I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

The pellets from the shotgun couldn’t break through the shield and fell to the ground.
The priestess’s protective circle vibrated as the bardshot’s bullets lost their power and plummeted to the ground.
The beast hunter clicked his tongue and pulled back sharply.

Ice shards swiftly flew in, but the shield still held firm.
Trusting in Hekate’s support, I kept advancing.

There was no need to take every hit, especially from powerful slug rounds or ice spears.
As a result, the number of projectiles was noticeably reduced.
I was able to block or dodge them with ease.

The sword moved lightly, making a clear sound.
The shock that transmitted through the metal was a pleasing sensation to the hand.

[By cutting through mana, you gain the "Cleave (抉)" effect.]
[Your physical penetration increases by 8%…]

The distance continued to close.
The beast hunter pulled the pin of a grenade with his teeth.

A brief cooking followed.
Several grenades, filled with dangerous mana, traced a parabola through the air.
Without hesitation, I slashed at them at the same time the magical barrier appeared in the air.

If this were reality, it would have been dangerous.
Depending on the mechanism of the grenade, it could have triggered the explosion prematurely.
If I hadn’t properly disabled the fuse, it would have been a suicidal move.

But this was a game after all.
The swordsman’s "cut" judgment essentially blocked the activation of the skill itself.
And the beast hunter’s throwing weapon was subject to a different judgment than an assassin’s memorization skill.

• "Uncle, what is this? It has three heads."
• "Is this a picture book? I don’t know what language it is, but... Oh, it’s that. Cerberus."
• "How do you use it?"
• "What was it... Kelberos. That should be it? Whatever, it doesn’t matter."