《Ancient Cultivator in Modern World》Chapter 18: Muspelheim[5]
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The moment Khan leaped towards Super HaX0r at the outside world, people had already crowded the television which displayed the current situation of the two. Amongst the cheering crowd, an unremarkable young man with a blonde hair stood, on his right hand, a smartphone of which he furiously tapped.
In his eyes, a mysterious glint, his lips leaked a gentle smile, all of his attention focused on the peculiar figure of Khan's avatar.
"Wait, where is his gun?"
"No, he didn't bring any gun, he just bought a sword with him and fought."
"Seriously? Who brings a sword in a gunfight? Is he insane?"
The crowd exploded into murmurs when they discovered that Khan didn't bring any guns with him, inside the game. Khan's feet tapped on the ground, with each tap, his figure would flicker, like a ghost.
Super HaX0r startled, regaining his calm, his wrist unfolded around him as several palm-sized mines scattered around him, holding his sniper rifle on his waist, he scoped and shot.
An explosion rang out followed by a surge of wind, a ray of light flew towards the rushing Khan. Feeling the sense of imminent danger, he raised the sword on his right hand to block.
Clang!
Sparks flew as Khan tumbled backward, he stared at Super HaX0r in amazement, apparently, he didn't expect that his weapon carried that much force.
"So that was the power of guns? Interesting..." Khan's face suffused an amused smile as his figure flickered once more, but this time, with even more speed.
Super HaX0r unchambered his Karabiner 98k, however, he couldn't help but shout in shock when he found that Khan had already disappeared, and was once again closing towards him.
"What the hell?! He blocked that shot?" Super HaX0r snorted, switching towards his offhand, an IMI Desert Eagle, he aimed toward Khan and pressed.
Several gunshot sounds echoed, followed by sparks that ignited the air. However, none of the bullets that he shot had scathed Khan. He still moved unhindered towards him.
When Khan arrived within a hundred meters before Super HaX0r, his footsteps suddenly stopped. Super HaX0r's figure shook.
"He found the location of the mines? Impossible! I made sure to place it as discreetly as possible!" Super HaX0r thought in his mind while reloading his offhand weapon.
"Three here, two there, and five there." Khan murmured, his figure dashed upwards, apparently, he discovered that the traps would trigger upon being stepped.
"This idiot leaped upwards! A chance!" A malevolent smile leaked from Super HaX0r's face, the crowd watching this scene couldn't help but shake their heads in disappointment.
"Even though he's fast, once you're in the air, you will be like sitting ducks."
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Facing the barrage of his enemies' attack. Khan unsheathed the sword on his waist and sliced at the air. Numerous sparks flew, as Khan hacked the bullets to oblivion. However, he didn't come out unharmed, several bullets passed by and scratched him, dealing damage to his health bar and pain.
Super HaX0r stood there, unmoving. His eyes widened within his pupils, several emotions could be seen. Fear, shock and immense mental pressure condensed, making him dumbfounded.
Khan arrived on the ground, touching his right cheek with his left hand, he felt a hot liquid dripping on his fingers towards his arm. Khan licked the blood on his left hand, his eyes focused on to his foe.
For Super HaX0r this was the moment where he felt the greatest fear he had ever felt in his life. The feeling of being preyed upon by the strong.
"J-j-just what are yo-" Before he could speak, Khan had already arrived behind him, his sword unsheathed. Super HaX0r could only see the world around him spinning before his consciousness disappeared.
"Get wrecked..." Khan murmured a few words in the air, before sheathing his sword once again.
[Winner: Crimson Gunner, Winner, winner, let's have chicken for dinner!]
The game's winner announcement gave out a reddish luster. The crowd stood in complete silence, enough that you could hear a pin drop. Their eyes glued to the winner notification with utmost disbelief.
"H-hey... wasn't that a beheading...?"
"H-he one shotted... HaX0r..."
"What a god..."
Upon regaining their calm, the crowd exploded into cheers and cheerful banter. Although they felt bad for Super HaX0r, knowing that the tyrant inside was finally dealt with.
An unlocking sound echoed, followed by a tattered figure emerging from a nearby game capsule, just from the looks of his pale face, one could imagine the mental pressure he had endured just from fighting Khan.
Another similar sound rang out, with Khan coming out from a game capsule. The crowd's gaze focused on him. Khan shrugged, he turned towards the leader of the punks.
Being glared at, by the death god, he couldn't help but subconsciously gulp.
"What's your name?" Khan coldly asked.
"My name is Roger... Erm... Nice to meet... you?" Roger stretched his trembling hand. Khan ignored him and scanned the members of his group. The other teenagers behind him shivered, evidently. Khan's gaze contained something that they feared.
"All of you shall clean this game capsule. By tomorrow, I don't want to see any remaining scribbles and markings, do you understand?" Khan spoke with a tone that didn't let any refusal.
The group nodded like chickens pecking rice in response. Khan turned towards Roger, pulled out a game pass and said.
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"Give this to the young man whom you bullied earlier. Compensate him and remember to be respectful." Although Roger felt puzzled, he still nodded his head and accepted the game pass.
Khan turned his back from the crowd and walked outside. However, before he could walk away. His figure shook, harnessing the power on his legs, he leaped backward.
There, he found a blonde haired young man who received quite a shock thanks to Khan's sudden actions. Noticing that the young man didn't hold any ill intent. He frowned and asked.
"What's your business with me?" Khan asked in a cold tone.
The young man gave a gentle smile and withdrew a card from his chest pocket. Khan took the card and inspected it.
Written on the surface of the card was.
[Crimson Flower Gaming Organization; Freed Arche; Executive Producer]
Khan looked at the young man and frowned.
"He looks so young, yet he holds this kind of position." An amused smile leaked from his lips of which he quickly retracted.
"May I know, Senior's name?" The young man stretched his hands towards Khan as he asked.
"My name is Khan Liverto." Khan returned the gesture and spoke.
"Well, this place is quite inappropriate for a talk, may I invite you to a coffee or something along those lines?"
Khan nodded and the two started walking towards a nearby cafe, upon receiving their orders, the two finally talked about official matters.
"Honestly, sir Khan. The way you fought against Super HaX0r was unorthodox." The young man cut the chase and spoke.
"Well, that's because I'm not familiar with guns," Khan replied, his tone unfaltering.
"Although your way of fighting was strange your keen senses and reaction time is extremely remarkable. It was the first time for me, seeing a person blocking bullets with such a small blade." The young man flattered, however, Khan knew that he really went out of control out there. It seems like in this world, blocking those projectiles with a sword seems to be strange.
"And as such, I would like to invite you to join our Gaming Organization." The young man held a gentle smile that could swallow the entire world and bathe it with mirthfulness.
However, the more gentle the person seems to be, the more dangerous they were. Khan's uncountable experiences with people made him wary of such people.
A person like the young man called Freed before him was someone who could hide their schemes deeply. Although it bothered Khan, knowing that he didn't hold any grievances against him, Khan ignored his thoughts and asked.
"I don't think it's appropriate for a first timer to join an Organization." Freed didn't expect this reply and froze. After a while, he spoke in an uncertain tone.
"First time? What do you mean?"
"Hmm? It's my first time playing a game." Khan spoke in a tone that didn't try to hide any illusions and mischief, causing Freed to be dumbfounded and unable to speak.
Sipping his coffee and coughing lightly. Freed asked once more.
"Oh... It's your first time playing a shooter game? That makes sense since your skill with the sword is incredible." Freed tapped on the table and spoke with a tone filled with a sudden epiphany
'It seems like this guy is misunderstanding something...But anyways, it's convenient for me.' Khan thought and nodded.
"Yeah, it's my first time playing a shooter game."
"If that's the case then that's not a problem. Since you can just train and with your skills, I am certain that you can catch up within a month or two." Freed spoke, the smile on his face blooming even more.
"Hmm, let me think about it." Since you can't really slap a smiling face, and Freed's intention didn't seem to harm Khan's daily life, he decided to agree and nodded in confirmation.
"Then, May I know your contact details, so I can contact you next week about your decision?" Freed pressed on and asked.
"Contact details?" Khan asked in a puzzled tone.
"Yep, your phone number or telephone."
"Hmm... I don't have those."
"Eh?" Freed stood in shock, after a while, he regained his calm and spoke.
"Sorry about that, how about I'll just give you my contact details and you'll contact me when you're ready to decide?"
"That will do."
"Okay..." Freed gleefully handed another card, but this time, with more details scribbled. After listening to Freed bragging about the Organization, he finally left satisfied.
Meanwhile, Khan sat there with a pale face and beaded sweat on his forehead. A thought surfaced in his mind followed by a deep sigh.
"He finally stopped talking..." Dragging his bedraggled body outside, he walked towards the direction of the mansion. But before he could walk away, several people holding a huge camera on their shoulders blocked his way.
Flashes of light filled his vision followed by people shoving a microphone towards his asking questions, and prompting him to speak.
Khan could only stand there in shock, as he couldn't comprehend the current situation he was in.
"What the actual fuck is going on here?!"
At this day forth, Khan became a dark horse in the industry of virtual gaming.
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