I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]!

first shot misses, I will be screwed.

“I’m going to go kill the king after I defeat you.”

“…Kill, kill, kill…”

“That’s the end.
That’s the end of the war for me, for us, for Casemaians.”

“Kill!”

The hero’s eyes glow.
He took a deep step and put all his strength into the slash.
I took his sword from him with my storage.
As soon as I was about to fire, the barrel of the AKM bounced up from my elbow.
At that moment, my hand, which should have been empty, was clenched tightly.

The face of a man with eyes as lifeless as marbles and a twisted smile loomed before me.

“You’re naive!”

A fist swung out of sight and slammed into my cheek.
My body bounces off the ground and rolls to a stop as I plunge into the wreckage of a carriage that should have been far away.
My whole body screams, and the pain paralyzes my extremities.

“…Gah, gofu!”

’

No voice comes out.
Instead, reddish-black blood gushes from my lips.
With just one hit, my ability to fight was eradicated.
The light had returned to the eyes of the hero who was walking towards me.
Those are not the naive, gorilla macho eyes that were once clouded with desire.
There was a light of madness in them, shining brightly and glaringly.

“Damn you…!”

I tried to stand up, but the tip of his toe dug into my stomach.
My whole body was lifted up, and I was kicked away when I was floating.
My bones are creaking, and my internal organs are shaking violently.
The fact that I didn’t die instantly from the hero’s blow is probably due to the fact that my status has increased dramatically in this war.

However, I’m only barely dead.
There was no chance at all that I would be able to defeat this guy in a melee.
Instead of fighting, my limbs are shriveled, and I can’t even stand up.

“My plans are ruined because of you! How many things do you think I have lost?”

“Gubuh!”

I was kicked in the side, and I was bent over and floated in the air.

“My position! And honor! Money! And women! All of it!”

With a frightening succession of kicks, my body was tossed around in a floating, lifting motion.
I can’t speak or react in the slightest, and the final thrust kick sends me flying and tumbling like a rag doll.

I’m going to die.
I’m seriously going to die.

I desperately search for storage.
I’m in a daze and can’t pull it out properly.
I can’t even remember what was in there.

No AKM.
One of the AKM had been cut off, and one of the M1903s had been dropped somewhere.
I probably couldn’t hold something that long if I pulled it out now.
I gave the girls my pistol, my short machine gun, and my sawed-off shotgun.

Anything, any weapon…

“…Oh?”

The first thing that came out of my mouth was a knife.

I pulled it out myself and was amazed at what I was going to use it for in this situation.
I don’t know if Simon gave it to me or if I took it from someone.
It was a hunting knife with a blade about six inches long.
I guess it’s a practical tool for skinning and such.

’

Before I could raise it, it was kicked out and flew away.

“…Damn it… you… useless…”

The hero has a smirk on his lips and grabs me by the hair as I fall and lifts me up.

“You’re the useless one! Are you out of ideas now? Then die.
Die here.
With regret, cry and scream, throw your guts out, and die in the open! Fuck you!”

A fist slammed into my face, and I bounced back up against the pile of carriages without feeling any pain and fell on my face.
It’s a good thing I was hit by my own cover.

A reddish-black blur fills my vision, and light particles are flashing and flickering.
They say a punch to the face can make stars fly, but that’s not a bad expression.

So this is a star.
Yes, that’s what it looks like.

Beyond the stars, I saw something that looked familiar.
I gently touch it, half exposed from the ground behind the wagon.
A warning light flashed vaguely in the back of my head.
What’s this…?

“What are you digging for, a hole to hide in? Or is it a grave?”

I turned my eyes in the direction of the voice.
It’s not a step; it’s a rush, like an instantaneous movement.

The moment the raised foot is about to kick me in the jaw, I jump back in a short teleport and strip off the hero’s armor with my storage and pull out my shotgun instead.

A pump-action Isaka.
However, a barrage of shotgun pellets leaves only a slight abrasion on the stripped body of the guy.
His triumphant face twisted into an ugly mess.

“Don’t underestimate me too much, old man! Who the hell do you think I am, huh? Ah!?”

The body of the hero who stood in front of the wreckage of the carriage with a disdainful smile on his face as I continued to shoot while I jumped back and forth with teleportation…

“I! I’ll kill the Demon King! Save the world! I’m the hero…”

The handmade bomb, which was sprayed by the exposed detonators, also exploded.