CHAPTER 252: MASS KILLING INSIDE THE DUNGEON: SUMMONING THE TWIN DRAGON FANGS!

Dozens of guild banners fluttered as chaos reigned.

"Retreat! Fall back!"

"He’s wiping entire squads!"

"What kind of rifle has infinite ammo?!"

"Who the hell is this guy?!"

"Don’t run, damn it! He’s just one man!" the Knight roared, rallying his guild. "We’re Azure Dawn, not cowards!"

Another explosion swallowed his words.

BOOM—!

The survivors scattered like ants. Gabriel advanced slowly, his movements precise, each shot deliberate. He switched from burst to beam mode mid-fight, slicing through barriers and magic attacks alike.

Then, suddenly, something happened that stunned everyone—even the developers!

BOOM!

An explosion erupted, but this time it didn’t come from the players’ ranks—it came from the person who had been massacring everyone in his path like a god of annihilation.

The fighting froze momentarily, and all eyes turned toward Gabriel.

Meanwhile, he slowly lowered his gaze to his hand.

The barrel of the Hellfire Turret had exploded.

’It seems I overcharged it with mana,’ he frowned. The firearm was no longer usable, and his hand stung from the blast.

He threw the broken weapon aside and turned back toward the horde of players.

The leader of Azure Dawn swallowed hard, eyes widening. "The gun... it’s destroyed!"

"Hahaha! He’s finished!" another player laughed, adrenaline coursing through his veins as a new wave of determination surged. "All this while, it was that gun holding him together! Now that it’s gone, he won’t be able to fight! Everyone—attack!"

The Azure Dawn leader roared, and over three thousand players charged forward at one man, faces lit with triumphant grins.

Without the Hellfire Turret, Gabriel reached into his inventory and retrieved another weapon.

This time, it was the godly relic—the twin Dragonfang Blades that once belonged to Bai Young, the legendary martial artist. The moment he held them, a surge of strength coursed through his veins.

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[Twin Dragonfangs – Gold]

[Durability: 199/400]

[Description: Requires 100 Strength and 100 Agility to wield. Each strike deals +15% true damage and can absorb low-tier spells or skills, converting them into bonus damage. Consecutive slashes unleash dragon-shaped shockwaves. Grants +50 Strength while equipped, and attack speed increases the longer the fight continues.]

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He had chosen this weapon because few players had ever seen it, and they couldn’t trace it back to Broken Heaven.

The reason Gabriel didn’t want his true identity exposed wasn’t fear—neither of retaliation from players nor from developers—but simple curiosity. He wanted to test how long he could stand against thousands while using minimal skills.

At the same time, he was crafting a new persona.

Sir Broken was known as the benevolent, powerful, and charismatic NPC loved by thousands.

But this persona would be the exact opposite.

The time he spent lost in thought barely lasted ten seconds before he sensed the first wave of players closing in.

He tightened his grip on the Twin Dragonfangs. The weight felt perfect. The blades shimmered faintly, arcs of draconic energy crawling across the edges like lightning veins.

The first wave reached him—swords, spears, and spells all converging. Fireballs streaked through the water-thick air; lightning cracked. But before any attack could land, he activated Bull Rush and vanished.

WHOOSH! BOOM!

The spot he’d stood in collapsed inward, forming a crater several meters deep.

The next second—

SLASH!

A streak of red light flashed through the crowd. Twenty players froze mid-charge before their bodies fragmented into glowing dust.

"W-what the hell?!"

"He’s fast! Too fast!"

They didn’t even see him swing. Only the afterimage remained—wind pressure rippling where he’d been.

Gabriel reappeared behind them moments later, twin blades resting loosely at his sides.

He moved through them like a ghost. Each swing triggered the Dragonfangs’ passive—speed rising, power compounding.

To the spectators watching from streams and in-game cameras, it looked unreal—one masked man dancing through hundreds like smoke.

"Don’t clump together!" a mage screamed in panic. "Spread out!"

But it was already too late.

Gabriel’s eyes glowed as he roared, "Dragon Fang—Second Form!"

He crossed the blades in front of him, mana flowing through his arms. Twin silhouettes of dragons erupted from the blades—one crimson, one blue. They roared silently and burst outward in a spiral, tearing through dozens of players like a living storm.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Explosions rippled through the clearing. Trees toppled, soil split, and the ground itself quaked. Even the respawn point outside the dungeon trembled.

The Azure Dawn leader barely raised his shield before being flung backward, landing on his knees.

"Dammit!"

Gabriel straightened, his white mask reflecting the dying flames. His health bar barely moved, though his mana consumption was dropping fast.

"Don’t let him recover!"

"Bomb him! Use everything!"

Hundreds of spells filled the air—fireballs, ice shards, lightning bolts, wind blades, arrows. The entire field became a sea of magic.

Gabriel raised both swords and slashed downward.

The two dragons—blue and red—merged, forming a rotating barrier of energy. Dozens of mages cast in unison, filling the sky with meteors and frost arrows—but the blades absorbed them, drinking their mana. The next swing unleashed that stored power in a devastating counter-explosion.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Hundreds were blasted backward. Notifications flooded the players’ screens.

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

[Ding! You have been killed...!]

Panic spread across the battlefield. Players began stepping back, faces masks of terror.

"He’s not human!"

"Who fights like that without cooldowns?!"

"It’s like he knows every move before we make it!"

"One more death and I’m back to level zero!"

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Inside the developer HQ...

"Sir, he’s reached 4,000 confirmed kills!" a staff member shouted, wiping sweat from his forehead. "What should we do?"

The assistant lead developer—second only to the game’s creator—paced back and forth, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Feeling every gaze in the room on him, he sweated profusely, desperately trying to come up with a solution.

Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.

He had an idea.