Chapter 501: Boothill's Shining Moment! Since When Did He Look So Cool?!
Seeing Professor Primon speechless, Boothill became even more certain!
"Just as Nick said, revenge doesn't need an excuse. Just like there's only one thing in this world you don't need to learn—"
"And that is… shooting bad guys."
His voice had shifted from that of a boy to a young man!
Compared to the previous Boothill, the only difference was that his voice was no longer mixed with mechanical electronic distortion.
Professor Primon still couldn't believe it!
"How could this be… You're clearly~ just a child…"
"Even for a natural-born bad seed, doing this for the first time… should come with a psychological burden…-…"
"Is that so? Then I reckon you've- misunderstood something."
His voice was now completely restored!
"There's an instinct that both wanted criminals with blood on their hands and cowboy kids who've never fired a gun share. Between the two, there's no difference whatsoever…"
"—And that's firing upon evil, baby!"
Boothill gave a cold smirk.
He raised his revolver, aiming it straight at Professor Primon!
…
"Aaaaaah, HE'S SO DAMN COOL!!!"
"Boothill: I've been a fierce-tempered cowboy since I was a kid, punk!"
"Innate Sacred Body of the Hunt!"
"Too handsome, darling!"
"A kid is just young, not brainless!"
"Huh? You say a kid can't hold a gun? That he should be scared? Well, sorry to disappoint, but we Galaxy Rangers are naturally good at one thing—"
"—And that's firing upon evil, baby!"
"THIS is the Hunt!"
"There's no reasoning with you lot anymore!"
"The most lore-accurate moment for an ultimate line ever!"
"Sob sob sob, watching this got my blood pumping, tearing up from the hype!"
"Pulling for Boothill right this second!"
…
At the scene in Paperfold University.
Right there on the spot!
Everyone erupted into excited cheers!
"Galaxy Ranger!!"
"Galaxy Ranger!!"
"Boothill is legendary!"
"His Highness, the Silver-Gun Shura!!"
They had thought Boothill was about to be assimilated.
Who would have guessed that in the very next second, the tables would turn completely!
Even Boothill himself got excited!
Fudge it all!
How could watching a story get his engine oil boiling like this?!
This felt even better than firing a gun himself!
Utterly satisfying!
And his on-screen self spoke up at that moment: "Since you tampered with my Synesthesia Beacon, cutie, I'll let you in on a little secret as a bonus."
"'I'm gonna love you to death with a bullet'—that line actually wasn't altered at all. I genuinely meant it."
"Death is the fairest form of grace, especially for a cutie like you who only gets worse by the minute."
Fudging spot on!
At this moment, Boothill felt he had completely merged into the story!
Completely immersed as himself!
Bang!
[ Battle End ]
The television was completely totaled, throwing sparks, lying quietly on the ground.
Boothill looked down at it and said flatly, "That's another good thing about dying: no matter what sob stories or philosophies you have, I don't gotta waste my time listening to 'em."
"Ah, this… did I come too late?" March 7th's timid voice piped up.
Boothill turned around.
He asked, "You talking about what just ended, or what's about to begin?"
"About to begin? Ah… right, we need to go find help, and we've gotta hurry and check your head."
"Check what head? For fudge's sake…"
Boothill blurted out.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a look of pure joy spread across his face!
"…Huh?"
"The Synesthesia Beacon's back to normal too? Holy fudging shirt-pocket awesome, darling!"
March 7th covered her mouth in surprise: "Huh? You mean after you smashed that thing, you went back to normal right away?"
"Oh, no wonder those BananAdvisors needed one-on-one teaching…"
Boothill grinned: "I knew it. Sometimes things are dead simple, folks don't need to be so clever."
"Let's go, Nameless. No need to call for backup. Since shooting everywhere can solve this mess…"
"Fudge, is there anyone in Penacony better at it than me?"
…
"Hahaha, those words are so true!"
"I'm fired up, brothers!"
"Are there any other masters?"
"So many feelings! You don't need to regress yourself to eliminate troubles; sometimes keeping things simple makes life easier!"
"Mental troubles stem from contradictions in the material world. Just 'keeping it simple' in your mind can't solve material problems. The key is 'firing the gun' and actively transforming the world!"
"Thank you for letting me realize a life philosophy."
"No wonder Jing Yuan wanted to join the Galaxy Rangers when he was young. These guys are truly free and wild!"
"I'm still young, I want to join the Galaxy Rangers right now!"
"Prerequisite for becoming a Galaxy Ranger: You must have a past you can't bear to look back on, and a reason you must hunt."
"I object! Rappa doesn't have a past she can't bear to look back on!"
"Her hometown was occupied by evil Ninja Apes, how does that not count as a painful past? Just because the plot unfolds in a lighter way, don't think it's not a big deal!"
"At least for now, Rappa doesn't seem to have any grief over abandoning her hometown."
…
[ Find the monkey in charge and let him know who's boss here ]
The quest description was very brief and straightforward!
Arriving at the target location,
they saw the Banamaster talking to a group of Banassisants and club members.
"That's right, fellow members. Everything that is about to happen is not the end."
"Starting from Slumbertown, a beautiful world will descend, and His gaze will also fall upon the grand cause we built together."
Boothill rushed over,
directly interrupting: "Where's the grand cause, darling?"
"Hey! Everyone look at me! I'll put it bluntly: this is a fudging conspiracy."
"Now step back, all of you. Being stupid is one thing, but be smart enough to back off."
Montana said angrily: "You again! Forget about what happened before, but slandering the Slumbering Bananamonkey in front of Professor Primon… Do you know what you're doing?"
"Montana, listen to me." March 7th still wanted to explain.
"Forget it, why do you still think they can listen?"
On stage,
Professor Primon still wanted to display his Banagogy: "Mr. Ranger, perhaps returning to the primitive state…"
This time,
Boothill didn't even bother to listen!
"Who asked you? I'll only say this once—I don't care about your philosophy or hardships."
"You're a crafty villain, you'll die just the same if you take a bullet, and I'm holding that gun right now."
"Since everything is this simple, I don't need to be too smart either. Got it…?"
"Darling, I'm not here to give you a lesson…"
Pulling down the brim of his hat,
the moment he turned around,
the revolver was already drawn.
At the same time,
he pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The bullet flew at an angle toward the crowd ahead!
"—I'm here to help you…"
"…class dismissed."
In front of the members, it carved a beautiful arc.
Spot on!
It hit the BananAdvisor at the back!
Screaming alongside March 7th,
the scene
completely spiraled out of control!
…
"Facing a chessboard, just flip the board!"
"THIS is a Galaxy Ranger, son!"
"Holy crap, your bullet can curve?"
"There's a principle to making bullets curve, you just need a rapid wrist flick…"
"Boothill: Time's up!"
"Time to start slaughtering!"
"AAAAAHHH Feathered Spirit, you've done so much bad stuff! Boothill's banner has already passed and now you pull off something this cool? Have you considered my feelings?!"