Clank.

A hand wearing a white glove pulled the trigger. Gilberto actually didn’t have to pull the trigger anymore because the gun and its bullets were made out of Ether. However, he felt comfortable pulling the trigger as if it had become some kind of ritual to him.

“He truly is a magician…” Gilberto murmured.

It was commonly said that magicians were always prepared.

An unprepared magician was bound to fall behind others and die.

‘Sniping is similar to magicians in that sense.’

Snipers had to be prepared as well.

Sniping locations, escape routes, and traps—snipers had to have all of those prepared, and they also had to use their brains. They had to make sure that their bullets would hit the target, and only then would they pull the trigger.

“I wonder….” Gilberto calmly stared at the approaching Isaac.

‘Isaac—a Heaven and the Heavenly Demon’s right-hand man.’

“I wonder who is more prepared between us?”

***

Swoosh!

Isaac flew across the sea and toward Gilberto.

“You managed to hit me twice, but there won’t be a third time.”

Isaac avoided Gilbert’s bullets while flying toward the latter, but Gilberto’s bullets carried...