Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

BOOM!

The gun in my hands spat out fire, sending an overaccelerated slug right into one of the concentration points of the enemy cavalry. To the side, the side pellets showered down a brave man who attempted to charge me up.

The look of momentary shock that froze on his face when the pellets broke both of his eyes and generously peppered his entire body…

I tensed my lips by pressing them together.

The battle was never a nice thing to see. Not when it happened anywhere else but on a TV screen. But seeing the expression of shock, fear, surprise, and disappointment all freeze on a young, handsome face…

Unwilling to fight the battle with a sense of guilt atop the physical battle raging all around, I averted my eyes and focused on the situation in general instead.

To my left, the celestials held their line strong. In fact, they held back the enemy with such ease that only my orders were stopping them from rushing out to fully pin the enemy wing down and, quite possibly, scatter them.

They most likely couldn't understand this expressed command of mine… But for as little as I knew the celestials and divines, they were unlikely to look across the entire battlefield, where the reason for my careful calculations laid bare for all to see.

'Things are not good,' I thought, allowing myself to entertain the idea that we were actually in one hell of trouble for the very first time.

The enemy massed its forces on our right flank. And even though I spread my forces more or less equally… The guys to my left clearly struggled.

To make matters worse, the enemy on that wing received more and more reinforcements, using whatever spare units they had to stretch their line out, constantly threatening to flank my left wing and thus forcing them to stretch their already thin line out to match the human formation.

'Over there, I can't do anything,' I thought, gritting my teeth as my mind raced to find a solution. The solution allowed me to ignore the massive limitations I had when using my gun in such a narrow, cramped, and crowded space.

'The best place to shoot them all down from… is over there,' I thought, ignoring the already cooling corpse of the brave soldier I've just killed.

In the heat of the battle, there was no time for human sentiments like that. Especially not when I finally found a way that could allow me to shift the scales of this battle back in my favor!

"HOLD THEM DOWN!" I shouted while pumping the leaver of my shootie and charging ahead all on my own.

For whatever reason, the enemy didn't appear to be bothered by the gaping hole in the very middle of their ranks. Was this some sort of tactic? Or maybe their commanding officer simply failed to notice this problem? Maybe he was too busy fighting somewhere else to even be able to notice it?

Regardless of the reason, I charged right inside of this gap… and then continued to rush ahead, ignoring the soldiers that soon surrounded me.

And given how stupid my reckless charge was, not a single one of them bothered to raise their weapons at me.

'That's the advantage of being a human, I guess,' I thought with a small smirk emerging on my face only to dig my feet into the soft soil, breaking my rush right as I reached several meters deep into the enemy line.

It was only a matter of time before someone would connect the dots. Before someone who saw me shoot my newshottie would appear and unravel my momentary disguise.

But right now, I was in a perfect position to finally use my other gun, the only one that I hadn't revealed the use of to the public yet.

And as I pulled the neu-p90 and took a look around, it took me only a second to decide where should I start shooting first.

To my left, things were more or less balanced. There were some high-profile fights between celestials and some elites of the human unit that could determine the ultimate victory on that side of the battle…

But it was my right that I was worried about. They simply had too many men to throw at my right wing. And what could be better in cutting the numbers down than a gun capable of expelling thousands upon thousands of deadly needles in a single burst?

I brought the gun up to my arm and took a breath.

By doing this, I finally attracted enough attention for someone to point me out and start shouting: "ENEMY! KILL HIM!"

But right now, there was little they could do, especially with how the whistle-blower just happened to be perfectly aligned with the muzzle of my gun.

"I take no pleasure in it," I muttered, resting my finger on the trigger while pushing the safety of the gun off with my thumb.

The first few soldiers of the enemy army finally realized that they had an enemy right in their midst. And as they started to pull their weapons out and charge while alerting soldiers closer and closer to me…

I pulled the trigger.

TRRRRRRRRRR

I couldn't hear any individual shot with how they all merged into a single, continuous sound.

Even though no gunpowder took part in accelerating the projectiles hidden within the frame of the gun, a steady supply of it moved towards the gun's muzzle, using explosions to compensate for the recoil of ejecting thousands of tiny pieces of metal in a super short amount of time.

TRRRRRRR.

Like a series from a high-caliber machine gun, the series from my fresh gun simply cut a huge, gaping wound in the enemy formation, outright cutting people into pieces while caring not for their barriers or armor.

As an obvious result of inviting such carnage with my own actions, the ensuing flow of energy nearly made me go bonkers, dulling my senses and tunnel-visioning me on the battle and battle alone.

"KILL HIM!" Someone shouted from behind, kindly alerting me to an incoming danger.

Swinging round on my heel, I lowered myself to a kneel before taking aim again and sending another short series towards the few soldiers who attempted to cut me down, long before they could even reach me.

Suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of a bloody hole that split enemy forces in half. There was no single soul nearby that could threaten me and after the carnage I created in just a few short seconds, those who survived it showed surprising restraint when it came to charging my position again.

Those people, although so powerful were capable of going toe to toe with divines and celestials… they were not suicidal. After watching what kind of destruction I could bring with a pull of my finger… they simply decided they would much rather put their fate fighting a battle they understood.

And so, despite standing alone right in the middle of the two parts of the divided enemy army, I couldn't see a single man attempting to approach me and close the gap.

At least, not until someone suddenly came flying through the air, only to land in a pile of corpses that were alive just a few moments ago. And contrary to all the others…

This person wasn't wearing any armor!