White Online
In a quiet part of the snow forest.
A crouching figure was seen next to a tree that was entirely covered in snow.
He was in a firing position while carrying a Musket Rifle. A thin blade reflected the light coming from the sky, which was getting brighter after clouds started to part away.
The crouching figure had a buzzcut hairstyle with bushy eyebrows and full lips. He looked far from attractive, and his bulky figure was not muscular, instead somewhat obese, around his waist.
Every Player has noticed something else during their time in the snow forest.
Name tags aren't visible. Instead, they are invisible.
Everyone has their nameplates located on their chest's.
This crouching figure had one as well; his nameplate had words CrouchingKing.
CrouchingKing took one small step forwards, but instantly he heard a loud banging noise.
*BANG!*
He quickly pulled his foot back and saw a bullet landing on the spot where his foot was only a second ago.
''Damn…'' He cursed with annoyance. CrouchingKing has been fighting against the same opponent for half an hour, and he was getting irritated because he still didn't know where his opponent was!
His opponent keeps changing positions, but not after every shot, instead at very random times.
CrouchingKing doesn't know whether he was wise or stupid.
His opponent was risking everything to kill him, which wasn't very smart. He had a hunch that more than one had already found out their general location, and they could be shot in the back at any moment now.
It won't be CrouchingKing who would be in danger. Instead, they go towards the noise.
The noise was coming from his attacker.
But still, looking around him, he was surrounded by four trees, and his back was completely exposed.
He will die instantly if even one person comes from the south.
His opponent didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Not caring about his bullets or anything whatsoever.
'He is fucking idiot… No wonder Marksmen are called as worst players because shitheads like them.' CrouchingKing peeked behind the tree, trying to see where his opponent was, but he only saw a silhouette.
He couldn't see where his opponent was because another banging noise appeared.
*BANG!*
CrouchingKing quickly pulled his head back, and a bullet flew past the tree and struck another tree right behind him.
He would have left already if he could, but there wasn't enough to cover for him to run away without getting shot.
He hates to admit it, but his opponents' aim was terrifyingly good.
Not a lot of activity was seen in his brain, but CrouchingKing has to admit that even he might not be as good as him when it comes to aiming.
Fifty meters away from CrouchingKing's position.
''I keep missing…'' A youth with jet black hair and an attractive face, which had still a little bit of baby fat, said.
He was also holding a Musket Rifle, which was becoming common sight among Marksmen.
After failing to kill his opponent one more time, he stood up and relocated.
His next position was behind a small snow pile.
He crawled all the way, soon arriving at the top of the snow pile.
His nameplate that told his identity was soon covered in snow, but words could still be seen.
The youth's name was Camper.
'Next shot will kill him…' Camper thought and put his finger, which was slightly trembling, on the trigger.
The temperature was decreasing at an alarming rate, which made him reluctant to stay here, but he had to kill his opponent!
Greed!
He was only 100 XP away from leveling up, and he wanted to reach level 25 and get his second skill.
His rationality said that he should leave as quickly as possible, but another voice told him to keep camping!
'I am Camper… King of Campers!' With his finger on the trigger, he waited patiently, like a proper camper.
The surroundings that were only a moment ago filled with loud banging sounds became quiet.
A cold wind blew, making snowflakes fly around before landing back on the ground.
A small puff of cold air left Camper's lungs, which was very noticeable.
Fifty meters away from him.
CrouchingKing did a quick peek and saw something with a glimpse.
He was sure that he saw something smoking, but since it couldn't be possible, he was convinced that it was his opponent breathing!
Now, he knew where his opponent was.
'Between two trees, on top of a small snow pile…' CrouchingKing smirked and put his finger on the trigger.
Everything will depend on his speed!
He knows that he can't waste any more time and has to make his move!
He took a step backward and was ready to shoot.
CrouchingKing plans to reveal himself and aim straight towards the snow pile. He hopes that his opponent will be shocked and will delay his shot.
It would give him more than enough time to deal a finishing blow.
'Let's do this…' CrouchingKing was more confident than ever, and then… He did a large stride forwards.
His bulky body left his hiding spot and became visible once again.
He turned his Musket Rifle towards the place where he expected his opponent to be and saw the thin blade of Musket Rifle reflecting the light!
It gave a harsh light that revealed Camper's location to everyone near.
'Gotcha…' CrouchingKing grinned and was ready to squeeze.
But then…
*BANG!*
''Oh.'' He noticed a smoke leaving his opponent's barrel and saw a black dot flying straight towards him.
''Fucking, camp—''
*SPURT!*
A bullet pierced through CrouchingKing's forehead, and his previous eyes that were full of life dimmed down considerably.
*BAM!*
His massive body, which was mostly fat, with few signs of muscles around his arms, fell down on the ground with a trail of blood leaving his forehead and staining the ground with the color of blue.
Camper stopped aiming and snorted, ''Easy. No one can defeat me, King Of Campers!''
*Ding* *Ding*
He grinned after a notification popped up in front of him.
[LEVEL UP!]
He was about to stand up, but then a sound appeared.
*BANG!*
Chapter 199: King Of Campers.
A crouching figure was seen next to a tree that was entirely covered in snow.
He was in a firing position while carrying a Musket Rifle. A thin blade reflected the light coming from the sky, which was getting brighter after clouds started to part away.
The crouching figure had a buzzcut hairstyle with bushy eyebrows and full lips. He looked far from attractive, and his bulky figure was not muscular, instead somewhat obese, around his waist.
Every Player has noticed something else during their time in the snow forest.
Name tags aren't visible. Instead, they are invisible.
Everyone has their nameplates located on their chest's.
This crouching figure had one as well; his nameplate had words CrouchingKing.
CrouchingKing took one small step forwards, but instantly he heard a loud banging noise.
*BANG!*
He quickly pulled his foot back and saw a bullet landing on the spot where his foot was only a second ago.
''Damn…'' He cursed with annoyance. CrouchingKing has been fighting against the same opponent for half an hour, and he was getting irritated because he still didn't know where his opponent was!
His opponent keeps changing positions, but not after every shot, instead at very random times.
CrouchingKing doesn't know whether he was wise or stupid.
His opponent was risking everything to kill him, which wasn't very smart. He had a hunch that more than one had already found out their general location, and they could be shot in the back at any moment now.
It won't be CrouchingKing who would be in danger. Instead, they go towards the noise.
The noise was coming from his attacker.
But still, looking around him, he was surrounded by four trees, and his back was completely exposed.
He will die instantly if even one person comes from the south.
His opponent didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Not caring about his bullets or anything whatsoever.
He couldn't see where his opponent was because another banging noise appeared.
*BANG!*
CrouchingKing quickly pulled his head back, and a bullet flew past the tree and struck another tree right behind him.
He would have left already if he could, but there wasn't enough to cover for him to run away without getting shot.
He hates to admit it, but his opponents' aim was terrifyingly good.
Not a lot of activity was seen in his brain, but CrouchingKing has to admit that even he might not be as good as him when it comes to aiming.
Fifty meters away from CrouchingKing's position.
''I keep missing…'' A youth with jet black hair and an attractive face, which had still a little bit of baby fat, said.
He was also holding a Musket Rifle, which was becoming common sight among Marksmen.
After failing to kill his opponent one more time, he stood up and relocated.
His next position was behind a small snow pile.
He crawled all the way, soon arriving at the top of the snow pile.
His nameplate that told his identity was soon covered in snow, but words could still be seen.
The youth's name was Camper.
'Next shot will kill him…' Camper thought and put his finger, which was slightly trembling, on the trigger.
The temperature was decreasing at an alarming rate, which made him reluctant to stay here, but he had to kill his opponent!
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There was a simple reason for it.Greed!
He was only 100 XP away from leveling up, and he wanted to reach level 25 and get his second skill.
'I am Camper… King of Campers!' With his finger on the trigger, he waited patiently, like a proper camper.
The surroundings that were only a moment ago filled with loud banging sounds became quiet.
A cold wind blew, making snowflakes fly around before landing back on the ground.
A small puff of cold air left Camper's lungs, which was very noticeable.
Fifty meters away from him.
CrouchingKing did a quick peek and saw something with a glimpse.
He was sure that he saw something smoking, but since it couldn't be possible, he was convinced that it was his opponent breathing!
Now, he knew where his opponent was.
'Between two trees, on top of a small snow pile…' CrouchingKing smirked and put his finger on the trigger.
Everything will depend on his speed!
He knows that he can't waste any more time and has to make his move!
He took a step backward and was ready to shoot.
CrouchingKing plans to reveal himself and aim straight towards the snow pile. He hopes that his opponent will be shocked and will delay his shot.
It would give him more than enough time to deal a finishing blow.
'Let's do this…' CrouchingKing was more confident than ever, and then… He did a large stride forwards.
His bulky body left his hiding spot and became visible once again.
He turned his Musket Rifle towards the place where he expected his opponent to be and saw the thin blade of Musket Rifle reflecting the light!
It gave a harsh light that revealed Camper's location to everyone near.
'Gotcha…' CrouchingKing grinned and was ready to squeeze.
*BANG!*
''Oh.'' He noticed a smoke leaving his opponent's barrel and saw a black dot flying straight towards him.
''Fucking, camp—''
*SPURT!*
A bullet pierced through CrouchingKing's forehead, and his previous eyes that were full of life dimmed down considerably.
*BAM!*
His massive body, which was mostly fat, with few signs of muscles around his arms, fell down on the ground with a trail of blood leaving his forehead and staining the ground with the color of blue.
Camper stopped aiming and snorted, ''Easy. No one can defeat me, King Of Campers!''
*Ding* *Ding*
He grinned after a notification popped up in front of him.
[LEVEL UP!]
He was about to stand up, but then a sound appeared.
*BANG!*
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