Death Guns In Another World

The battlefield, once filled with endless waves of weaker monsters, suddenly grew eerily silent. The thick miasma of the berserk dungeon curled through the air like living tendrils, and from the depths of the corrupted dungeon, something monstrous emerged.

A colossal figure, towering over the battlefield at nearly twenty meters tall, its hulking body forged from obsidian-like rock, covered in runes of cursed flame that pulsed a deep crimson. Its four muscular arms, each wielding a different elemental weapon, crackled with chaotic energy—a blazing greatsword, an icy halberd, a storm-infused spear, and a shadowy flail.

Its skull-like face, adorned with four demonic horns, split open into a jagged grin, revealing rows of molten fangs. Its eyes, burning with primordial fury, locked onto Gracier, sensing her immense flame affinity—a direct challenge to its dominion.

"An Ifrit Tyrant…?!" Maria gasped, recognizing the creature. An SS rank monster.

Even Alex's eyes narrowed. "That thing… is powerful."

Luna clenched her fists, her holy magic flaring. "We should help—"

But Gracier stepped forward.

Her golden bow still hummed with power, but her grip on it tightened.

Her body felt strained, her mana thinning after countless elemental arrows fired at high speeds. Normally, she wouldn't be exhausted this soon, but something about the berserk dungeon's corruption was draining her reserves faster than usual.

And the Ifrit Tyrant knew it.

With a thunderous roar, the massive entity swung its flaming greatsword, releasing a wall of hellfire that exploded toward her. The heat was so intense that the ground melted instantly, turning into bubbling lava.

Gracier's eyes hardened.

She moved, barely dodging the deadly flames, flipping backward midair—yet the Ifrit was already on her, its shadowy flail whipping forward like a serpent of darkness.

"Tch!"

She twisted her body, raising her bow, barely managing to parry the incoming strike, but the force behind it sent her flying back, crashing through the ground.

A shockwave rippled across the battlefield.

Maria clenched her fists. "Gracier—!"

But before anyone could intervene—

She stood up.

Her heterocromia eyes burned brighter than ever, her dragon blood boiling with determination.

The Ifrit Tyrant laughed, its deep, guttural voice shaking the dungeon. It lifted its icy halberd, aiming to skewer her in one powerful strike—

And then—her bow… shifted.

The golden weapon twisted, the divine energy reshaping into something new.

A scythe.

A magnificent, towering scythe, its blade forged from black dragonsteel, glowing with flame inscriptions. The very edge of the blade shimmered with flames of every color, shifting between crimson, blue, gold, white, and violet—each one representing a different elemental fire.

The moment the weapon settled in her hands—

A surge of power erupted from her body.

The air trembled.

The dungeon itself shook beneath her might.

"Flames of the Dragon Empress—Awaken."

The Ifrit Tyrant's eyes widened, sensing something dangerous—but before it could react, Gracier vanished.

Her speed was monstrous—a blur of golden light.

The ground ruptured beneath her as she reappeared above the Ifrit Tyrant's head, her scythe cleaving downward with terrifying force.

BOOOOM!

A shockwave of multicolored flames erupted, severing one of the Tyrant's four arms in a single stroke.

The Ifrit howled, staggering back, swinging wildly with its remaining weapons, but Gracier weaved between the strikes, her scythe spinning in elegant arcs, slicing through the creature's armor-like flesh with ease.

Her flames weren't normal anymore.

They were divine.

Each slash ignited the Ifrit Tyrant's body in a different kind of flame—

Crimson flames burned its flesh.

Blue flames froze its movements.

Gold flames purified its cursed core.

White flames consumed its essence.

Violet flames twisted space itself.

The Tyrant was helpless before the onslaught.

It roared in agony, trying to summon hellfire from the dungeon's corrupted energy, but Gracier was faster.

She leaped high, her scythe raised overhead, her golden aura expanding like a second sun.

"Draconic Eclipse—Final Hunt!"

She descended—her scythe carving a crescent arc through the air.

The moment the blade met the Ifrit Tyrant's body—

Silence.

Then—

A massive pillar of multicolored flames erupted from the ground, engulfing the Ifrit Tyrant completely.

Its screams were swallowed by the roaring inferno, and its body was disintegrated—not even ashes remained.

The moment the attack ended, the battlefield was left scorched, a deep crater smoldering where the monster once stood.

Silence.

The others stared in awe.

Maria's lips parted slightly. "That… was ridiculous."

Luna whistled, crossing her arms. "She's really showing off now, huh?"

Sakuya smirked. "She's terrifying."

Even Alex, who rarely showed surprise, couldn't help but grin. "Looks like my little sister has surpassed even my expectations."

Gracier, standing in the center of the destruction, let out a soft breath, twirling her scythe before letting it fade back into energy.

She turned back to the group with a satisfied smile.

"I told you—I'm not just a little girl anymore."

The moment the new wave of monsters emerged from the dungeon's depths, the air grew tense. The creatures were stronger, more vicious, their eyes glowing with primal hunger.

But before anyone could react—

Alex moved.

His eyes flashed, and the entire battlefield froze.

Time itself stopped.

The charging monsters, mid-roar, were now motionless, locked in place like statues. The energy radiating from them remained suspended in the air, unable to flow forward.

Even the smallest embers of fire from the previous battle halted, caught between flickering and fading.

A heavy silence fell upon the battlefield.

Then-another power layered over time itself.

Silveria's domain activated.

A mystical energy pulse spread across the dungeon, and with it, magic itself was sealed away.

No spells.

No regeneration.

No reinforcement magic.

Every monster that relied on mana to function became powerless in an instant.

Alex smirked, standing in the center of the battlefield, Silveria gleaming in his hand.

The silver gun pulsed with hunger, resonating with his will.

"Let's end this."

He moved forward-and the slaughter began.

Each pull of the trigger unleashed a bullet of pure annihilation, piercing through monster after monster. His bullets curved, targeting weak points with absolute precision, destroying hearts, shattering skulls, and erasing cores without resistance.

A single shot could take down multiple enemies, the projectiles bouncing between targets, seeking out the next kill with unnatural intelligence.

One moment, the battlefield was filled with hundreds of monsters.

The next—

Everything was dead.

Their bodies, sliced apart, burned, obliterated, or simply erased from existence.

The girls, who had been preparing for battle, stood in complete shock once shocked by Alex's ridiculous display of skills, he was really overpowered.

Luna blinked. "Wait... come again ?"

Maria sighed, placing a hand on her hip.

"He did it again."

Sakuya whistled, clearly impressed.

"Cheat ability. So overpowered. That's not fair."

Gracier, still basking in the warmth of Alex's earlier head pats, simply smiled proudly.

"That's my big brother."

Alex twirled Silveria before holstering her, stretching his arms as if he had done nothing special.

"Alright. Let's keep going."

The others groaned.

"At least let us kill some too!" Luna complained, pouting.

Alex just laughed, walking ahead, the group following behind him deeper into the berserk dungeon wondering where the others were, especially Incursio.

"Hopefully she is having fun!"