Dragged Into Another World Because of My Otaku Friend-Chapter 116: Too Strong

Bob’s body then dimmed into red particles before vanishing into the air.

"Bob!" I screamed again.

My best friend had just been killed in front of me.

Ding!

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[User: Bob defeated!]

[User: Bob transported back to the real world]

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At that instant, a flood of emotions crashed into my heart.

One of them was relief, knowing he wasn’t truly dead. He was probably already back in our room.

But rage quickly followed, boiling in my chest after seeing my friend stabbed like that.

I gripped Indra, now in gun form, and summoned the Gaia Sword in my left hand.

Without hesitation, I charged forward toward Gazelle.

Swoosh!

Bang!

I slashed at him and fired simultaneously. Every strike, every shot, was fast, far too fast for an average person to follow.

Gazelle’s sarcastic smile began to fade. He quickly shifted to full defense, focusing on dodging my attacks.

Ping! Ping!

The sound of clashing blades rang out. Gazelle deflected every bullet I fired and blocked every slash I threw at him.

I suddenly stepped back, then dashed to the side.

Gazelle mirrored me, running parallel, never breaking focus.

I fired again, casting [Iron Spike Bullets] as I moved. He swatted the metal projectiles aside with his blade.

Then he raised his gun, a sleek weapon with a sharp, curved design that resembled a crow’s beak at the barrel. Without hesitation, he aimed it straight at me and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Normally, in my Hero Grace form, I could clearly track any projectile fired at me as my enhanced senses and reaction speed made it almost effortless. So I was already preparing to deflect the bullet with Indra.

But this time, it failed me.

Thud!

"Argh!" I cried out, grabbing my left arm.

The bullet had hit me directly, blood splattered and began dripping down my hand, pooling onto the ground.

I could feel the warmth of it trailing down my skin.

How...?

How did I not see that bullet in this form?

I was stunned.

Bang! Bang!

Gazelle didn’t give me time to think, he kept firing. I dashed to the side, trying to avoid becoming an easy target. He chased after me without hesitation.

And I wasn’t exaggerating, he was fast.

Even against someone using Hero Grace... he was keeping up.

"Damn it! He’s too strong!" I muttered through gritted teeth.

This, this was by far the strongest enemy I’d faced in this world. He was on another level. Far beyond what we were ready to handle right now.

As I kept moving, suddenly the glowing aura around me flickered, then vanished entirely.

A wave of exhaustion hit me like a wall, dragging my limbs down.

Hero Grace had reached its limit.

Its Cooldown had started.

I knew I was going to lose.

Even with Hero Grace, I couldn’t land a hit on him, what chance did I have now, in my weakened state?

Still... I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I turned to face Gazelle.He was already mid-air, lunging toward me with his sword drawn, ready to pierce me.

I picked [Granitecracker Bomb] from the system, and a large bomb materialized in my left hand.

Thud!

The sword stabbed into my abdomen.

A sharp, searing pain radiated from the point of impact and spread through my entire body.

Gazelle smirked in front of me, the blade still buried deep,he twisting it without mercy.

I groaned in agony as I could feel my organs tearing apart inside me.

"Too weak," Gazelle said with a sneer. "But at least you gave me some fun."

Blood dripped from my mouth.

But then, I looked up. My eyes locked onto his.

With my left hand, I grabbed the blade.

My blood gushed out, but I didn’t let go.

His smirk faded. He tried to pull the sword out, but I held firm, gripping the blade tightly, bleeding and trembling, but refusing to let him go.

"What are you doing?!" Gazelle’s voice finally cracked, a trace of panic leaking through.

My mouth curved into a grin, blood running down my chin.

"If I go down... you’re coming with me."

The [Granitecracker Bomb] in my right hand began to shine, glowing brighter and brighter before...

BOOM!

And then, everything went black.

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The dust from the explosion began to settle, carried away by the wind.

Standing in the middle of the fading smoke... a lone figure emerged. It was cloaked in wings, charred and smoldering, but still intact.

Slowly, the figure unfurled its wings, and scorched feathers drifted down like ash.

Gazelle looked down at his wings, then calmly raised his hands.

Thump!

With a firm pull, he tore both wings from his body and threw them aside. His face remained expressionless.

"To think that man had a skill like that up his sleeve..." he muttered. "If not for my wings, I would’ve been obliterated."

He turned and began to walk into the darkness, his steps unhurried.

"I can’t wait to meet them again," he said with a wide, chilling smile.

The air around him grew heavy, thick with killing intent.

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Thump!

My butt hit the floor.

I quickly looked around, then immediately checked my body. No holes. No blood. And no pain.

I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the effects from that arena didn’t carry over to this world.

Bob was doing the same, frantically patting himself down with a panicked look on his face. It seemed we got teleported back to this world at the same time, even though he died first.

I stood up and grabbed some water, handing a bottle to Bob.

"That was totally terrifying, dude! I really thought I was gonna die for real!" Bob said with a nervous smile as he chugged the water.

I just stared at him sharply.

"I told you to pick a low-rarity monster. That winged thing was insanely strong. I couldn’t even touch him in Hero Grace form."

Then I paused, thinking.

If that monster was only Super Rare... I can’t even imagine what horrors we’ll face from Ultra Rare and beyond.

And deep down, a chilling realization crept into my mind...

It like Gazelle... he wasn’t even trying his best against us.