BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

858 Hunting for Shade (15)

Camille crouched behind a shattered wall, her breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She peered through a crack, her eyes locking onto her opponent.

The man standing in front of her was dressed in the same uniforms as the guards in the villa.

The most striking feature, however, was not the attire but the cold, calculated demeanor that radiated from the silhouette, a brain crystal gun in his hands.

This man spelled trouble. Clearly, he had extensive training and was proficient with firearms.

For years Camille had been the only one that made guns effective against Thaids.

Her power allowed her to imbue mana into items, and by using particular material, such as Eshalt, she could increase the power her bullets unleashed.

However, as brain crystal guns spread, more and more people started using them.

The difference was that, contrary to her, they also had their own brain crystal power.

Camille was in disadvantage against foes with gun, because they erased any advantage she had, but had one she didn’t posses.

<Fuck… this isn’t looking good. > she thought while loading her gun with her Eshalt-made bullets.

Then a mad glint appeared in her eyes. The situation was hard, but that was quite what she liked about it.

Her finger caressed the trigger, imbuing the next bullet with raw mana and amplifying its destructive power. She took a deep breath and then got out of cover.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Camille and the man exchanged bullets, one after the other.

However, neither of the two landed one. Both fighters were fast, and taking aim in an area littered with items obscuring their sight wasn’t simple.

This was the first time Camille found herself in such a situation, because never she failed a shot.

<This guy is getting on my nerves! >

A gunshot echoed, and Camille barely dodged in time. The bullet grazed her shoulder and sending shards of the wall flying.

Pain flared, but she pushed it aside, understanding that any sign of weakness could be her downfall.

<He is good, > she said. That admission wasn’t easy to make and forced her to reassess her strategy.

<But I didn’t get to where I am by being outplayed. >

She grinned. She started unloading her magazine with a savage glint in her eyes.

The man did the same, avoiding Camille’s bullet while shooting at her with his.

“Take this!” she shot another one, which grazed the man on his leg.

But he was unfazed. The attack was not painful and for sure not disabling.

Then, both he and Camille shot another bullet, but the only sound that came out was that of empty magazines.

“Fuck!”

Here, both had two options, and they knew it. They could either run and load their guns, or go melee.

The man hadn’t doubts about it, he still had his brain crystal power, and it allowed him to summon a sword.

He conjured the weapon; the mana swirling around his hands, and then he charged.

“CRAP.”

Camille didn’t have the time to load the gun. “If you think I’m weak in a melee fight, you are entirely mistaken.”

The woman wasn’t crazy enough not to bring a melee weapon with her.

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There was a real beauty with her that day, a sword entirely made of Aclaitrium.

Camille stepped back a couple of meters, just enough to have the time to unsheathe her sword.

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Camille barely made in time to take the weapon and parrying the attack.

“Not so lucky, uh?”

“Shut up,” the man said. “You are getting on my nerves.”

Camille’s grin increased even more. “Oh, c’mon, I thought we were having fun.”

The man redoubled his efforts to win against the woman using brute strength.

The fact that he was unable to do it left him utterly perplexed.

Camille was famous in Etrium, even more in Nokisi point, and he knew she was a gunner.

Tales of her aiming skills were legendary. There were rumors she killed a target at a 7 kilometers distance with a pistol. A fucking pistol.

She shouldn’t have been able to resist him, right? Besides, she was using an Aclaitrium sword, while he was using a mana made one.

There was no chance that a physical sword, no matter how durable its material was, could sustain the strength of a mana sword.

But here was the point: Camille could imbue ITEMS with mana, not simply bullets. “I think you underestimated me.”

Camille unleashed a powerful kick aimed directly at her opponent’s stomach.

Her leg connected with a force that seemed to echo through the room, propelling the man backward with such intensity that he flew several meters through the air before crashing against the wall.

The impact resonated with a heavy thud, dust billowing around him as he slumped to the ground, momentarily dazed by the sheer force of the strike.

Camille’s hand moved to her back, right near her waist, where she drew a second gun, its metallic sheen catching the faint light of the desolate environment.

Her gaze locked onto the man, now struggling to regain his bearings against the wall.

A victorious grin spread across her face as she noted the unmistakable glint of fear in his eyes, a fear that hadn’t been there moments before.

“Did you really think I didn’t have a backup?” Her grin widened, the thrill of the hunt clear in her stance.

At that critical moment, Camille’s finger tightened on the trigger with deliberate intent.

The man found himself with no avenue for escape. His miscalculation of Camille’s preparedness sealed his fate.

He had underestimated her, a mistake that was going to cost him his life.

With the inevitability of the situation hanging in the air, the realization dawned on him too late. Camille was about to claim her victory.

Suddenly, she spotted her opportunity—a brief lapse in her opponent’s vigilance. She took her position; her aim steady.

“This one’s for all the marbles,” she said, squeezing the trigger.

The bullet flew, a streak of mana-enhanced destruction aimed straight at her foe.