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Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System A demonic threat
The rowdy supporters tried to push the guards aside and break through the barricades as they spotted Ezra coming out of the Arcadium. Ezra almost felt like royalty as the people shouted his name and begged for his attention.“All hail, the Red Devil! He is here to crush the nobles and make the Gunners stoop before him!”“We want to see you. Take off your mask, champion!”“Is it true that you are a highborn from an exiled family?”“Are you a necromancer in disguise?”“Please let us shake your hand. I beg for a strand of your hair!”“Who are you really? Are you even a human?”Never in his life had Ezra faced something like this. It was as if the people thought he was some kind of fallen warrior who had returned to exact his revenge.Ezra wanted to avoid the crowd, but one of the men elbowed a guard and broke through. He ran straight toward Ezra and reached for his mask. But before he could pull it off, Ezra pushed him back with a magic blast.“Keep your hands to yourself.”The leader of
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Maximus Estate
“Master Lagerlof, is someone there with you?” a voice asked from outside before another round of loud knocks rapped the wooden door. “You know, participants are not allowed to bring their friends here. This establishment has been booked exclusively for the Gunners who are taking part in the tournament.”Ezra picked up the white paper and flipped it over. Scribbled on its smooth side were the following words:Meet me under the Blue Apricot tree in the Royal Garden tomorrow at sundown if you decide to reconsider.You are free to refuse, but the consequences will be severe.Ezra crumbled the paper into his fist and shoved it inside his pocket before picking up the scroll.[Lesser Teleportation Scroll added to inventory!]“Master Loris, please try to abide by the rules. The organizers will be fur—”Ezra hurriedly opened the door and glared at the caretaker standing outside. “Can I have two moments of privacy, please? Or is it too much to ask?”The caretaker looked into Ezra’s room and was
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Marquis Desmond’s Visit
The following evening, Marquis Desmond’s motor wagon arrived at Verdant Gardens right as the sun was about to dip below the horizon. Marquis Desmond and his wife, Eliza Desmond alighted from the car accompanied by their son, Rasher Desmond.“Remember, what you were taught,” the chief knight advised his subordinates before sending them to receive the nobles.Two guards dressed in black robes and armed with silver-hilted katanas walked up to the Marquis and his family and bowed. “Welcome to the Maximus residence. Lord Nazarus and Lady Nixia are waiting for you inside,” the older guard greeted.Lady Eliza was left spellbound by the magnificent display of exotic lilies and carefully pruned bonsai bushes. It looked like she had been whisked away by a genie and teleported to another country.Verdant Gardens no longer looked like an abandoned garden overgrown with weeds and tall grass. It had been transformed into an Eastern paradise with brightly colored butterflies fluttering over sweet-sc
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System A lingering suspicion
As Ezra locked eyes with the Marquis, his heartbeat quickened. Despite taking every precaution, Marquis Desmond’s keen gaze had discerned that one little slip. “What happened to your hand?” Marquis Desmond enquired, feigning concern. “That looks painful.”Before Tanya could see the blisters, Ezra pulled his left hand back. “It’s nothing. I just had an accident while experimenting with magic potions.”“I think you should always keep a healing tincture at hand while performing such dangerous experiments,” Marquis Desmond replied in a taut voice, never taking his eyes off Ezra’s hand. “If you wish, I can send my physician to treat you.”Tanya became concerned by the discussion and turned to Ezra. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself? Why didn’t you tell me?”Ezra realized he could not get out of this situation so easily, so he decided to surprise the Marquis with a bold move.Instead of hiding his hand, he put his left arm on the table and pulled his sleeve back. “I was trying to brew a
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The King’s Gambit
Later that evening, Count Gressil returned, and Ezra and Tanya joined him in the guest room upstairs. All the guards and attendants were instructed to wait outside, and Glenn was the only other person allowed to join them.Marquis Desmond’s plan had taken Ezra and Tanya by surprise. They knew it was nothing short of madness to ally with the Orcs even though they had offered to help against the undead.“You look perturbed,” Count Gressil began. “How did things go with Lord Desmond? Did you learn anything useful?”“He has gone utterly mad. Marquis Desmond and the Duke plan to enlist the help of the orcish tribes to fight the undead. In exchange, their war chiefs have demanded a steady supply of arms and rations, and when the war is over, Valaria will need to cede a part of its territory to them.”Count Gressil’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard that preposterous idea. “Has that high-nosed prick finally lost his marbles?” he thundered, slamming the table. “How could anyone accept the
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The first demon
Everyone in the room realized the people of Avondale were in grave danger. And if things were not handled properly, Magaravia would be the next target.“What else did the scouts report? What kind of demon is it?” Count Gressil asked.The knight handed him a crumpled piece of paper with burn marks around its edges. In it, the scouts had hastily scribbled whatever they had seen.“The demon towers over the tallest windmills, and its fiery breath warms the air like a volcano. Scalding magma flows inside the cracks and crevasses on its hard, rocky body, and its eyes blaze like infernal pits. As it stomps across the road, the trees and bushes burst into flames, and the muddy puddles vaporize in seconds, leaving behind baked craters devoid of all life,” the Count's face darkened as he read those lines.“It is a Flame Demon,” Zala concluded from the description. “That is bad news for us all,” Glenn added. “Flame Demons are infernal beings whose core temperature is as high as the temperature i
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Fire and Ash
The five Elite Knights riding alongside Count Gressil reached into their inventories and grabbed three different potions each. They first downed a Flame Resist potion, followed by a Rapid-Fire potion and a Far Sight potion.Count Gressil popped the cork of a Fortification Potion and drank it down in one gulp before taking a sip of the Agility Booster.Drinking so many potions in one go was always risky for Gunners since the after-effects often proved to be dangerous. But since they were about to face a demon, the Count deemed it necessary to take the added precautions.The Flame Demon had taken the elves by surprise and obliterated their camp without giving them any chance to flee. Some brave ones had tried to retaliate instead of trying to run away, but the demon had wiped them all out.“Remember, these demons are often accompanied by minions. So, whatever happens, we will be outnumbered!” Count Gressil cautioned his men before spurring his horse into motion. “Let’s show that demon wh
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Fire and Ash (2)
Count Gressil’s heart thundered inside his wheezing chest as he pushed his horse harder and harder. A fireball whooshed over his head, barely missing him by a few inches.The woods were burning around him and the Flame Demon had its eyes locked on its new target. All Count Gressil could do was keep his head down and spur his horse at full tilt.Although sluggish and cumbersome, the Flame Demon’s elemental attacks allowed it to easily take down fleeing targets. Thus, even when it was lumbering through the burning foliage like an oversized troll, its fireballs were shrieking past the Count, making him change directions ever so often to avoid being roasted alive.Following the snaking path threading through the woods, Count Gressil did his best to steer his horse through the bushes and shrubs to block the Flame Demon’s vision and throw it off target. It worked for a while, but the Flame Demon suddenly slammed its fists into the ground, unleashing a wave of flames that obliterated the lea
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Bloodbath on the battlefield
Corrupted Slashers stood at the top of the necrophagic hierarchy, and despite being similar to ghouls, they were driven by wild hunger and often could not differentiate between friends and foes.A single Slasher could slaughter an entire village, and only trained Gunners could handle a Slasher prowling among a pack of ghouls. However, these undead monstrosities were rarely found in the open and disliked hunting in groups.Strangely enough, Marquis Desmond could already count fifteen Slashers hiding in the shadows. It was a bizarre occurrence, one that posed a bigger threat than a horde of ghouls."There is too many of them," Marquis Sullivan whispered, furrowing his brow. "They must have been summoned by that necromancer to guard this valley.""Well, Lady Aurelia did say it wasn't going to be a walk in the park," Marquis Desmond responded.Count Gressil, being the most experienced Gunner, rode to the frontlines and prepared to engage the enemy head-on.“I can handle these bastards. Jus
The valley of haunting shadows
Count Gressil led the Imperial forces through the treacherous valley, cautiously observing the surroundings. The craggy mountains flanking their path watched on like ancient guardians, their ominous cliffs darkening the skyline.The arid path running down the middle was wide enough for troops to pass unhindered, but there was always the danger of being ambushed from the cliffs above. Count Gressil had known this rugged terrain for decades and was no stranger to such tricks. He could sense that the eerie silence pervading the darkness was merely the calm before the storm, and it kept him on his toes.“Never thought I would have to march on Ignar as a foe,” Marquis Sullivan was the first to speak, breathing some comfort into the tense atmosphere. His eyes scanned the cliffs as he continued riding. “I sure am glad we are not fighting elves. Their archers would have picked us off like fish in a barrel from up there.”“We still are sitting ducks until we cross this valley,” Count Gressil r
It begins with blood
Ignar had stood tall like an impenetrable fortress, resisting all sieges for centuries. The walled city perched atop the ravenous cliff overlooking the Great Green Sea was a testament to Valaria’s grand architecture heritage and immense military craftsmanship.Count Gressil had controlled this indomitable city for fifty years, fortifying its defenses and recruiting the best knights and cannoneers to turn this into an infallible stronghold. However, Lorelai’s blood magic had brought the city to its knees in one fell swoop.Despite her unconventional methods, she had succeeded far beyond Malodor’s wildest expectations, and now this great city once known for its values of chivalry and justice was wallowing in darkness, its walls and towers stained with the blood of the innocent.Inside the grand hall of Bloodflame Castle, Lorelai was seated on a bed of blood orchids, surrounded by nine pregnant women bound in dark vines.A clay pot in the middle of the room was gradually filling with bloo
Under the Dark Maw
While Ezra was dealing with Malodor and liberating Cekunia, Aurelia and the others were marching on Ignar. Led by Sir Galahar and his Royal Gunners, the Imperial army had finally arrived at Racinta.The ruined city looked inhospitable, much like the rest of the barren lands around it, but it was much safer to be camping inside Racinta, than resting in the open while the undead were howling in the dark.The dome of holy light shielding the ruined village kept the shadows at bay and allowed the soldiers to finally catch their breaths. They had been marching for two hours now, and even the horses looked tired.But Aurelia knew they had to get moving as soon as possible, or Lorelai could use her blood magic to wreak havoc on them.As the soldiers secured the village and gathered in the middle, Count Gressil lit a bonfire and ordered the men to drink up and recheck their gear.Meanwhile, Sir Galahar instructed two of his most trusted Royal Guards to scout the way ahead and scope out Ignar f
Dead men tell no lies
Ezra’s medallion emitted a faint green light, and a cloud of darkness gushed out of its core, taking the shape of a humanoid entity. The Tainted Djinn emerged from the shadows, holding a mystic lantern dangling from rusty iron shackles.“How may I serve you, master?” It asked, bowing its hooded head in submission.Ezra pointed at Malodor’s corpse and replied, “I need to talk to him. Reckon you can arrange a meeting?”“Of course, master. Your wish is my command,” the Djinn replied before moving across the room like a shadow and hovering over Malodor’s lifeless body. It uttered an archaic incantation in its raspy voice and lowered the mystic lantern, allowing its pale green light to illuminate the necromancer’s pale white face.Using its Dark Rite ability, the Tainted Djinn summoned Malodor’s soul before Ezra, binding it to the mystic lantern for a few fleeting seconds.A ghastly gray apparition materialized in front of Ezra, and the air turned cold and arid.“Welcome back, Malodor. I h
Malodor's Fall
A Gunner with a sword was a rare sight, but Lord Sebastian had trained Ezra to use short swords and sabers at an early age. He wasn’t the best when it came to melee weapons, but the situation left him with little choice.“Please guide my hand, Goddess,” Ezra uttered a faint prayer to the Goddess of knowledge before reaching out for the flaming longsword.As Ezra grabbed its handle and wrapped his fingers around the hilt, the flames rose higher, and the runes carved on its surface pulsed with divine energy.This wasn’t just any enchanted sword, it was one of the five divine weapons wielded by the immortal deities. And right now, this blade had chosen Ezra as its new owner.[Yolen’s Blade equipped successfully!][Magic Power consumed: 5000%!]Just equipping the sword drained Ezra’s magic power by half, but that wasn’t all. Each second he held onto the blade it continued draining a portion of his magic power, draining his energy at an alarming rate.Fortunately, Ezra's passive magic regen
An ever-evolving enemy
The Undead Hydra’s incredible regenerative ability amplified Ezra’s problems, leaving him in a precarious situation. In the sky above, the Crimson Maw was rapidly taking shape, forming itself into a demonic head, and Malodor was still far out of his reach.Realizing that he needed to deal with the hydra as quickly as possible, Ezra reloaded his enchanted minigun with Flame Burst Bullets and fired again, concentrating on the monster’s bloated belly.A blistering volley of fiery explosions lit up the hydra as the flaming rounds seared its dark hide, but the projectiles did not manage to punch through its toughened scales.Ezra rotated the weapon, targeting the softer spots on the hydra’s chest. This time, he succeeded in burning a patch of rotten flesh and leaving a deep scar on the monster’s body. But despite being peppered with a thousand rounds, the hydra refused to go down. Its skin molted, regrowing a new patch of flesh covered with a hardened layer of scales.“What the hell is thi
Blinding Haze
Staring death in the eye had become a habitual hazard for Ezra by now, but his legs froze as he saw the Undead Hydra’s serpentine head inching toward him. “Not tonight!” Ezra tossed a Shock Grenade at the hydra and jumped back.The blast zapped the oversized head, forcing the hydra to pull its snaking neck back into the green mist and disappear once again.Although the Basilisk’s Toxic Cocoon was shielding Ezra from the hydra’s poisonous breath, he could feel his eyes burning from the smoky haze. It was as if someone had sprayed pepper on his face, and each time he squeezed his eyelids, tears trickled down his face, stinging his skin like needles.Dizzy and disoriented, Ezra looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings for any hint of movement. But everything seemed as still as death, and the hissing noises had ceased as well.“Where the hell are you hiding? Show yourself!” Suddenly, a hydra head appeared from the left and sprayed Ezra with dark fumes. He started coughing fit
Hydra's Breath
Ezra was so focused on stopping Malodor’s demonic spell that he had forgotten all about the hydra. But now that the monster had emerged from its dark lair, there was no way forward without slaying it first.“I sure am glad we aren’t fighting it inside its underwater cave,” Marlin whispered in his cold voice, his cursed eye glued to the hydra. “But it’s still going to be one hell of a battle.”The Undead Hydra glared at Ezra, its five vicious heads bobbing up and down as long forked tongues slithered out of its mouths. It was a gigantic monster covered in slimy gray scales and patches of rotting skin infested with maggots.“How the hell is that thing even alive?” Ezra questioned, unable to comprehend how this monstrosity was still standing even though its rotting flesh was covered in thousands of open wounds and deep scars.“You know they call it an Undead Hydra for a reason,” Marlin whispered back. “I am quite sure Malodor resurrected a dead hydra with his dark magic and cursed it to s
