Around him, the Predators reacted instantly, drawing their spears.
Several shoulder-mounted laser cannons locked onto Morin. Others raised laser pistols.
The heavier weapons remained unused. Inside the warship, reckless firepower risked structural damage. They weren't capable of surviving in space with their bodies alone.
Morin calmly watched the Predator Elder standing before him.
The red targeting dots covering his body didn't bother him in the slightest.
"How dare you come here-" the Predator Elder stood, drew the spear from his waist, and with a slight shake, extended it.
"No," Morin cut in. "More accurately, how dare you stay here."
"And you even planned to contact someone from the Interstellar Federation? Trying to dump responsibility and run?"
"Silence!" the Predator Elder roared. "Arrogant fool!"
"How dare you insult the fighting spirit of a Predator! Even if you are strong, you lack the martial virtue to match it!"
Morin was right.
But the Predator Elder could never admit it.
In Predator culture, cowardice was worse than death-especially for an Elder. Admitting it would be no different from kneeling before his warriors and saying, Why don't we surrender?
"Your beliefs are strange," Morin said, not rushing to attack. His tone was genuinely puzzled.
"I'm stronger than you. Why can't I treat you this way?"
"It's no different from how you treat humans on Blue Star. You don't see them as people. You slaughter them at will."
"That-that's different!" the Predator Elder snapped.
"They are slaves! We have the right! But we are Predators. You treating us like this is an insult!"
"You should duel us honorably!"
"Forget it," Morin said, shaking his head. "There's no point talking to a hypocrite."
"There's a saying: lectures are useless. A broken bone teaches better."
"But you don't need a lesson."
"It wouldn't help."
"So it's better to kill you directly."
A sniper rifle appeared in Morin's hand-the same one from the villa.
"So," he said, "are you ready?"
"A slave's weapon?" The Predator Elder sneered.
His mask's infrared scanner activated, analyzing the rifle.
[Assessment: Cannot penetrate Predator armor.]
An ordinary firearm.
The contempt made the Predator Elder furious.
"Bring out that sword of yours!"
This was unavoidable now. Even if he lost, he had to die like an Elder.
But Morin wasn't using the electrified longsword that tore through Predator defenses.
He was holding a gun.
A gun that couldn't pierce their armor.
Against a room full of Predators.
It was an insult.
"No, no," Morin said lightly. "Earlier we were in a hurry."
"Now?"
"We've got plenty of time."
A playful smile appeared.
"I bet there are no bullets in your guns."
"...What?"
The Predator Elder froze.
Then instinct took over.
"Attack!"
A few Predators surged forward.
The rest didn't move.
The Predator Elder's heart sank.
Had they betrayed him?
"The cannons don't work!" one Predator shouted.
"The pistols too! They won't fire!"
The Elder scanned quickly.
It was true.
Those who advanced carried melee weapons. The others had relied on thermal arms.
"I said there were no bullets," Morin said calmly. "A cannon is just a bigger gun."
"Bullet" wasn't literal.
Anything fired counted.
This wasn't law.
It was control.
"So now..."
Morin raised the rifle.
"Ready?"
"Charge with melee weapons!" the Predator Elder shouted. "His gun can't break our armor!"
Several Predators rushed him.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Three bodies dropped.
Instantly.
They never moved again.
Their armor was untouched.
Silence filled the hall.
Every Predator turned toward the Elder.
The masks hid their expressions, but the meaning was obvious.
You said it couldn't penetrate.
The Predator Elder was stunned.
The armor wasn't broken.
So how did they die?
And something else bothered him.
The scan still read:
[Single-shot bolt-action sniper rifle.]
Then how did it fire three times in a row?
Something was very wrong.
But hesitation meant death.
"Attack!" he roared again.
Morin didn't hold back.
The single-shot bolt-action rifle roared like a submachine gun.
So this is what it feels like to play from the telecom region against Unicom, Morin thought.
I love it.
This was the effect of [Sniper Marksmanship] from the [Ten-Year Veteran] profession.
The description was exaggerated.
The result wasn't.
The moment the bullet left the barrel, it jumped.
Inside the armor.
Straight into flesh.
A Predator's body couldn't withstand that.
As for reloading and infinite ammo?
Manual work.
Nothing special.
A human cheat plus a physical cheat.
Morin became an army.
A lone figure holding a bolt-action rifle.
Suppressive fire.
Like the Grim Reaper.
Some Predators threw spears.
Morin dodged casually.
Leisurely.
This had been decided from the start.
Moments later-
"Who are you?" the Predator Elder asked hoarsely.
The hall was filled with corpses.
Morin had spared him.
Cleared the rest first.
In bronze-tier logic, only survivors finished enemies.
Morin thought like a master.
Clear lanes first.
With level eighteen and full gear, it wouldn't have mattered.
Another reason-
"I bet there are no bullets in your guns" drained mana heavily.
The more targets, the higher the cost.
That was also why he didn't use [I'm Not Cheating].
Mental power wasn't mana.
Mana ran out, you still had stamina.
At worst, you fought while feeling like a normal man after ten rounds in one night.
Mental power running out?
Morin hadn't tested that.
And he didn't want to.
Prudence was his core principle.
"Me?"
With only one enemy left, Morin relaxed.
The rifle vanished.
"I told you already."
"Ten-year veteran. Blue Star administrative officer."
"You violated the law in my jurisdiction."
"So I enforce it."
"There can't be a human like you in the Interstellar Federation!" the Elder snarled.
If Morin was only guarding a pre-interstellar planet...
Then what existed beyond him?
Morin didn't read his thoughts.
Otherwise, he might've asked if he knew about the Sweeping Monk.
"But I am here," Morin said, drawing Eden's Holy Sword.
"You're the leader, right?"
"What's your name?"
"Yes." The Predator Elder steadied himself.
He knew he'd die.
He held his spear horizontally.
"I am Elder An."
At the same time, he activated a hidden program.
It transmitted everything.
A final broadcast.
If he was dying, his name would live on.
Another program existed-to erase his actions if he fled alone.
It wouldn't be used.
"Morin," Morin said, raising his sword.
"Give me full authority data on this warship."
"I'll spare your life."
"...?"
If only you'd said that earlier.
The Predator Elder valued interests.
Reputation was one.
Life was another.
He always chose the optimal path.
That was why those programs existed.
Regret surged.
If I hadn't activated the broadcast...
But from the start, Morin had shown no intent to negotiate.
Who would believe surrender was possible?
And fighting back was impossible.
That was why the broadcast had gone live.
"To become a hero."
Now-
"You shameless fool!" the Elder roared, grief and fury mixing. "Even if I die in this vast space, never returning home, I will never betray our civilization!"
"..."
That sentence structure felt familiar.
Very familiar.
The next line won't be "it's so good," right?
Would the rule work on aliens?
Morin waited.
It didn't.
Hypnosis failed.
Strong will. Mental defenses. Equipment.
The Elder charged.
"So it doesn't work on aliens sometimes," Morin noted.
He swung his sword.
A longsword wasn't ideal against a spear.
But material decided everything.
Predator spears usually shattered.
This one didn't.
Clang.
Morin paused.
"A good weapon," he said, eyeing it. "What's it made of?"
The Elder didn't answer.
His hands trembled.
The impact nearly ripped the spear free.
What kind of monster...
Morin looked ordinary.
But no Predator Elder should be overpowered like this.
"Forget it."
Morin checked his blade. No damage.
Bored.
But he still had standards.
"I, Morin, am not cheating."
The Elder's body froze.
Mental force crushed control.
Forced to stand.
Morin walked forward silently.
One thrust.
Heart.
A big shot needed presence.
Guns were crude.
Knife kills in broad daylight-
That was the essence.
He withdrew the sword.
Ignored the corpse.
Picked up the spear.
A single mark.
Into storage.
Not useful to him.
Perfect for others.
Efficient resource allocation.
With a flicker, Morin vanished.
Back to his villa.
He couldn't hack what he couldn't read.
But that was temporary.
He had an AI now.
Little Ai.
Not using it would be wasteful.
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