Just then, the Cave Dweller Clan soldier who had just gunned down a civilian seemed to sense something. It abruptly looked up—and spotted Firefly standing by the window.
Its twisted face contorted into a grin, revealing jagged teeth. That smile, paired with its grotesque features, was enough to haunt an ordinary girl's dreams.
Without hesitation, it raised its weapon and opened fire.
A barrage of bullets tore through the air. Firefly reacted instantly, diving away from the window as glass shattered and the wall behind her cracked under the impact.
The sheer force of the bullets was terrifying.
The Cave Dweller Clan soldier kept firing, suppressing her with relentless rounds while rapidly closing the distance. Its movements were tactical, calculated—far more intelligent than expected.
To the creature, Firefly's slender human frame meant only one thing: she was prey.
Death was inevitable.
But just as it reached the wall, a shadow flickered.
The monster felt a sharp pain in its abdomen and instinctively doubled over. Then, a chill crept across its forehead.
It looked up—only to see the silver-haired girl standing above it, a sleek, compact firearm aimed directly at its skull.
"Die… you ugly freak."
Bang! –456
The shot rang out.
A bloody hole burst open in the creature's gray head. Though Firefly had dodged in time, a splash of green blood still stained the hem of her white skirt.
She exhaled, then glanced at the system panel.
Crypt Clan Infantry Strength: 15 Agility: 14 Stamina: 20 Spirit: 5
Skill – Ruthless:
The grotesque appearance and bloodthirsty nature of the Cave Dweller Clan intimidate weaker beings, reducing their combat attributes by 10%.
Evaluation: The most common low-tier infantry of the Cave Dweller Clan, but physically superior to most humans.
Firefly's eyes narrowed.
These stats… and it's just a basic mob?
Its attributes rivaled a Level 10 player—and that was without factoring in its combat experience or sheer numbers.
She turned her gaze to the street below.
Flames raged. The ground was littered with shattered corpses and blood. It was a vision of hell—war in its cruelest form.
More Cave Dweller Clan soldiers had spotted her. They were converging.
Firefly didn't hesitate.
She bolted toward the distant street, where she saw the silhouettes of human forces—soldiers in combat suits, tanks rolling through rubble, engaged in fierce firefights.
But they were at least a kilometer away.
Between her and safety lay scattered enemy patrols. A single misstep could mean being surrounded.
She had no choice.
Firefly picked up the rifle dropped by the dead soldier. It was blood-red and crude—far from the polished design of human weapons.
Cave Dweller Clan Standard Rifle (Common Grade) Attack: 250–300 Durability: 60/100 Magazine Capacity: 100 rounds Requirement: Strength > 10
Evaluation: Standard infantry weapon of the Cave Dweller Clan. High ammo capacity makes it heavy and unwieldy for humans.
Note: Cannot be taken out of the dungeon world.
Fortunately, Firefly's physical stats were nearly ten times that of a normal human. She handled the weapon with ease.
She holstered Rose's Woe and slung the rifle over her shoulder. In a battlefield like this, firepower mattered more than finesse.
Thanks to her passive skill, she adapted quickly.
Gun Mastery (Exquisite Grade) Effect: Increases firearm power by 50%
Firefly sprinted through the chaos, weaving between collapsed buildings and debris. She fired as she moved, each bullet striking true—taking down Cave Dweller soldiers before they could react.
The survivors scrambled for cover, peeking out only to return fire.
Using the brief lull, Firefly pushed forward. She vaulted off a billboard, landed gracefully, and scavenged a fresh magazine from a fallen enemy.
With a smooth motion, she ejected the empty clip and reloaded.
Her shots were precise, her movements fluid—an elegant dance of destruction.
But then, her path was blocked.
A towering figure loomed ahead.
It had the same gray skin and monstrous features, but it was far larger—nearly four meters tall. Its muscles bulged like forged steel, and it wore heavy armor. A rocket launcher-like weapon rested on its shoulder.
This was no ordinary soldier.
This was a Di Xue Zu Elite Infantry.
Di Xue Zu Elite Infantry Strength: 40 Agility: 20 Stamina: 40 Spirit: 10
Skills:
Ruthless: Intimidates weaker enemies, reducing their combat attributes by 10%. Solid Armor: Flesh-bound armor grants +500 Armor but reduces agility.
Firefly raised her rifle and aimed for its exposed eyes.
But the creature blocked the shot with its arm.
Bullets clanged against its armor.
–1 –2 –1 –3
Single-digit damage.
The rifle was useless.
She dropped it.
Then, she raised her right arm.
The sleek, sci-fi mechanical gauntlet gleamed in the firelight—her Mechanical Power Arm, forged with precision and power.
Looks like I'll have to deal with you… another way.