Not bad. If he calculated on the basis of fighting continuously while keeping his mental power at around 50%, then at his current level, Wakasha could generate 20 bullets in one go, and the magazine could currently store 10 rounds.
With proper preparation, 30 bullets would already be enough for him to handle a battle under normal circumstances.
After confirming how much mental power bullet generation consumed, Wakasha slowly opened his eyes. His gaze grew even sharper as he aimed at one of the three goblins on the right—the one that was not acting as the lookout and was currently bent over, fully focused on scratching patterns into the ground.
This goblin had its back to him and was about fifteen meters away. It was thin, completely off guard, and the perfect first target.
He tightened his grip on Deathbird and slowly raised his arm, adjusting the angle to make sure the muzzle was aimed directly at the goblin's head. Goblin skin might be rough, but it was not hard, and their bones were similar to a human's. Their heads were just as vital to them as they were to people. As long as the bullet hit the brain, it would be a one-shot kill, reducing unnecessary trouble and avoiding too much noise that might alert the five goblins on the left.
Everything was ready. Wakasha held his breath and gently pulled the trigger.
Pfft—
A tiny muffled sound, almost swallowed up by the rustling of leaves in the wind. The snow-white bullet condensed from mental power shot out like a meteor, striking the goblin's head with perfect precision.
There was no loud explosion, no harsh metallic report—only the dull sound of a projectile punching through bone and flesh, followed by the goblin letting out a short, cut-off "hkh" before it could even scream.
The goblin's body jerked stiffly. The light vanished instantly from its murky eyes. The stone it had been using to scratch the ground slipped from its hand with a clatter, rolled several meters away, and made a faint sound.
Its head tilted slightly to one side. The snow-white bullet had almost completely passed through the back of its skull. Black blood mixed with gray-white brain matter sprayed out from the wound, splattering onto the dirt and soaking the ground at once, giving off an even fouler stench than before.
In just two seconds, the goblin's body toppled straight to the ground. It twitched twice, then went completely still. Only the black blood continued flowing from the wound, staining the leaves and soil beneath it red.
[Monster Killed: Goblin. Obtained 1 EXP.]
A system notification rang through Wakasha's mind, as clear and distinct as flowing water.
At the same time, he could clearly feel a faint warmth coming from Deathbird's body. In his mind, Deathbird's experience bar had changed from LV1 (2/1000) to LV1 (3/1000). It was only a tiny increase, but it gave Wakasha a little more confidence.
But he did not pause for even a moment. He did not even have time to check the subtle changes in the system panel, because the other two goblins on the right had already been alerted by the sound of the stone falling and the sudden collapse of their companion.
The goblin serving as lookout jerked its head up, its murky eyes filled with alarm and a trace of panic. It rapidly turned its head, scanning the surroundings while chattering shrilly, the urgency in its voice sounding as though it was searching for the enemy—or warning the other goblin.
The other goblin sprang to its feet at once, brandishing its thick wooden club while glaring viciously around. Dried filth and blood still stained the corners of its mouth, making it look even more feral.
Its gaze quickly landed on its fallen companion. The moment it saw the wound in the back of the goblin's head and the black blood pouring out, the savagery in its eyes turned instantly into rage. Letting out a sharp shriek, it charged toward the fallen goblin, seemingly trying to check on it.
"Now!"
Wakasha's focus sharpened. Seizing this perfect opportunity, he did not hesitate for even a second. His finger pulled Deathbird's trigger again.
This time, he aimed at the back of the goblin charging toward its fallen companion. Right now, it was completely consumed by anger, all its attention fixed on the corpse. It had no awareness whatsoever of the danger hidden behind the bushes, and its entire back was exposed in Wakasha's line of sight—a perfect target.
Pfft—
Another soft muffled sound. The second mental bullet shot out at high speed and struck the goblin squarely in the center of its back.
The bullet punched through its thin burlap clothes and sank into its body, bringing a spray of black blood out with it.
"Giiiii—!"
The goblin let out a shrill scream. Its body jolted violently, its rushing steps halting on the spot. The wooden club in its hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
Its body twisted in pain as it tried to turn around and find its attacker, only to realize its body was no longer obeying it. Its legs gave out, and it staggered before collapsing to the ground. Its limbs twitched as it let out weak little cries, and its breath faded rapidly.
[Monster Killed: Goblin. Obtained 1 EXP.]
The system notification sounded again. Deathbird's experience bar became LV1 (4/1000), and Wakasha's EXP rose to 4.
At this point, only the lookout goblin remained.
This goblin was clearly more cunning than the other two. Instead of charging in recklessly like its companions, the moment it heard the second muffled shot and the goblin's dying scream, it immediately realized where the danger was coming from. Its murky eyes filled with fear. It quickly backed away several steps, widening the distance between itself and its fallen companions, while brandishing the stone in its hand and scanning the nearby bushes warily, trying to find Wakasha hiding among them.
Its gaze darted back and forth, until finally it landed on the very bush Wakasha was concealed behind—because when Wakasha had pulled the trigger just now, his arm had shifted slightly, brushing the branches and leaves and leaving behind the tiniest trace of movement.
"Gii! Gii!"
The goblin let out a series of sharp cries, its voice full of both fear and fury. It raised the stone in its hand and hurled it viciously at the bush where Wakasha was hiding.
Wakasha had already been prepared. The instant the goblin raised the stone, he had predicted its move. He immediately lowered his body and shifted half a meter to the other side of the bush—quickly, but still lightly.
Bang!
The stone tore through the air and smashed hard into the bush where Wakasha had just been hiding, snapping several thin branches. Leaves and dirt flew everywhere with a dull thud.
If Wakasha had reacted even a moment slower and been hit by that stone, then even with leather armor protecting him, he probably would have been dazed or injured. And if it had struck his head, that really would have been the end of the story.