Death Guns In Another World

Deep within the heart of the berserk dungeon, Alex and his companions stood against an unrelenting army of monsters, waves upon waves of abominations pouring forth from the dungeon's corrupted core.

The air reeked of blood and mana, thick with the chaotic energy of the dungeon. The ground trembled as countless creatures surged forward—orc abominations with jagged bone armor, twisted trolls with glowing veins, undead knights wielding cursed swords, and grotesque chimeras stitched together from various beasts. Their roars and screeches created a deafening cacophony, their glowing eyes filled with nothing but madness and destruction.

But amidst this nightmarish onslaught, stood Alex and his companions, their presence like an unshakable bastion against the chaos.

Alex grinned wickedly, spinning Silveria, his silver gun, in his hand. The weapon gleamed, seemingly thrilled to be in action once more. With a flick of his wrist, he switched to elemental bullets, his eyes scanning the battlefield as his enemies came crashing toward him.

"Let's make this fun."

With inhuman speed, Alex raised Silveria and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A single shot rang out, but the moment the bullet left the barrel, it split into ten, each infused with different elements.

A fire bullet ignited an orc's entire body.

An ice bullet froze a troll mid-charge, shattering it into pieces.

A wind bullet sliced a chimera clean in half.

A lightning bullet surged through an undead knight, reducing it to cinders.

The horde collapsed in waves, but more poured from the darkness, rushing toward them in a frenzy.

Beside Alex, Gracier had summoned her Gift in the form of a golden bow, her eyes glowing with draconic power. The bow was a gift from her divine flames, capable of shaping the very essence of fire. She pulled back the bowstring, and as she did, an arrow of pure golden flame formed in its place.

She released.

The arrow shot forward, but instead of striking a single target—

—it multiplied.

One arrow became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, turning into a rain of golden fire that fell upon the enemy ranks like divine judgment.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions erupted across the battlefield, incinerating monsters by the dozens, their shrieks drowned in the roar of flames.

"Not bad, right?" Gracier smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement.

Maria was already in motion, her sword coated in a blinding silver aura, cutting through the battlefield like a goddess of war. Every swing erased monsters in waves, her raw power sending shockwaves through the ground.

Luna darted between enemies, her golden gauntlets flashing as she pummeled foes into oblivion. Her holy-infused fists shattered undead, her movements so fast that afterimages followed her every motion.

Sakuya danced through the battlefield like a shadow, her twin katanas slicing with deadly precision. Space and Wind magic intertwined around her blades, allowing her to cut through dimensions themselves. Enemies collapsed before they even realized they had been struck.

Hilde, the ice dragon warrior, summoned massive ice pillars that rose from the ground, skewering the monstrosities.

And Ariel, Leonardo's fiancée, conjured storm blades that ripped through flesh like a hurricane, carving through enemies without resistance.

But still—

The dungeon core refused to yield.

The deeper they went, the more monsters emerged, seemingly without end. It was an endless war, an unrelenting horde thrown at them in waves.

Alex narrowed his eyes. This wasn't normal. The berserk dungeon's core was behaving far beyond expectations.

If it could endlessly produce creatures at this scale, then—

"It's absorbing something…" he muttered, eyes flickering with realization.

The dungeon was feeding off life force, the chaos within it growing stronger with every second. If they didn't stop it soon, this place could become an uncontrollable calamity.

A deep, guttural growl echoed through the dungeon.

A new threat had emerged.

From the depths of the dungeon, a monstrous figure loomed forward—a Titan-class berserk fiend, its body covered in pulsating red crystal, its eyes glowing with primal fury.

It roared, shaking the entire dungeon, announcing the next phase of the battle.

Alex grinned, spinning Silveria once more.

"Well, looks like we've got ourselves a boss fight."

The battle was far from over.

The battlefield was a storm of chaos, the berserk dungeon's corruption flooding the area with an infinite tide of monsters. The endless horde—**mutated orcs, cursed undead, abyssal beasts, and malformed giants—**poured from the dungeon's depths, their numbers seemingly without limit.

Yet, amidst this madness, one figure stood undaunted, her presence burning like a second sun in the battlefield.

Gracier.

Her golden bow pulsed with raw draconic power, the air around her shimmering with intense heatwaves. Her flame-kissed hair danced wildly as she pulled the bowstring, her golden eyes locked onto the endless sea of enemies.

A single arrow formed, glowing with the radiance of molten gold, infused with her divine flames. But the moment she released it—

—the true spectacle began.

The lone arrow multiplied instantly, splitting into a thousand radiant projectiles, each burning with a different elemental essence—

Crimson fire that reduced monsters to ashes.

Icy blue frost that froze creatures solid.

Electric violet bolts that crackled and danced, chaining between enemies.

Wind-forged arrows that sliced through flesh like invisible blades.

No matter how fast the monsters moved, no matter how they twisted or dodged—

They could not escape.

Each arrow found its mark, piercing skulls, hearts, and vital points with deadly precision.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The battlefield erupted in chain explosions, waves of fire and lightning cascading through the enemy ranks. The very ground shook violently, craters forming as monsters were obliterated in droves.

An undead ogre, its bloated body reinforced by cursed bones, charged toward her, its massive club raised—only for three golden arrows to pierce its skull, bursting its entire head apart like a fruit.

A shadow chimera, its body shifting like liquid darkness, tried to slip past her vision—but her arrows bent mid-air, curving unnaturally before piercing through its core, unraveling its existence.

A berserk titan, a monstrous being over twenty meters tall, roared as it stomped forward, its rock-like flesh immune to normal weapons.

Gracier did not falter.

This time, she pulled her bowstring further, an enormous golden arrow forming, larger than any before. The moment she fired—

The battlefield turned into a second sun.

A pillar of divine flames descended, the arrow tearing straight through the titan's body, incinerating it from the inside out.

Its death cry was drowned out by the roaring inferno.

And still—more monsters came.

But Gracier never stopped.

She moved with effortless grace, her feet barely touching the ground as she loosed arrow after arrow. She was unstoppable, an avatar of destruction, her golden bow shining like a celestial relic.

The others fought fiercely beside her—Maria's sword flashing, Sakuya's katanas carving through space, Luna's gauntlets shattering bones, Alex's bullets ripping through enemies in rapid succession.

Yet, it was Gracier's relentless storm of arrows that dominated the battlefield, a rain of golden death that never missed.

The monsters began to hesitate.

They feared her.

For they had never faced a huntress whose arrows refused to miss…

A goddess of war, armed with a bow that could bend fate itself.

And she was not done yet.

"Wow! As expected of my little sister" Alex proudly declared, truly pleased with his little sister's progress. He was happy with the other's progress as well. Everything was going well.