[Western Crossover] The Paparazzi Assassin

[Updated promptly at 9 p.m. every night. If a chapter shows a different time, it's because I corrected a typo or changed a censored word.]

Or, in other words, an assassin-type paparazzo.

As everyone knows, to become a notorious paparazzo worthy of the modern age, you need to have some serious skills.

You're a paparazzo. Yes, you are.

To haul around your expensive audio-visual equipment, break into private homes, clubs, hotels, company conference rooms, and other restricted areas, then make a clean getaway, you need to be agile and skilled in everyday survival techniques like scaling walls, climbing, backflips, obstacle courses, running with a load, and swimming. To that end, you need to train regularly with cross-country runs under a load, strength training, obstacle courses, and more.

To tail your targets and escape after being beaten up by their bodyguards and staff, you'd better be good at combat, parachuting, air assault, driving, communications, wilderness survival, tactical drills, and a whole range of other professional skills. So, in your daily routine, you also need specialized training in hand-to-hand combat, driving all kinds of vehicles, precision wing-suit landings, helicopter rappelling, fast-roping, and more.

Sounds a little familiar, doesn't it?

When another high-risk profession, that of an assassin, has such a strikingly similar day-to-day routine and on-the-job training, you start to wonder: why can't I be an assassin instead?

But the facts tell you that assassins don't make as much as paparazzi, and the risks are higher. Both are high-risk professions, but doing time in jail sounds a lot healthier than taking a bullet.

So your sensible approach to career planning leads you to stay a paparazzo.

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After Luona's peaceful life became linked to the [Paparazzi Simulator], it went completely off the rails, like a dog with its guts hanging out, charging headlong into a new world riddled with pitfalls and dog shit.

In response, Luona picked herself up and flipped the sky the bird.

Fuck you! I mean every single person passing by! Fuck the whole world!

An anonymous man in a red hood walked by and gave her a like.