Crafting a damned weapon

Ezra’s relentless hunt for power had already changed his mentality, and Marlin was worried it would also adversely affect those closest to him. Having lost his family, he had given up on playing by the rules, and now all he cared about was rising to the top and eliminating his enemies one by one.

Marlin’s eye twitched rapidly as Ezra approached the Gunsmithing workbench and selected the last blueprint in his collection.

“Are you sure you need this weapon?” Marlin asked in a trembling voice.

“A hundred percent,” Ezra replied before selecting the required crafting components and adding them to the crafting menu. “I need all the powerful firearms I can get my hands on. And this blueprint came to me in my time of need. It is my destiny to wield this gun.”

“You sound like a different person now,” Marlin said. “And I fear you might walk down the wrong path, Lord Ezra Romanov.”

“I have learned my lessons,” Ezra replied. “Even in this world, the only thing that matters is power. You cannot tr