The first shot took a soldier in the shoulder. His armor cracked but didn't break—. The soldier kept coming. Kaito fired again, twice, three times. One fell. Two. Then the M4 jammed.
"Is it?"
The bridge blew.
"Took you long enough," Lyra grinned, pulling a coil of detonation cord from her pack. "Now listen. Bridge Seven is the only way to retreat our main force. If we lose it, the entire southern army gets surrounded. You've got the Summoner's Mark —I saw it flash when you arrived. That means you can call in units from the gacha." ISEKAI FRONTLINE v1.3.4
"Great," Kaito hissed, dropping the rifle and drawing the glowing katana.
The engineer slammed the detonator.
"You know," Lyra said, not looking up from her work, "most commanders would've fed her to the mage as bait." The first shot took a soldier in the shoulder
The flare erupted directly in the Artillery Mage's face—a blinding burst of neon pink and the sound of a thousand vuvuzelas. The mage reeled, his cast disrupted, the purple sphere collapsing into a harmless puff of smoke.
Lyra snorted. "That's what I said about my first arm."
One moment, he was rage-quitting a broken mobile gacha game after his tenth consecutive loss in the arena. The next, he was standing in a muddy trench, the acrid smell of gunpowder and ozone filling his lungs. Above him, a blood-red sky crackled with mana-laced lightning. Before him, a translucent blue window floated, crisp and impossible: Welcome, Commander. Build your squad. Hold the line. Do not feed the dragons. Current Objective: Secure Bridge Seven before dawn. Reinforcements: 0/3 available. Warning: Enemy Artillery Mage spotted (Legendary). Kaito blinked. He was wearing a mismatched set of tactical gear—plate armor on one arm, a modern combat vest on his chest, and a katana strapped across his back that glowed faintly with a skill cooldown timer. In his right hand, a rusty M4 carbine that listed its stats as DUR 42% | AMMO 18/90 | SPECIAL: JAM ON CRIT FAIL . Kaito fired again, twice, three times
He slammed it.
Miko-chan's eyes flickered. "Calculating. His cast time is 8.7 seconds. My dash speed is 19 m/s. If you distract him for 3 seconds, I can close range and disable his focus crystal."