HOTD! Busujima’s Step Brother

"Sis, I plan to deal with that big guy. Support me." I called out to Saeko and pointed at the tyrant with my gun. I had 15 bullets left, including the last six shots from my last attempt to kill the zombies around us.

Only this rifle's bullet had the chance to hurt Tyrant from a long range. A pistol would be useless.

As for short range...

'Let's not take any risk for now. My body already took damage from the punch earlier.'

"I understand!"

My sister took her stance. Her grip tightened firmly around the handle and the blade reflected light eerily amidst dim moonlight.

Secretly, I bought 2 more hand grenades from the store and kept them in my vest. I would definitely use them, but for now...

Ratata!

I shot the Tyrant Nishimura in his face, lodging a few bullets right on his cheek and forehead.

A couple of shells scattered nearby creating a ringing sound echoing through the otherwise silent night environment. Blackish ichor streamed down its face leaving ugly trails marking pathways traveled beneath the disfigured surface.

Unfortunately, none of them penetrated deeper than the outer layer, making little effect overall.

"ROAAAARRR!!!!" Annoyed with me, he charged toward my direction.

Each of his steps caused tremors reverberating throughout surroundings, shaking everything around us. Pavement cracked underneath its feet, creating a gaping hole where concrete buckled apart upon contact. Windows rattled violently threatening imminent collapse.

With just a few steps, he covered half the distance between us. I quickly shot his legs, one on each joint to slow him down. But the bullets were stopped by its thick muscle.

'So tough. I need a bigger caliber.' I grumbled and pulled the grenade's pin.

"Jump away."

Shouting, I threw the grenade at the incoming Tyrant.

I jumped back with Saeko to the other side, avoiding the blast radius from my own weapon.

BAANG!

I heard the sound of an explosion. Followed soon after came flash accompanied by searing heat emanating outwardly, followed closely thereafter intense wave shockwaves rippling throughout the entire vicinity.

"GUUOAAAHHH!!!"

Wild roars rang aloud mixed amongst deafening thunderclap. I picked myself up and looked at the Tyrant, whose body was now riddled with wounds, both explosion and burning marks alike.

Yet despite grievous injury dealt unto him moments prior; he remained standing defiantly undeterred, glaring balefully our way.

"Kuh! Still standing." I mused wryly, dismayed by the sight unfolded before me.

Even with such a terrible state; it still possessed ample strength required to keep itself upright.

"What is that monster?"

Even Saeko seemed perplexed at the current situation unfolding right before our very eyes. For someone like herself, witnessing a powerful opponent standing unfazed despite being blown apart surely unnerved greatly.

Though not surprising given the fact that her sword proved ineffective against the formidable foe we faced right now.

"Something outrageous, that's for sure." I answered with a wry smile.

Most of the zombies in our surrounding had been defeated, leaving only two of them. I quickly shot them in the head so we could focus on Tyrant.

'I have 9 bullets left.'

I hope it was enough. Even if I bought some new bullets, I would need to put them manually in my magazines. There was indeed a magazine for M1A1, along with 20 bullets inside, but it cost 20 Shop Points, which meant 1 point per bullet.

For the record, I could get 100 bullets for 45 Shop Points.

Unless it was for an emergency later, I definitely didn't want to waste my points. Not after I knew that bullets didn't do much damage to Tyrant.

Maybe if I had a Magnum, the story would be different.

Because the Tyrant was still standing still, I decided to take a look at my status.

[Name: Busujima Daiki

Strength: 21 | Agility: 22 | Stamina: 23 | Dexterity: 20

Skills: Busujima Swordsmanship (Intermediate), Marksmanship (Intermediate)

Shop Points: 1,445 P]

Somehow, my status grew more than I thought. Counting the reward, it shouldn't grow this much, but I did remember that physical activities would also allow me to increase my stat.

More importantly...

'I have 1,445 Shop Points. Grenades work pretty well against Tyrant, especially the explosion. This type of Tyrant might be weak against the explosion.'

Might as well buy a Molotov to burn it. It cost 30 Shop Points in the shop.

"Brother, it's coming."

Before I could buy it, Saeko's voice pulled me out of my contemplative state. I snapped my attention back onto the battlefield where the Tyrant rushed toward us.

I observed it closely and noticed a heart sticking outside his body. That must be his weak point, but I wasn't sure.

Only one way to find out.

Ratata!

I unloaded my clip in Tyrant's chest where his heart pulsating wildly.

Bullets dug deep within thick layers of flesh exposed underneath rugged exterior. Dark crimson liquid flowed forth profusely, coating the entire area stained red viscous fluid.

Tyrant staggered backwards under barrage assault delivered nonstop ceaselessly.

Using this chance, Saeko rushed forward. She noticed the area that I targeted.

"It's weakened!"

Without hesitation; she swung the sword downward. The sharp edge sliced cleanly straight across the heart. A spray of hot steamy blood bathed her combat uniform.

The tyrant groaned loudly, but he wasn't dead yet. He reeled backward several paces, holding the wound tightly closed using its massive palm.

His eyes narrowed sharply, glinting malevolently.

Then, it suddenly rushed toward Saeko with surprising speed. The ground cracked beneath his feet, leaving a deep footprint embedded in the asphalt surface. He moved even faster than before, catching her off guard.

"Duck!" I shouted and threw the grenade over the Tyrant's head.

Once it passed him, it exploded immediately.

Saeko threw herself flat on the pavement to avoid shrapnel raining down around us. She covered her ears instinctively, blocking out the deafening blast that followed shortly afterward.

"Grr!"

Tyrant's advance was stopped by the blast. His body blew backwards, landing hard on the ground with a loud thud. Dirt kicked up from force impacting earth surrounding its body. The skin burnt horribly, revealing pinkish flesh underneath his skull.

With my remaining 3 bullets, I shot the opening to destroy his brain. And finally...

"It stopped moving." I heaved a heavy sigh, slumping exhaustedly onto the pavement.

Saeko picked herself up, her body was covered in dust and blood. Injuries were apparent, cuts and bruises filled her arms and body.

"Are you okay?" She asked me concernedly.

"I am alright. Just tired." I replied reassuringly, attempting the best smile I could muster.

Somehow that was more exhausting than saving Don Takagi. Not to mention, both of us were injured now.

"You did well, sis." I praised Saeko and stood up, dusting my pants. "For now, let's enter the mall and rest. Takashi and the others are probably waiting anxiously now."

"Let me help you." Saeko extended her arm to offer assistance which I gladly accepted gratefully.

"Hmmm..."

Just as we were about to move, I saw something laying near the Tyrant's body. When I got closer, I could see what it was.

"A key card...?"

It was something not too special. However, the red and white logo that resembled an umbrella was something I couldn't casually ignore.

I am fucked.

[Ding! You have received 1,500 Shop Points + 5 All Stats]

Well, that made my day a bit better.

'Fuck you! From the bottom of my heart.'

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