seen by someone while wearing the protective gear, he would inevitably be confronted by Qingjiu and her gang again.

"At this point, it would be good to add a cringeworthy line and a cool move, or maybe impersonate a Kamen Rider, which would be a good choice."

"For example, just watch closely, my transformation."

After muttering a complaint to himself, Sōyū turned around and sealed off a square block surrounding the girl's head with iron railings.

If he uses only stones, he can't guarantee that this thing can survive in a completely enclosed environment like he can. It would be interesting if it suffocated to death.

"Don't be so pessimistic. With me here, you won't die."

Finally, after reassuring the other party, Zuoyou was somewhat afraid that when he returned, he would only find a corpse when he broke open the stone.

"If you can do it, I'd love to see it."

The girl narrowed her eyes. Sōyū's actions were completely beyond her imagination, but this shouldn't have happened.

At least in her memory, this guy, Sōyū, should have been a non-existent person.

So, the girl also wanted to take a gamble.

Anyway, she doesn't have any problem with losing money.

At worst, I'll just die.

"There's a sniper to the south, and three guys with submachine guns to the north. As for the other two directions, if I remember correctly, they're arranged the same way as the north."

"I'm giving you one last warning. If you're going to run away now, with the strength you've shown, you should still have time. But once you get involved in this, it won't be so easy to get away."

The girl's voice came through the iron fence from the stone building that Saya had built for her. Compared to her warning, Saya was more concerned about why she knew so much about the arrangements of those who wanted to kill her.

It felt as if she had experienced it herself.

“I would like to get away, but you should have said that before I rescued you from that helicopter.”

Sōyū raised his shield to protect himself, and with a dull thud, a bullet was deflected and hit the ground in front of him.

That sniper was keeping an eye on him the whole time, and even though he saw what was happening, he was determined to kill him.

The murderous intent is palpable.

Sōyu narrowed his eyes, but this was a good thing. If the other party was so persistent with him, he wouldn't have to worry about revealing his appearance after the other party ran away.

After all, besides the girl behind him, that guy must have seen his face through the scope as well.

However, snipers can be quite troublesome if they suddenly shoot someone.

Especially under these troublesome circumstances.

A commotion arose in the surrounding bushes, just as the girl had told him. Nine men in black, armed with submachine guns, appeared one after another and completely surrounded him.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at Sōyū. If this scene had happened to him when he was still a shut-in, he would definitely have thought it was a movie scene.

However, for Saya, being surrounded by skeleton archers and zombies in the mine wasn't a particularly dangerous situation.

At least, these guys' reaction speed and reaction time seem to be much slower than expected.

Is it possible to sit down and talk?

Saya symbolically asked the men in black who were surrounding him a question. He was very good at fighting zombies and skeletons, but dealing with humans was a first for him.

His response was a bullet that struck him directly in the face while he lowered his shield.

"Clang~"

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out, and Zuoyou's head tilted back in response.

Unfortunately, the armor's defense value applies to the entire body, and due to the setting of that blocky world, Saku doesn't have the concept of the head being a weak point.

In other words, theoretically, a bullet hitting his eye would cause the same damage as a bullet hitting his toenail.

"So that means there's no room for negotiation?"

Saku twisted his neck and glanced at the ten circles in the lower right corner that displayed his health points.

How could I not even lose half a bar of health after being hit directly by a sniper rifle? Should I complain about the weapon's low attack power, or is this enchanted diamond armor just too tough?

If it doesn't lose any health, then the attack power of this sniper rifle is probably about the same as that of a snow golem's snowball?

Squinting at the black-clad men around him who were looking at him like he was a monster, Sōyū had a bold idea.

In that case, we might as well give that conjecture a try.

Slowly raising his right hand, Saya held it out in front of him and waved.

"Then please enlighten me."

Almost the instant he made that move, these clearly well-trained men in black pulled the triggers of their guns without hesitation, and bullets rained down on Sōyū.

It's not an illusion.

Saya's eyes narrowed slightly as he tightened his nerves.

He had noticed this when he came to this world. He didn't know if it was because his body had been modified by the system or something else, but he always felt that as long as he concentrated, the flow of the entire world would slow down.

In simple terms, it's like bullet time.

I don't know if the world has really slowed down, or if it has changed too fast, which is why it gives him this feeling.

Manipulating the virtual right fist, which was like a substitute, to strike the incoming bullets, Sawa felt that catching bullets with bare hands was not such a difficult thing after all.

Fighting bullets with bare hands seems a bit more impressive.

But to other normal people, it appeared as if Saya simply swung his right fist a few times, rendering all the bullets flying toward him useless in mid-air.

"Ding ding ding..."

The bullet struck the ground with a crisp sound, and the scene fell silent almost instantly.

The men in black, armed with guns, exchanged glances, cold sweat gradually seeping from their foreheads.

The oracle made no mention whatsoever of such a creature causing trouble. Judging by this performance, he's clearly a monster!

They are not afraid to sacrifice themselves for the gods, but if they are captured by such a monster, can their souls really return to the gods' side?

As their faith began to waver, the group of men in black gradually began to consider retreating.

"This means that my body has indeed been completely modified by the system."

Sōyū hadn't expected it to actually go this far. He silently complained to himself, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This armor and cyborg design really makes him no different from those Kamen Riders."

"Yeah, I really don't feel like a person anymore."

Chapter Eleven: If this were a baguette, the person would already be dead.

"No one is leaving here today unless the mission is completed."

Just as Saya was thinking about how to subdue the group of men in black, a middle-aged man's voice came from the grove of trees directly in front of him.

Along with him appeared sniper bullets that seemed to defy fate and aimed directly at Saya's face.

The crisp metallic clanging sound rang out once again, but this time, Saku squinted at the beating red heart in the lower right corner.

Glancing at the bullet that had fallen to the ground, which was completely different in shape from the other bullets, it seemed that the other party was not stupid either, and had chosen a bullet with stronger penetrating power.

As expected, we still cannot be careless. The difference between having our defenses breached and not having them is still significant. Once it can cause substantial harm to our lives, we cannot rule out the possibility that even a single ant can kill an elephant.

We need to find a way to take care of that sniper hiding in the shadows.

Sōyu narrowed his eyes, his gaze bypassing the men in black who, despite carrying guns, posed virtually no threat to him, and looked toward the jungle in the night.

If the other party was able to snipe me under the cover of night, even with the aid of high-tech equipment, they probably wouldn't be hiding too far away from here.

If he could hear gunshots, Sōyu could deduce their approximate location, but the current situation doesn't allow him to calm down and listen.

"How about we make a deal? Let's pretend this never happened, and I'll let you leave. How about that?"

Only then did Saya notice the middle-aged man in front of him, who was not mentioned in the information the girl had given him. He kicked the pile of bullets at his feet and spoke to the man, who was clearly a minor leader.

"Heretical monster, the followers of the true God will not fear you, fire!"

The other party had no intention of chatting with Saya. He raised his hand and pulled out a large-caliber pistol that looked like a revolver from his waist, and pulled the trigger directly at Saya's head.

His actions undoubtedly gave the other men in black a boost of confidence. With his gunshot, the remaining submachine guns also opened fire on Sōyū.

"This is so boring. I've said it so many times, I'm a human being, you know."

Sōyū sighed, and once again focused his mind. This time, he did not choose to attack the bullets that were being fired at him, but instead turned his attention to the men in black with guns.

Shooting bullets down with bare hands is more about showing off than actually solving the immediate problem. It would be better to deal with the shooters first.

Although he was wearing heavy, even somewhat cumbersome, armor, Sōyū's movements were not affected at all. In fact, his speed, which had long exceeded the limits of human perception, left only a blur in the eyes of the men in black.

Sōyū still didn't want to kill anyone.

If a life is taken, there is no going back!

This is a line that Saya really likes.

He couldn't bring himself to say the second half of the sentence with righteous indignation; of course, this "life" refers only to human life.

It wasn't some act of saintly compassion. The other party opened fire on him without warning, clearly intending to kill him. Logically speaking, even if he had drawn his diamond sword and chopped them all down, it would have been considered self-defense.

However, since they grew up in a normal living environment, it's not so easy for them to actually do it.

Therefore, the weapon that Saya chose was the least lethal one he could find in his backpack.

A piece of wheat bread.

Even Saga didn't dare use his fist, because he didn't know any martial arts techniques like controlling his power.

Keep in mind that his fists are strong enough to easily smash rocks.