Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 264: Like Killing Insects (4) (Part 2)

“That special poison? Lame. Way worse than that other girl.”

Velkist smirked.

“As expected.”

He had the blood of the White Dragon.

If he inherited the power of an ancient species, a poison like this wouldn’t affect him.

Just like it hadn’t affected me.

“If you don’t want to die, hand it over.”

The woman’s expression turned cold.

“And if I refuse?”

Velkist chuckled and tucked the Book of Reversal into his coat.

“Hmph. I really am getting old. To think I’d be pushed around by pests like this.”

The woman laughed bitterly, covering her face.

She glanced between Velkist and me, twisting her lips into a smile.

“My name is Spira Niaxmi, Master Assassin of Makramda. Remember our name. It’s the only courtesy I give before killing my prey.”

Sssss.

With a rough metallic sound, a massive kukri knife was drawn.

Spira twirled the kukri once before crouching.

And in an instant—

She vanished.

“Velkist!”

“I’m aware.”

Without looking back, Velkist drew his sword.

With a loud clang, blue sparks flew as steel clashed with steel.

“I’ll take care of her. You handle the other one.”

The other one.

I looked down.

The steel roof of the train came into view.

I rolled across the floor.

Krrrak!

A giant blade pierced through the roof.

Its crescent shape sliced through the steel, reaching toward me.

I jumped back.

A small shadow emerged through the tear.

“My name is Plogel Niaxmi.”

A young girl, neatly dressed in a train attendant’s uniform, wielded a large scythe.

Of course, Spira wasn’t alone. Another one had been disguised among the passengers.

A common face, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Please remember my sister’s and my names. It’s the last courtesy we offer.”

“Why would I bother with that?”

“Plogel, finish this quickly! We don’t have time!”

“Yes, sister.”

Plogel let her scythe dangle at her side.

Her eyes gleamed coldly as the scythe twisted at an unnatural angle.

I drew Bifrost to counter.

“Ugh!”

In an instant, I was sent tumbling several meters away.

The wind roared. I barely regained my balance. If I had been thrown even a bit farther, I would have fallen off the train.

‘This strength…’

My right hand was torn open.

It wasn’t just raw power.

Even though I could lift 200kg easily, I was thrown aside like a toy.

“A fine sword. I intended to cleave you in half.”

Plogel blinked.

‘Is it something like Mountain Crushing Strength?’

An S-rank skill that grants demonic strength to its user.

In that case, a direct contest of strength wasn’t an option.

I switched the sword to my left hand.

Whoosh!

The crescent arc of the scythe dove in close.

A long slash, followed by a pull.

Krkkrkkrkkr!

I rolled to dodge.

The torn train roof flew off.

She was dismantling the train’s exterior with ease—the same structure I hadn’t been able to damage no matter what I tried.

A Ranker is a Ranker.

Even without runes, their skills don’t vanish.

‘Still…’

I had a chance.

If neither of us could use our special abilities, the outcome would depend on raw skill.

A testament to the work we’d put in, to the sweat we’d shed.

‘Though that’s a bit of a lie.’

The idea of not clashing weapons is absurd.

That puts me at a huge disadvantage.

I had only just unlocked higher swordsmanship techniques.

Slash!

A thin slice of flesh was carved from my left shoulder.

There were no gaps in the girl’s movements.

Normally, with a large, unconventional weapon like a scythe, there would be obvious openings. But the girl in front of me wielded her weapon as if it were a natural extension of her body. Her weapon mastery was at least two or three levels above mine. I retreated towards the rear of the train, dodging her slashes as best as I could.

“Even without runes, I can kill you with ease.”

If I tried any half-hearted parries, my body would be split in two.

Well, I’ve always been the type to rely on brute force rather than technique anyway.

“How far do you think you can run?”

The end of the train was now in sight.

Plogel alternated her grip on the scythe, steadily closing in.

“If you’d handed over the Book of Reversal, at least you could’ve died painlessly. Did you really think you could win without runes? That’s a pathetic misconception. My sister and I have trained in hell long before you were summoned.”

In a split second, I pulled out a dagger and hurled it at her.

Plogel casually caught the blade with her bare hand.

“How foolish.”

“Did you know something?”

“…?”

“If you talk too much, you’ll die.”

There was no need to prolong this fight.

No need to swing my sword dozens of times.

To kill someone, all you need is to strike a vital point once.

Since there was still one more opponent, I didn’t plan on wasting energy here.

“I’ll put an end to you.”

Plogel’s scythe was about 2 meters long.

Her range was far superior to mine. She used that advantage to the fullest.

As the blade glided toward my neck, I ducked at the last moment. The scythe naturally curved, and the massive blade coiled like a snake, aiming to slash my entire body. Her weapon mastery was terrifying.

‘Damn.’

She’s definitely a Ranker.

But that’s why…

“You’re going to die.”

Swish.

A light breeze.

“…?!”

I had driven my sword into Plogel’s heart.

With the blade still embedded, I twisted the hilt.

Splurt.

Blood spilled from the girl’s mouth.

The scythe, which had been hovering near my neck, slipped weakly from her grasp.

Plogel turned around.

Behind her, panting heavily as she climbed onto the roof of the train, was Jenna. She had entered through the hole Plogel had kindly cut open with her scythe.

‘If she still had her runes, this would have been a nightmare.’

But here, she was just a slightly stronger-than-average person.

Plogel hadn’t noticed that Jenna had woken up, or that she had drunk the antidote and drawn her bow. Well, it’s not like anyone has eyes on the back of their head.

“I told you, if you talk too much, you die.”

If she had the time to run her mouth, she should have used it to assess her surroundings.

I kicked Plogel’s body, sending her flying off the fast-moving train.

—

With one assassin down, I quickly turned my attention back to the fight happening above.

Velkist was clashing with Spira in a fierce battle of skill and strength. Sparks flew as their weapons collided, both moving with incredible speed and precision. It was clear Spira wasn’t an ordinary assassin—she was far more dangerous. But Velkist held his own, his expression calm, not breaking a sweat.

“Let’s end this quickly,” I muttered under my breath.

The antidote was secure, and Jenna was back in action. All that was left was to deal with the remaining enemies before any more reinforcements could arrive.

I gripped my sword tightly and prepared to assist Velkist, knowing the next moments would decide whether we lived or died.

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