Equip Trait
Increases ATK to 105% when attacking enemies directly in front, and ignores their Physical Dodge
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 100 |
| def | 13 |
Talent Information
Info
Attacks have a 20% chance to deal 165% damage and reduce the target's DEF by 25% for 5 seconds
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x60
x3
x100000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Defeat a total of 10 elite or leader enemies with Schwarz (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 2-1 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Schwarz, and only Sniper Operators are allowed for the remaining members |
Operator
Module Description
Trudging through the slurry of rotting leaves and branches, doomed no matter how careful he is, a lone man stumbles in the rainforest and crashes with full weight against the muddy ground.'Am I still not in place? Are you still not going to kill me?!' He struggles to get back up, his shouts aimed at the one behind him, but his trembling tone bares his panic.
'I haven't told you to stop yet. Keep moving forward.'
It surprises him—the answer he expects comes not from behind him, but from above.
He strains to look up, and the woman who gives him so much cause for fear is standing upon a thick tree trunk, the shade covering most of her face, leaving only a mouth pressed into a straight line.
Kachunk.
He knows. That's the sound of her loading a bolt into the groove.
More and more, his heart pounds like a drum, drowning out all sound in the forest, just like the thought screaming in his head louder than anything else.
I want to live.
His hands push against the mud, and he throws himself out of the hole to lurch hurriedly forward, deeper into the forest. But death is tailing him, and can't be shaken. The woman looses the bowstring, and the bolt flies skimming over his scalp, leaving a wound down to the skull.
'Aaagggh—!' he cries wretchedly into the sky.
'Why? Why do you have to kill me?' The question is howled in misery, clutching his unstaunchable wound.
'You're going the wrong way. You're meant to head right,' the woman icily orders, not answering his question.
His gasps come rapidly as he drags his staggering body in the direction the woman instructs. Very soon, he feels himself sunk still in the mire, ankles bound in place by some powerful force. The more he tries to step out, the deeper he's trapped. The mud gradually reaches his waist, and extends up towards his stomach.
'Just do me a kindness, please, I'm begging you. I don't want to die here,' he finally croaks, unable to stifle the pain, realizing the dire situation he's facing.
The woman is not one bit moved from observing his twisted, shame-ridden face, and simply watches him thrash endlessly against the mud.
'Three years ago, you ordered a group of completely unprotected child workers into a mine to excavate Originium. The vein was active, and caused an explosion in the tunnel, collapsing it. Every one of them was buried underground.
'You must have been thinking that with such a terrifying accident, the children weren't likely to be alive, so you gave up on any rescue, and let them die on their own.
'But there was one child, a very tough one, who used a razor to dig a tunnel to the surface with his own bare hands.
'He dug for seven hours, without pause...'
'I don't understand! What does that have to do with me?!' the man shouts, now breaking down.
'Nothing. It just came to mind—I had a razor too when I was young. The only difference is, I wasn't digging dirt with it.'
She crouches down, and continues.
'...I was slitting throats.
'But there's not much difference. No matter how we used them, in the end we both relied on razors to survive.
'Sir. I take it you're dead set on surviving too?'
The woman draws a hideously worn razor from her pocket, and throws it into the mire.
'Then show me.'
