The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [7]

Li Wei deeply regretted everything.

Now he finally understood why the word “bandit” in the quest description had a question mark after it.

Turns out the "bandits" were three low-level demons.

He had entered the barn at Gray Farm with two newbies in tow. When he saw all the cattle and sheep huddled inside, he was still wondering why they were there.

Then, lit by the flicker of the kerosene lamp, three hulking figures—each between two and three meters tall—stepped into view.

Later, with Anna's help, he would learn their names: demons.

Demons—beings from a plane known as “Hell.” They were no smarter than wild beasts, but their lethality was in a league of its own: claws sharp enough to rend armor, wings like giant bats—they were born for war.

They weren’t products of evolution, nor creations of gods. They were weapons—forged by conflict.

Faced with such monsters, Li Wei gave it everything he had. With help from Anna’s two bullets, they managed to take down one of the low-level demons.

But the remaining two? Totally out of his league. He’d barely managed to get Victor and Anna out of the barn alive.

Behind them, a herd of cattle and sheep stampeded out—some of them bloodied, clearly having served as the demons’ food supply. It also confirmed why those demons had stormed Natalie’s ancestral farm in the first place.

“Those two nuns totally scammed us!” Victor shouted, panting as he ran. He was already trying to remember where the respawn point was.

“Look out—up ahead!” Anna shouted from the rear.

Li Wei and Victor looked forward—and froze.

At some point, another low-level demon had appeared, now blocking the farm’s exit.

They were surrounded.

“Shit… Try to run if you can,” Li Wei muttered, sounding resigned, but inside, a fire burned.

This mess was his fault for not doing better recon. The guilt gnawed at him.

Failure wasn’t the end. He’d respawn after twelve hours and be good as new.

But wiping in front of two newbies? Humiliating.

Even in death, a man stays a boy at heart.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG—

Just as Li Wei was preparing his valiant last stand, a flurry of gunshots rang out, startling him so badly he almost dropped his sword.

The demon at the exit collapsed, a hole through its head.

Helen stepped into the farm, revolver smoking in her hand.

Right behind her came Natalie, legs trembling as she raised her gun at the approaching demon.

“Sorry we’re late. Faulty intel on our part,” Helen said with a sincere smile.

Not a single word about compensation, of course.

“Ah—n-no worries!” Victor stammered, blushing hard as his earlier frustration evaporated under Helen’s disarmingly cute expression.

Natalie edged up to Helen and asked, voice shaking, “Sister Helen, do you have any bullets left?”

“All spent,” Helen replied, blinking blankly.

He had emptied his revolver completely to compensate for his horrible aim.

A bad shot—but plenty of bullets could patch that up.

“I’m out too.” Natalie pointed tearfully at her pistol… and at the demon now closing in.

There was no time to reload.

A heavy silence fell.

Helen turned to look at Li Wei.

Cold sweat trickled down Li Wei’s back.

“Brother, could you buy us some time?” Helen clasped her hands, her innocent face radiating desperate purity.

Li Wei grabbed his head, waging a war between logic and emotion.

Logic screamed: You’re being used as bait!

Emotion whispered: It’s an adorably pleading nun, and you’re hesitating?!

“Miss Anna, here—bullets!” Natalie swiftly handed ammunition to Anna from the burlap sack.

Anna accepted them with practiced efficiency.

The demon reached them in moments.

Victor screamed.

And Li Wei—gritting his teeth—grabbed his rusty sword and charged headlong into battle.

“Oho, not bad,” Helen murmured as she reloaded, appraising his effort. “Three or four hits in before dying? He could make it into a strategy team.”

Click!

Natalie finished reloading and fired straight at the demon’s head.

The bullet struck… its horn.

“That’s…” Anna faltered, unsure what to say.

Maybe NPCs were nerfed? She began to wonder if this was like those old single-player RPGs where party members always had garbage DPS.

Helen fired next. And missed. Wildly.

She nearly shot Li Wei in the back.

Anna decided she couldn't count on the NPCs and hurried to reload. Just as she raised her gun—

THUNK!

Li Wei slammed into a wall and crumpled, unconscious.

“Oh no, the pro went dark!” Victor yelled.

In-game “blacking out” simulated unconsciousness or death, triggering a blackout on the player’s HUD.

THUNK!

Victor followed suit, sent flying by a demon’s kick, landing sprawled and motionless.

Anna, realizing she was next, quickly initiated a full logout.

Even though forced logout wasn’t normally allowed in combat, her full-dive system had a kill switch.

Just like old-school rage quitting—hard shutdown.

The demon sniffed her collapsed body and, deeming her uninteresting like a bear sniffing carrion, turned its eyes to the two remaining targets: Helen and Natalie.

“Nun… enemy… spoils… breed,” the demon growled in a guttural, ancient tongue, stepping closer.

Natalie shook violently, clinging to Helen’s arm. “Let’s run, Sister!”

“No need,” Helen replied with a grin, tossing his revolver aside.

Natalie panicked. She thought Helen had lost it and tried to pull him away.

“Don’t be hasty,” Helen said gently. “These folks stalled long enough—and even took out one. I can’t just abandon them.”

He reached into the sack and pulled out a silver, double-barreled shotgun.

“Only two rounds,” he continued, “but they’ve been soaked in holy water. Type-3 Radiant elephant gun. One shot, one kill.”

“Wait—Sister Helen—!” Natalie gasped.

BOOM—

BOOM—

The shotgun kicked like a mule. Helen and Natalie were both thrown to the ground from the recoil.

So was the last demon.

At Gray Farm, the only ones still standing were…

…the cows and sheep quietly munching grass nearby, watching like passive spectators.

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T/N: SHOTGUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DOOM SLAYER?

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