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In a quiet part of the snow forest.

A crouching figure was seen next to a tree that was entirely covered in snow.

He was in a firing position while carrying a Musket Rifle. A thin blade reflected the light coming from the sky, which was getting brighter after clouds started to part away.

The crouching figure had a buzzcut hairstyle with bushy eyebrows and full lips. He looked far from attractive, and his bulky figure was not muscular, instead somewhat obese, around his waist.

Every Player has noticed something else during their time in the snow forest.

Name tags aren ’t visible. Instead, they are invisible.

Everyone has their nameplates located on their chest ’s.

This crouching figure had one as well; his nameplate had words CrouchingKing.

CrouchingKing took one small step forwards, but instantly he heard a loud banging noise.

*BANG!*

He quickly pulled his foot back and saw a bullet landing on the spot where his foot was only a second ago.

’ ’Damn… ’ ’ He cursed with annoyance. CrouchingKing has been fighting against the same opponent for half an hour, and he was getting irritated because he still didn ’t know where his opponent was!

His opponent keeps changing positions, but not after every shot, instead at very random times.

CrouchingKing doesn ’t know whether he was wise or stupid.

His opponent was risking everything to kill him, which wasn ’t very smart. He had a hunch that more than one had already found out their general location, and they could be shot in the back at any moment now.

It won ’t be CrouchingKing who would be in danger. Instead, they go towards the noise.

The noise was coming from his attacker.

But still, looking around him, he was surrounded by four trees, and his back was completely exposed.

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He will die instantly if even one person comes from the south.

His opponent didn ’t seem to have any intention of stopping. Not caring about his bullets or anything whatsoever.

’He is fucking idiot… No wonder Marksmen are called as worst players because shitheads like them. ’ CrouchingKing peeked behind the tree, trying to see where his opponent was, but he only saw a silhouette.

He couldn ’t see where his opponent was because another banging noise appeared.

*BANG!*

CrouchingKing quickly pulled his head back, and a bullet flew past the tree and struck another tree right behind him.