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Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Royal Catacombs
Opposed by the immovable stone, Ezra tried everything from full-fisted punches to heavy kicks. But the door neither creaked nor groaned, and only the sweat dripping from his forehead bore testament to his futile struggles.Things would have been a lot easier if Ezra had access to his Shadow Cannon or even his Power Fist. However, the situation was such that he could neither use his skills nor access his inventory to retrieve the weapons in his arsenal.When might failed, Ezra resorted to the power of the mind. Instead of trying to break the door, he tried to figure out a way to open it.“Someone must have sealed this door all those years ago, which means it's held together by magic,” he concluded, running his fingers across the inscriptions carved on its stony surface. Most of the archaic letters felt crooked and misshapen, their jagged curves and winding loops eroded by the sands of time.Ezra wondered if there was an ancient spell or incantation that could help him lift the magic spe
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Royal Catacombs (2)
A putrid odor wafted through the damp air, making Ezra scrunch his nose. It was the pungent smell of urine mixed with rotting flesh. The monstrous hybrid was salivating at the thought of making a meal out of the puny human who had mistakenly bumbled into his territory without realizing the danger.“You are a right ugly bastard, aren’t you?” Ezra taunted, his eyes fixed on the hybrid while his fingers moved through the air to conjure a black orb. Soon, the orb transformed into a long spear with a pointy tip covered in spikes. It was the best weapon he could think of at the spur of the moment and drained only a fraction of his total dark energy.The hybrid spread its sinewy arms and lurched forward, an insatiable appetite flashing in its coral-red eyes. As far as Ezra could tell, the creature did not seem to possess any magic affinity. But he was still uncertain whether it had access to any special abilities.Ezra’s doubts were cleared in an instant as the hybrid lunged at him with it
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Royal Catacombs (3)
Ezra breathed a sigh of relief and pulled himself off the floor. He could move his lower body now, but his legs remained shaky. It took Ezra a good few minutes to get his bearings straight and stand back up. The fight had left him exhausted and wounded.As Ezra slowly approached the pool of blood on the floor, he automatically absorbed the dark energy from the hybrid's decomposing corpse, and it miraculously healed his wounds and restored his strength.[Fledgling Varkin eliminated.][Dark Energy absorbed: 500.][Total Dark Energy available: 800.]Ezra was amazed by how little dark energy he had expended while conjuring the dark weapons. Even though he was a beginner, he had cast the Corrupted Conjuration spells thrice already and used three different weapons while fighting the Varkin.Yet, the energy spent was so little that he could continue switching weapons without a hassle. For a moment, Ezra wondered how strong he could become if he somehow managed to fuse this dark magic with h
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Blood and Corruption
The vampire’s eyes flashed like rubies in the dark as a cold wind swept through the entombment chamber, rattling the bones of the fallen. Ezra stood still with his eyes glued to the ancient bloodsucker, his warm finger on the cold trigger and his steady feet ready to engage in the dance of death.“I have lived for three hundred years, but never in all my life have I met a man foolish enough to face me all by himself,” the vampire chuckled, his fangs glistening in the pale light. “I am Elbanir Razavic, the last Elder Vampire to walk these lands, the one your people remember as the Red Death.”“I can’t say it rings any bells. All I know is that you have what I want; and I’ll need to kill you for it,” Ezra responded.Hearing Ezra’s bold claim, the vampire gawked at his audacity. “Do you really think a Gunner like you can match the powers of an Elder Vampire?” His voice boomed in the empty room as he stared fixedly at Ezra. “I am not just any Gunner,” Ezra retorted. “It’s nothing persona
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Heart of the Bloodsucker
Dodging the attack was impossible since Ezra had his legs stuck inside the magical puddles of blood. But he could still move his arms and waist.Elbanir lifted his blood-spear high above his head and hurled it with all his strength. It sliced through the air like a blinding arrow and struck Ezra.“Die, you lowly human!” The Elder Vampire exclaimed, reveling in his might.But the celebrations were quickly cut short as he saw the spear stuck inside a tangled mass of slimy black filaments that covered Ezra’s whole body from head to toe.“I guess you weren’t expecting that. What can I say? I am full of surprises,” Ezra retorted, chuckling inwardly. He had cast the Tainted Tendrils spell at the very last moment to encase himself in dark tendrils and form an exoskeleton to absorb the blow.Elbanir’s blood spear only managed to pierce Ezra’s dark armor, leaving him completely unscathed. Ezra bolstered his strength by concentrating the dark energy into his core and eventually managed to step
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Power Lust
The catacombs turned silent again as the vampire’s cold, lifeless body slumped to the floor. Ezra had struck the fatal blow by driving the stake through Elbanir’s heart. Though most Elder Vampires were invulnerable to ordinary weapons and could heal their wounds with just a thought, Elbanir had made the fatal mistake of biting the wrong prey. Ezra's dark blood was seething with corruption, so instead of quenching Elbanir’s thirst, it had poisoned him.This foolish mistake had weakened Elbanir and diminished his powers, rendering him weak and vulnerable. Ultimately, Ezra’s dark spells proved to be too much for the Elder Vampire to handle.Having killed the vampire, Ezra pulled out the dark stake from his chest and tossed it away. Using the power of dark magic, he shaped his fingers into claws and dug into the vampire’s corpse. Reaching deep into Elbanir’s chest, he grabbed his still-beating heart and ripped it out in one go.The crimson sack of muscles throbbed inside Ezra’s palm, its
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Enemy of the people
It was an hour past midnight, and the waning moon had disappeared behind a veil of soft white clouds, plunging the land in darkness. Only the stars twinkled upon the celestial velvet, saving the night from blindness.Ezra swam across the lake, keeping his head below the surface until he reached the shore. The treants had dispersed by now, and the only ones keeping watch were the Wood Nymphs flitting across the treetops and swinging on the prickly vines.Since the Royal Guards had strict orders to stay within the borders of the palace, Servius had used his magic to secure the area adjoining the Blackwater Lake. However, Ezra was nimble on his feet and knew the lay of the land well enough to move between the shadows without setting off any alarms. Emerging from the lake, Ezra used the trees for cover and ducked behind the bushes and shrubbery whenever there was movement nearby. The shadows of the moonless night aided his journey, helping him avoid detection.Beyond the grassy wasteland
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Crimson Purge
Tanya quickly set to work, measuring the ingredients and preparing the cauldrons and beakers for the task ahead. Brewing a rare potion like the Crimson Purge involved several steps and required both precision and patience. One little mistake could spoil the brew and produce something completely different.To enhance the potion’s potency and maintain its purity, it was extremely important to follow the steps in a perfect sequence and ensure every measurement was as accurate as humanely possible.Ezra stood watch near the window while Zala guarded the door and Glenn arranged the equipment. Tanya had learned the art of brewing potions from her late grandmother, but she was yet to master the techniques. What made her task even more difficult was the complexity of the brewing process.She started with the condensed sap of the Elder Elm and slowly added it to a beaker of boiling water to distill its essence and dilute its toxins. Once the water turned milky white, she transferred the mixtu
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The festering darkness
Half the Imperial Cavalry was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and all Count Gressil and Marquis Desmond managed to do was watch helplessly as their men fell to another deadly blood curse.Lorelai had outwitted them once again, and there was no telling what other horrifying traps lay ahead.Marquis Desmond and Count Gressil were overcome with grief as they watched their dear friend die right in front of their eyes.“He was a B-rank Gunner,” Count Gressil spoke after a long spell of silence, his throat drying up with each word. “Yet…it seems we are completely powerless against their curses.”“We should have been more careful. It was my fault for allowing him to lead the charge all alone,” Marquis Desmond responded, his eyes still glued to the bloodstained patch of withered grass where his friend had breathed his last.“They even swallowed the bodies,” one of the paladins mumbled anxiously.The fear soon spread through their ranks, and the rest of the troops became increasingly agitate
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
