Zero lay flat on the ground, gazing at the distant muzzle brake. With a soft press of his finger, the Gauss sniper rifle roared—BOOM!—a deafening sound that barely reached the far end of the chamber before the distant muzzle brake was utterly pulverized. The sheer power of this Gauss rifle was limitless. Originally designed for shooting satellites in outer space, its destructive force was commensurately immense. Propelled by electromagnetism, it launched the projectile at extreme velocity via electromagnetic acceleration, achieving a kinetic energy of truly terrifying magnitude. To offer a fitting analogy: even Zheng Zha in his "Annihilation" state, while transformed, could not dodge a fired Gauss round; though, blocking it would still be possible.
"The power is sufficient, but in terms of effective range..." Zero pondered silently. Based on what his naked eye could perceive, he could achieve over ninety percent accuracy within three kilometers. Beyond that, for every additional thousand meters, accuracy dropped by ten to twenty percent, continuing until the target dipped below the horizon visible to the naked eye. This was the precision achievable by unassisted sight.
Of course, things changed with a psychic controller involved. His maximum firing range extended to the absolute limit of the horizon. If the target was beyond visual range, the controller could use psychic scanning to lock the coordinates. While this resulted in...
...an accuracy hovering around seventy to eighty percent, it was more than adequate for long-range engagements. But what if the range needed to be extended further? For a remote sniper possessing the same firing capabilities, the same weapon,
and the same psychic controller, as long as the elevation difference between the two parties wasn't too great—accounting for the environment and surrounding conditions—the odds of life or death were a mere fifty-fifty. From this perspective, he didn't hold a significant advantage. Even with the enhanced Fangzheng Magic Eyes, a Gauss rifle round hitting him meant death; using the Magic Eyes and still getting hit meant death too—only the manner of demise would differ.
Thus, against other dedicated snipers, his edge wasn't truly substantial... "I must become stronger, even stronger, to survive the final battle..." Zero rose from his prone position.
He stood lost in thought for a long moment before picking up his rifle and heading upstairs. Up there, a little girl was sitting in front of the television, engrossed in a game. Though Zero had modeled her appearance after a young boy when he first