With the all-terrain bike as his means of transportation, Rozen quickly traversed the battlefield without hesitation. He neither opted for sniping nor took cover, instead boldly riding under the sunlight toward one player after another.
And where was he heading?
Naturally, to wherever players were located.
"Even if Death Gun has optical camouflage, making it impossible for the satellite to locate him, the other players are not as fortunate."
"As long as I eliminate the rest of the players, leaving only me and him, he'll have no choice but to come out."
"Or perhaps, he won't be able to resist and will act while I'm moving."
No longer wanting to toy around with Death Gun, Rozen planned to end the BoB tournament in the simplest and most brutal way possible.
Thus, he blatantly roamed the battlefield, waiting for the satellite to pass overhead. Once it updated the holographic map on his tracker, he headed directly toward the players' positions.
As a result, the participants in this BoB tournament began experiencing a nightmare-like ordeal.
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"Hahaha! Die!"
In a mountainous region, a player wielding a submachine gun was laughing wildly as they showered bullets upon another player who had run out of ammo. The helpless victim tried to flee but was ultimately trapped under countless ballistic prediction lines, leaving no room to escape.
"Damn it!"
The player cursed regretfully, accepting their inevitable defeat.
"Haha!"
Seeing this, the submachine gun wielder laughed even louder, preparing to pull the trigger to finish off their opponent when suddenly, the situation changed.
"Vroom…!"
A roaring sound of wheels and an engine erupted as an all-terrain tricycle barreled into the battlefield.
"That… that's…!?"
The player, resigned to their fate, widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Magus!?"
The submachine gun-wielding player's expression shifted drastically upon recognizing the figure in the driver's seat.
Rozen, sitting on the bike, watched the scene with no discernible emotion. He drew a large revolver from his waist and aimed it at the submachine gun wielder.
Ballistic prediction lines locked onto their forehead.
"Bang—!"
The deafening gunshot echoed as a single, immensely powerful bullet tore through the air.
"Splat!"
The submachine gun wielder's forehead was pierced, their head exploding in the process, leaving behind a headless corpse that collapsed lifelessly on the spot.
"He's dead…? Serves him right!"
The ammo-depleted player rejoiced at the downfall of the one who had cornered them.
Unfortunately, their joy was short-lived, as a grenade dropped from above, landing at their feet. Their expression froze.
"Boom—!"
The explosion roared, sending flames and smoke billowing into the air.
Without even looking back, Rozen continued riding his all-terrain tricycle, leaving behind a trail of dust.
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"Huff… huff… huff…"
In a deserted wasteland, a player clutching a sniper rifle fled frantically, a look of despair etched across their face.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Their face twisted in fury and frustration, a blend of indignation, helplessness, and despair.
"Vroom…!"
Behind them, the roaring sound of wheels and an engine grew louder, accompanied by swirling sand and dust.
Rozen, like a grim reaper, pursued the sniper on his bike.
Naturally, a sniper's AGI (Agility) could never match the speed of an all-terrain vehicle. He quickly closed the distance.
Hearing the sound grow closer, the sniper player's despair turned into frenzy.
"I'll take you down with me!"
Realizing there was no escape, the sniper stopped, turned, and aimed their weapon, letting out a crazed roar.
But by then, the bike had already reached their side.
"Swish—!"
A flash of light sliced through the air.
"Slash!"
A sharp blade cut across the sniper's throat, and then it vanished.
Seated on the bike, Rozen sheathed the knife he had drawn. Without glancing back, he continued forward, leaving behind the sniper's body as they collapsed with wide, unseeing eyes.
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Thus began Rozen's spree of carnage across the isolated island.
Sometimes, he barged into ongoing fights, taking out both players.
Other times, he rooted out hidden gunners and snipers, eliminating them swiftly.
Occasionally, his reckless and aggressive actions lured opportunistic players out of hiding, only for them to be defeated in turn.
Utilizing the mobility of the all-terrain tricycle and the satellite-enabled holographic map, Rozen methodically took down one player after another, dominating the battlefield.
Those watching on their screens couldn't help but gape in shock.
"This is brutal!"
"Absolutely savage!"
"Damn, what's with this guy?"
"He's completely taking over the battlefield. Can't anyone stop him?"
"Stop him? Didn't you see he even took out Yamikaze?"
"There's no stopping him anymore."
"It looks like Magus is destined to win this year's BoB."
"Yeah."
"He's downright inhuman."
Spectators marveled at Rozen's performance, abandoning all hope for the other participants.
The conclusion seemed inevitable: Rozen would win.
As Rozen continued his rampage, the number of players dwindled rapidly.
Excluding Death Gun, who remained undetectable thanks to optical camouflage, and Shinon, out of thirty participants, thirteen had been eliminated in battles amongst themselves. Almost all the others were killed by Rozen.
In other words, Rozen had singlehandedly taken down fourteen players, including Yamikaze.
Who could doubt his victory now?
As Rozen came to a stop, only two players remained on the battlefield.
One was Rozen himself.
The other was Shinon.
The holographic map displayed only two glowing dots, representing the last two competitors.
One other player remained—a hidden survivor.
"…Has it… reached the endgame?"
In a shadowy area, a cloaked figure with a skeletal mask and a sniper rifle stared at the map. The glowing eyes of the skull mask flickered red, and steam hissed from its edges.
"In that case… it's time to begin."
"Let me… kill you."
"Magus…"
Muttering these words, the cloaked figure melted into the darkness, disappearing from sight.
And so, the final act began.