I kneeled on the ground. Professional snipers used all sorts of equipment like tripods, a scope, and ear muffs, but I only needed aether. Click— I aimed towards the watchtower and spotted Jain with my thousand-mile eyes. I hid on a mountain ridge 5 km northwest of the World’s End Bridge. A cold wind blew as starlight sparkled in the sky.

Me: Are you ready?

I messaged Jain who prepared for the show.

PhantomThief: Yep, I’m good. How much is your bounty again?

Me: Crevon offered 150,000 TP. You can take all of it.

PhantomThief: Ooh, this is why you’re so great. That stingy Cheok Jungyeong would…

That amount felt like chump change to me. It only equaled my daily profit from Prestige, but I received less than 10% because of my various charitable services. The preparations seemed finished. I didn’t reveal my nickname to Jin Seyeon and Aileen. Instead, I loaned them a rare item called the [Lv.4 Infinitely Multiplying Communication Letter]. Jin Seyeon’s handwriting appeared on my copy.

[We’re standing at the bridge entrance.]

I examined my weapon. I brought 8 sniper bullets with me, magic bullets personally crafted by Prestige’s skilled blacksmiths. Naturally, they packed more power than factory-made bullets.

I infused stigma’s magic power into them, but didn’t add any special attributes. Magic bullets flew silently and stigma only amplified their original properties. If I had to modify the names of their properties… it would have to be something like increased fanciness and...