God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 487: Unknown Attacker [2]

To set the record straight, the main character isn't getting nerfed. The White Phantom identity forces him to hold back on skills to avoid any trace back to Broken Heaven. That's why he mostly relies on his speed and sword skills. That's the kind of self-limitation I was talking about.

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Suddenly, the Twin Dragonfangs shone with increased intensity, and a deep dragon's roar echoed from the swords. Gabriel slashed once, followed by a second strike, and then a third in quick succession. Every cut unleashed a dragon-formed shockwave that raced forward through the chamber.

The shockwaves obliterated the clones in an instant.

One blast demolished a row of clones, while the next eliminated another bunch attempting to circle around him.

The final surge barreled across the space, vaporizing the leftover clones nearly immediately.

Within mere moments, the horde of clones had been utterly eradicated, restoring silence to the room.

The sole survivor was the assassin.

Positioned at the room's distant end, their form trembled faintly. A damp stain marked the floor under their boots, its nature all too obvious.

Gabriel eyed them with a grin. "Are you ready to talk no"

Before he could complete his sentence, the hairs on Gabriel’s nape prickled once more that evening.

Whoosh! Fwoosh!

"Another assassin!"

He pivoted his body weight leftward right as an arrow hurtled in, narrowly missing his cheek and nearly drawing blood.

The arrow hit the floor and detonated instantly, spewing green poison into the atmosphere.

In that fleeting instant, the initial assassin recovered composure and dodged aside. They vaulted through the shattered window, attempting escape.

Gabriel tsked in annoyance. Of course, he didn't linger. He had to uncover his assailants' identities and their motives for targeting him.

Like a fleeting shadow, Gabriel bounded out amid the jagged glass shards. The structure towered over twenty stories, and during his drop, fierce winds nearly dislodged his mask.

Bang!

He slammed onto the concrete roof with a thunderous crash, yet rose upright at once, as if the plunge was insignificant.

Fwoosh! Fwoosh!

Air screamed as arrows poured down onto the exact landing spot.

Bang!

With a foot stomp channeling his over two hundred strength stat, and Bull Rush quietly engaged, he surged ahead, dodging the barrage effortlessly and vaulting to another rooftop while doggedly chasing the winded assassins.

That bowman posed the biggest threat. As he pursued, Gabriel pondered, glancing upward to survey the area.

He couldn't tell if the archer employed a hiding technique or some other trick, but spotting them proved challenging.

The lead assassin, meanwhile, panted harder, their complexion draining paler by the second.

"Damn it, this guy shows no signs of quitting." The assassin's features contorted like they'd bitten into something sour. Their limbs quivered, numbness creeping in.

As they launched into yet another leap, a sharp snap rang out. One leg buckled unnaturally, shattering their poise in a heartbeat.

"Fuck!"

Terror widened their eyes as they pitched forward.

Bracing for the end with shut eyes. From such heights, a crash like that spelled certain doom.

Yet the blow never arrived. Fingers clamped their arm right at the brink.

The assassin's lids flew open in astonishment. Suspended midair, arm ensnared in an iron hold. Looking up, the pale mask loomed above.

Gabriel had snatched them mid-tumble.

For an instant, bewilderment crossed the assassin's face, then it morphed into a bizarre mix of relief and irritation.

Gabriel stayed silent. With a single arm, he hauled them up forcefully and flung them back onto the roof. They tumbled over the rough surface, crashing to a halt near the precipice.

Coughing, they struggled to rise, but quaking legs refused to bear weight.

Gabriel approached at a measured pace. "Ready to talk now?"

The assassin gazed up, gasping for air. Then, astonishing Gabriel, they burst into laughter.

"You... you saved me," the assassin wheezed. "I figured I was done for."

Gabriel remained wordless, simply observing.

The assassin shook their head gradually. "Hilarious. Truly hilarious. Glad to be breathing... yet so cursed."

"Cursed?" Gabriel queried.

The assassin offered a weary grin. "Yep. Never imagined you'd be the one grabbing me."

Gabriel's gaze sharpened behind the mask. "I caught you solely to get answers. Your pathetic life means nothing to me."

The assassin stared for moments, then chuckled feebly once more. "You're every bit as terrifying as rumored."

"Who dispatched you?" Gabriel demanded bluntly.

The assassin parted their lips, but no sound emerged.

It all unfolded in a blur, too swift for even Gabriel to counter.

Fwoooosh!

A piercing whistle sliced the night.

Before a syllable escaped, an arrow streaked across the roof, impaling their skull and nailing them to the concrete.

Blood pooled over the surface as the body slackened.

Silence enveloped the scene briefly.

Gabriel pivoted slowly toward the arrow's origin, face impassive.

His hold on the Twin Dragonfangs clenched firmer. Fury simmered within—not from losing the assassin, but from evidence being snuffed out before his eyes.

They'd planned no mercy for a captured operative. The archer served as backup and executioner on failure. Ruthlessly effective.

He advanced to the roof's lip, peering afar.

On a remote rooftop, a silhouette touched down, rolled fluidly, then bounded onward seamlessly. Moments later, it melted into darkness.

Gabriel tracked the path briefly before refocusing on the remains. The shooter had vanished, but the assassin's body lingered.

Maybe it held clues to unmask his enemies.