The gambling has begun. The deafening sound of gunshots had a deterrent effect on me, a person who lives in a peaceful era. Combined with the unmistakable smell of gunpowder, for the first time in this world, I felt that human life was so worthless.

But despite the extreme tension, I managed to remain calm. At that moment, all the battles were centered around one thing - my wife, Medusa. Whether she wanted to protect me, or I wanted to hide her, or those people wanted to kill her, everything was directly related to her. So the problem was simple - if we set her free, we would gain the advantage.

Medusa's petrification magic, our secret weapon, would surely be devastating against these people. But she didn't use it immediately, obviously because she was looking at me. She didn't want me to be petrified along with her.

So all my actions from then on became a gamble. I didn't know if closing my eyes could avoid the petrification magic; I didn't know if my struggles would be effective once I closed my eyes; I didn't even know if my wife, as a Medusa, would utilize her petrification magic.

"I trust her." It was such a simple thought that made me take a life-or-death gamble after closing my eyes.

If everything went well, then three of the opponents might be petrified, because it's impossible for someone to aim a gun with their eyes closed!

As for the blond captain, his physical abilities were definitely stronger than mine, but during the process of casting the petrification magic, he would undoubtedly be affected as well. As long as his focus was divided, I would have a chance to escape from the threat of his knife.

Of course, looking back on these plans now, I realized there were countless flaws, but that was the most practical plan I could come up with at the time.

If luck wasn't on my side, my throat might be cut open, or worse, my carotid artery. But when you're alive, you can't constantly think about the worst-case scenario. You have to think about the good things, think about success, in order to maintain a youthful mindset and be happier with each passing day. If I gave up resistance now, what would differentiate me from a dead fish?

The piercing sound of screams was almost drowning out the gunshots as the gunfire and magic began simultaneously.

Even with my eyes closed, I could clearly feel the wave of heat from Medusa's petrification magic. Following my premeditated actions, I used my foot and knee to attack the inside of his right leg. The effect wasn't great, but it didn't matter because the next move went smoothly, surprising even myself. I pushed off with my left foot, shifting the weight of my entire body backward, while my right hand pressed against his shoulder to prevent further harm to my throat from his knife.

"F**k!"

With my cursing, my height of 180cm and weight of almost 160 pounds instantly took effect, causing the two of us to collide and crash to the ground. Even the sturdy physique of the blond captain couldn't withstand this unexpected backward fall. I vaguely felt the back of my head collide with his hawkish nose.

So far, everything was in line with my brainstormed plans. The next step was to swiftly switch from defense to offense after opening my eyes. However, I didn't see my wife when I opened my eyes, but that didn't matter. I didn't believe that three flintlock pistols could kill a Medusa.

The nearest weapon was the cooking pot, so I quickly grabbed it with both hands and turned around. Two people were frozen in their shooting poses, undoubtedly affected by the petrification magic. There was also a man and a woman I couldn't see, but that didn't matter. My immediate priority was the blond captain lying on the ground, still not getting up.

I didn't care about the consequences. Holding up the large black pot, I smashed it down without aiming. But from the sensation, I was certain it hit bone.

Indeed, it was his shin bone.

Somehow, I found the strength to continue smashing with a second hit, a third hit, and a fourth hit, all in one go. The military knife striking against the bottom of the pot created a cacophony of clanging sounds, accompanied by a buzzing noise. I knew hitting his leg wouldn't kill him, but I just couldn't control my hands. And the agonizing screams of the blond captain were truly invigorating.

Why didn't this person retract his leg?

Oh, it turns out his thigh muscle cramped.

Finally feeling a bit tired from the relentless smashing, I threw the iron pot aside and sat on the ground, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I also rolled up my sleeves because there would be more physical activity coming up later.

But in the end, I was still too young. In less than 5 seconds, a person with a leg cramp managed to pull out the gun from behind him. I hadn't anticipated this gun because the blond captain had been facing me the entire time, and I didn't know he had a pistol behind his back.

The multiple-choice question arose again - block the bullet with the iron pot or dodge the bullet by rolling on the ground?Of course, it's rolling. I don't know what he's yelling about, probably something like "kill me." I've already done the move of tilting back and rolling to the right. If I get shot, it's just my bad luck.

"Damn, the gunshots are so loud. A few more shots and I'll be deaf."

But what puzzles me is that after the gunshots, Captain Goldie becomes surprisingly quiet. Just as I was about to lift my head slightly to see the situation around me, a shout made my heart tremble.

"Husband, where are you?"

"I'm here, I'm not dead."

"Oh, I see, there's one more person alive."

"Yeah, got it."

I quickly sat up, and my wife was searching for me with a bow in her hand. After greeting her, I looked at that dumb-looking guy with blond hair. The obvious arrow piercing through his head was clearly Medusa's handiwork.

There's one person left... Hmm, it should be a woman. The one who has the gem and can do magic, she should have a higher survival rate than the foolish old men with guns.

Just as I was thinking, I heard the woman's voice, but it was different from the previous screaming during the firefight. This time, it was a fluent sentence with a distinct magical flavor. Unfortunately, I hadn't seen any magic yet when my wife's arrow shot out.

There was a relatively normal scream in the woods. This arrow didn't have any magic applied, so its lethality was not high, but it was shot out very quickly. It probably hit the shoulder or stomach, I suppose?

Walking into the woods, that "magical girl" named Alisa turned out to be shot in the hand. Although it was just her hand, the bleeding was so severe... I signaled my wife not to kill her for now, as it might be useful to keep her alive for questioning. Isn't that how they do it in movies? Just as I was about to threaten her with the short-handled axe I took from my wife's waist, I noticed something I hadn't paid attention to before.

There was a clear gunshot wound on her beautiful tail. If she were a human, it would probably be in the thigh.

If I had a bit of pity earlier, I returned those two words "pity" back to God.

The blood of supernatural creatures is no different from that of humans. It doesn't heal automatically and doesn't clot automatically. The thumb-sized wound seemed bigger than a fist to me. My already unstable rationality was now being torn apart by anger.

"Please don't kill me!"

The distorted expression on the woman's face made me very annoyed. I just wanted to ask one thing. We hadn't even met for ten minutes and you want to kill my wife. What the fuck are you guys trying to do? Does that make any sense? Can we still reason? Is there still justice in this world?

I didn't even feel like interrogating anymore.

"You want to live, right?"

"Yes, please, xxxxxx."

I didn't bother to listen to those complex sentences. I squatted down with the axe in my hand. I've never been a fan of blondes with blue eyes, especially ones with long hair. My ex-girlfriend's long hair always clogged up the bathroom. Every few days, I had to use a hook to extract those hairballs blocking the drain. It was so annoying.

"You want to survive, you can. But you have to be faster than my wife's arrows."

I pointed to Medusa behind me.

"What?"

"I said, she's my wife."

"Ah!"

Alisa ran off, the combination of terror and irrationality made her a ferocious monster.

I stood up and hugged my wife's waist from behind, watching the magical arrow about to be shot from her perspective.

The white trajectory hit the girl named Alisa, just like me, mercilessly penetrating through her head. Just to be safe, I asked my wife if she had spotted anyone else around, and after receiving a negative answer, the anger that had nearly turned into bloodthirstiness finally eased.

"No one fucks with my family, no one!"