Twenty-two dead, one to go.

I turned around with my knife. A child about sixteen trembled and tried to crawl away from me while wetting himself all over. I switched the grip and slowly walked towards the kid.

"Uahhhh!"

Ah, he's running.

I threw the knife and hit his ankle. He tumbled and fell. I looked at a corpse on a side and pulled out the knife on its neck.

"Lord Ymir! My God! Please! I'm—"

"Shut."

I jumped and kicked his butt. He flew and fell on his face. I jumped on the kid and was about to stab his spine when—

"Please don't kill me!"

Even I stopped at that. "Why?"

"I…I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not a bad person! I help people and…and, I'm not even a magician yet!"

I see.

That's unfortunate.

"That's good," I said, "but that fact won't save you."

And so I finished the thirty-third. It was all easy, really. As soon as that pseudo-god ditched me, and this kid took me to my new room, I used the unused gun and killed everyone. There were only a handful of magicians and just a bunch of teenagers, so it was pretty easy.

"Now then, this is pretty good-enough message."

I pulled out the knives and cleaned them using my sleeve. Then I put them back in the back and grabbed the kid's dangling-but-still-attached head. I dragged him to where most of the bodies were and threw him off on the top. There were lots of books here, so I also threw them on the corpse and got out the lighter I got from Japan earlier. And I approached the small kerosene drum from which I got the idea and approached the pile again and poured the kerosene over. Then I picked a book that I didn't soak and burned it with the lighter.

"Off you go," I said.

Kerosene is really easy to burn, so it was fun to watch the flame quickly spread through the pile. I thought I killed a lot, but when I actually piled them on, I realized that 33 corpses was not that big of a crowd.

"So, that's one job done."

I took off my hoodie that was soaked in blood and went to a wall where the blood splashed the least. Then, using the hoodie as a pen, I wrote the message on the wall.

Come get me.

Easy, simple, elegant, straight-to-the-point. Appropriate for the small space I was blissed to write on.

Stage was set.

I squeezed the blood off and wiped my hand on my pants. I don't think I dried the hoodie quite enough, but I wasn't going out this place with my hoodie off.

"This job is…too tiring."

I picked up my guns and dropped out the empty magazines. Then I crouched and got out the magazines hidden in my shoes and took the shoes off.

Anyhow, this concluded the first day as my comeback day. I guess I haven't cooled off that much. Even a while ago, with that Sutung guy, I would have died if that idiot wasn't yelling every five seconds about what he was doing. Even these thirty-three amateurs nearly defeated me. If I didn't start using my guns, I'd have—

Wait.

I used my gun.

Without silencers.

Oh shit.

I immediately jumped out the window, and in a perfect timing, the door slammed open. Beams of rays and fire balls flew out the window except two-meters away from me. The building was a three-story building but I had confidence in survival. I rolled in midair and fell on my back. My back splashed open but I immediately stood up since I was in a bit of a pinch and the back was not too bad.

This was easy.

-.-

"Should we follow him?" asked a subordinate. His head immediately blew off. The other subordinates panicked and ran out to follow Jonathan.

A girl who was standing by Ymir's side walked towards him with a creepy laughter. "So, even you can be wrong, huh?"

He turned at the girl with annoyed expression, but twitched and looked at his staff.

"Heeh~!" said the girl. "I never knew that you were a forgiving type. I thought my head would have blown off by now."

"…Brunhilde," said Ymir. "Do not test my patience."

The girl kept laughing lowly, but didn't provoke him any further. Ymir walked towards the broken windows and looked back at his staff.

The Gungnir.

The grandiose godly device that allowed him to use his power at 100% success.

With this, he was invincible. He could destroy the world if he imagined it. Right now, being that he had been a god for just three days, he was still bounded to the mentality of the Earthling. However, having slowly lost the morality of a man, he was slowly becoming a god. He would be a fully-fledged god in few hours.

There were no loopholes in the plan.

However…

What was this feeling?

Why was he having trouble breathing?

Was he so angry that he was unable to breathe properly?

No, definitely not. He didn't feel anger from losing just thirty-some subordinates or from a man betraying him.

No, this wasn't anger

This was fear.

"…Fear…" muttered Ymir.

"Hmmm~?" said Brunhilde. "Did you say something just now?"

Ymir ignored her. He looked at the staff-like spear (it didn't have the end so it was pretty much just a long stick) and wondered if he couldn't hit her using his power using his power because the spear was incomplete.

Yes, that had to be it, Ymir thought.

That must have been it.

-.-

It was getting late, and I was getting sleepy.

This was not good. I'd really gotten out of shape from the rest. I shook my head and grabbed the last energy drink. I hesitated a little then gulped it down.

There. I felt a little better.

It was weird for me to say, but I was a little nervous, so I checked the sniper again—this time one with silencer properly attached on it. It was set for the distance to the checkpoint, the mines and bombs and detectors were all set. The only thing would be the wind but it wasn't that far a distance and the power of the sniper was strong enough to not be affected by the wind that much.

Still, the desert wind was not something to be taken easy of. I had the wind gauge was set on the nearby building.

"That said, it's weird that there is an abandoned city in here…" I muttered. But, whether than weird, it was more convenient.

For me, this silent, cover-full, easy-to-trap place was an oasis for me. However, it was a little weird that there was a city near a terrorist organization—

Oh, they wiped them out?

That makes sense. They did say that the place they were was a holy ground, and for normal folks to be there would be some kind of a blasphemy.

"That brat actually said that he didn't do anything bad?" I muttered. Yeah, that was about right. I didn't have to think. I just had to deliver whatever was ordered onto me. That way I'd not feel guilty or justified of anything I do. I just had to concentrate on every job given to me.

A beep rang in my ears. I immediately turned to the window and pointed the gun to the checkpoint. There they were, five people all in all. From their maniacal sexually-shameless clothes, it was safe to say that they were all magicians.

That meant they were easy targets. I checked the wind gauge—wind not too powerful. Golden opportunity. I aimed down and shot six shots, one just-in-case. All of them hit the targets. All of them fell—they probably thought they had some kind of protections until the sand rounds hit their chests. Of course, since I couldn't penetrate their skulls or penetrate their hearts without problem without this distance, they weren't dead right away. But, they had a heck of a sulfate in them, and it was a matter of time before they died.

I opened the barrel (this was a revolver-type sniper, to my preference, since magazine-based ones or hunting rifle types, I didn't have to waste away magazines or waste time reloading for every shot.

There, they stopped twitching. More magicians saw the corpses and one of them raged in fury as she spit blue rays all around the area, making him a visible target.

Seriously, I don't understand magicians' mentalities.

He fell powerlessly as he grasped his neck. He tried to get the bullet out but instead pushed it in further.

"Idiot," I muttered.

About twelve magicians followed. I only could fire six at a time, so I huffed in and shot down the first five. They looked around, still thinking that I was not sniping them but shooting them from alleys.

Wow.

They are seriously dumbasses.

I pulled out eight rounds and loaded one for now. Since there were seven of them, if I shoot down six in a row, the last one would feel threatened and hide, but if I killed one and then killed six in a row, they will still feel a little safe and stick their necks out for me to shoot through.

Like I thought, when I shot down the most angered one, none of them hid and got angrier. They actually started spitting lights and lasers into the sky and the buildings around.

So, I could see them better. I shot them all down.

…I did prepare a night-vision goggle, but at this pace, I might not even get it out. These idiots are making me almost angry.

Finally, a number of minions ran to the pool of blood and got angry again. There were about twenty-some. I picked up one of the triggers and looked through the sniper. I loaded another round—normal one this time—and shot a place a little closer to the bomb. They ran towards the place where I shot and started spitting lasers again.

For the love of God, they're dumbasses.

I clicked on the trigger. A bigger explosion rang through the empty arena. Few survived, but I immediately pulled out six rounds and shot through them.

About five hundred more to go. Awesome.

More ran into the empty pool. This time, they properly hid themselves in the dark and slowly—this was their mistake—entered the narrow alley. I had a silencer, so I hit the people behind, but I missed one since it was dark and he lit up the magic. I clicked my tongue and got out the night goggle. Putting it on my head but not taking them on—it was bright enough already from the bonfire—I fired at the laser kid.

This is out-of-context, but it seems like the magicians' magic is really light-based and all fascinating than more sneaky. The only ones who are out of this exception are the dark magicians who used their ability than idolatry and the smarter ones like the Archbishops (doesn't mean they are all smart—I've fought one before and he was too absorbed into announcing his profile to the world that he couldn't even get the smirk off his face when I got my gun out and shot his head.

I guess the fact that the magic is showier comes from its nature to appeal to the normal folks. Since magic developed under the premise that magic was fascinating, almost all of them had to be something provocative and significant than resilient and sneaky.

I got out the second trigger and had it on my left hand (I was shooting with my right) as I kept shooting. At this rate, they were going to pass through the alley, and at that point I had no choice but to trigger the next mines. As I thought, one passed through. I quickly shot his leg and reloaded, then, when I confirmed that a number was gathered to support the fallen, I hit the trigger.

Another huge explosion sent bodies flying away into the air. I shot at the ones in the back again, and the leftovers lighted the place up from panicking.

I finished the second wave by topping the panicked.

At this point, the sunlight was completely gone and the moon was behind me, not lighting where I was. I didn't need the night goggle after all—being in Africa, a place of the wild (although this was a more developed region, it was still the wild), the moon was bright as the day.

I clicked my tongue. Being supported by the moon somehow ticked me off, but this was no time for playing favorites. I got out a new magazine-type sniper and loaded it. Another wave was entering through the empty area full of blood. They were normal folks with guns and knives. Some of them had grenade all over their body.

I wasn't going to let this opportunity go.

I shot through the ones with grenades and blew them off. There were about four suicide bombers who took about five each along with their own lives. There were still about thirty left to put down. I aimed down again and shot the one who was leading the troop. The survivors immediately ran into cover and looked around. I clicked my tongue and put down the sniper. This place was done for.

I picked up the third and the last trigger and got the two snipers. Then I closed and grabbed the suitcase that contained all the sand rounds and hung the three machine guns around my back. I huffed from the weight but clenched my teeth and ran out. The yelling of the troops rang through the abandoned city as they marched onwards to every street.

There were easily fifty teams with twenty members in one team. I couldn't even hope to fight a hundred men with my snipers. They would get my position before that. And, I didn't realize this at the time, but there were about seventy more troops moving into the city with arms all set. At any case, I ran up the stairs and got to the rooftop. Huffing, I first threw the important suitcase to the building outside the fences of the abandoned city. Then, I got out a grappling hook and hooked onto it from this building. I got my two snipers through the hook and then the three machine guns. I held onto the bag and got the trigger out my pocket and unlocked the safety pin.

The sound of rapid footsteps rang through the stairs. I shot the other end of the hook and locked it onto this building, creating a bridge. Without hesitation, I jumped and grappled on using the bag. The troops kicked the door open and look around, but I was grappling outside their vision and they couldn't find me for another four seconds. By the end of the four seconds, I was already outside the city.

Then, I hit the trigger.

The city within the fences let out a great outburst as the buildings all shook from its important pillars getting destroyed and building started to fall on the soldiers who started to crush to their deaths. It was a little frustrating to use away two hundred million dollars just like that, but I was about to die, and I did just kill hundred and seventy members, which I later found out that was the entire non-magician members.

I had no time to rest either. The building in front spit off boulders that could smite me any second. I kicked the door to the stairs open and quickly climbed down. Luckily, I missed the boulder that fell right in front of the door. Unluckily, the building started to crumble. I clenched my teeth and ran downstairs, running towards the nearest window directly opposite from the explosion.

The building started to lean towards me. I cursed and kicked the falling building's wall after throwing all the weapons except the bag and the suitcase. At any case, I covered the back of my head with the suitcase and covered the front of my head with my right arm. I was probably not going to have it easy from this 6-story fall, and my head was probably going to be severely damaged. I'll survive, but I might lose my memories. I had to protect my head at all costs.

I crouched and put my legs in front of me.

The fall that seemed nearly eternal finally ended, and an excruciating pain visited me again. My legs crunched against the momentum as I also sacrificed my arms and elbows to protect my head. I did hit my forehead and had some bleeding, but I survived.

I clenched my teeth. I had no time to wait for my limbs to heal. I had to use the instant regeneration here. I gave all my strength to my broken arms first and slowly cracked them back. The arm healed instantly to which I responded by getting my crunched legs out from under my body. The knee caps slowly came back into place, and the legs healed almost instantaneously after that.

Still, I felt a little dizzy. I tried to stand, but loss of blood made me stagger. Also, the limbs weren't completely regenerated yet. I still had some time before they cracked themselves back to the right place.

I looked ahead. There were the two snipers and a machine gun from earlier. I picked up the machine guns and threw the snipers to the doorstep of the undamaged building in front of me. I also threw one of the bigger machine gun and readied the two small rifles.

"Good…" I muttered.

I tested my arm. It was healed now, thanks to Imagine Destroyer. I cracked my legs and bore the pain of my thighs getting twisted back into place.

Then, I ran into the darkness, getting ready for round two.

…Was what I was about to do.

But, my leg was more damaged than I thought. It cracked again as soon as I stood up so I crawled to the building and rested my head.

I didn't feel that much dizzy, oddly enough. The pain made me a lot tired, but I didn't lose too much blood. Still, I didn't miss that much of a shot or use too many as bait, so I still had a lot of spare sand rounds left.

I huffed in and out and opened the bag. But, before I got out a loaf of bread to eat, several footsteps churned my stomach up. Goddammit, they don't give me a second to rest.

I readied the two machine guns and silenced my breathing to hide my presence. Fortunately for them, they didn't come this way and turned back. Of course, this was unfortunate for me. I grunted and let my legs heal. It'll at least take 10 minutes before I could walk again.

I actually took out the loaf of bread this time and bit one corner. It was dry and my neck hurt a lot, and I most likely needed water than bread, but I swallowed it along with my saliva. I needed nutrition fast. I had to charge my blood up again.

But still, it was too painful to eat.

As I took out the water, the sky rumbled. I looked up and noticed the rain clouds gathering up. It was probably not natural—I am usually unlucky, but I doubt that God hate me to the extent that he'll bring rain into the never-ending sand.

No, it was probably a doing of one of the subordinates.

With this, my sniper was off. Even I couldn't shoot in this weather and hit the critical spots without a sweat. I had to hit the