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Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Progeny of the Plague
Ezra heaved a sigh of relief as the Plague Bearer’s curse was lifted and he was able to access his skills again. His magic power peaked at its threshold as his body absorbed the magic energy from the fallen enemy.The grueling encounter had finally ended, but Aurelia was still missing.Ezra put his musket away and equipped his damned shotgun in one hand, and pulled out a Dark Sight potion with the other.The overhanging canopy of dark leaves blocked all moonlight, turning the heart of the forest into a pit of darkness. Despite the potion empowering his sight, Ezra could only hazily make out the shapes standing in the distance.“Aurelia, can you hear me?” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Where are you, sister?”But instead of any replies, only his own voice echoed back.Ezra trudged through the darkness, blasting his way through the tangled mass of Rot Vines and withered branches blocking his path. Even though the Plague Bearer was dead, the forest was still suffering from rot.Clu
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Death is a mercy
Ezra’s whole world crumbled before his eyes as Aurelia’s words shook the ground beneath his feet. He had already lost her once and promised himself that he would never let any harm befall her under his watch again.“Leave me and go!” Aurelia insisted, her voice turning raspier with each passing second. She looked old and haggard now. It was as if someone had heaped their twilight years upon her and compelled her to carry the burdens of their past.“Don’t just stand there, brother. Get back…to Ignar.” Aurelia’s words sounded groggy and mangled this time. She was trying her best to fight the corruption, but the Plague Bearer’s spores had already started germinating within her and poisoning her mind.Looking at his sister, Ezra was reminded of his father’s death. Even back then he was forced to watch as a silent spectator while they shot Lord Sebastian.“Listen to…me,” Aurelia whimpered, holding on to the last remnant of her humanity. “I don’t have much time. Once…the seeds germinate wi
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Golems to the rescue
Despite losing many men to Lorelai's blood magic, Marquis Desmond had entered Ignar with a sizeable force. However, the sudden appearance of the Plague Bearer had dealt a crippling blow to their forces.Those who had come into direct contact with the infected scouts or their belongings had contracted the Rotting Plague and died within minutes of each. Meanwhile, the troops who drank the contaminated water were suffering from necrotic rot and black fever.Marquis Desmond had a dismal look on his face. He knew that with their current forces, they barely had enough strength to attack a small village, let alone lay siege to a modern city like Stonewell.“I am sorry, but our forces are stretched too thin. We entered Ignar with three thousand soldiers, but now only a thousand are in marching condition. The rest are either dead or sick with black fever. There is no way they can fight,” Marquis Desmond informed Ezra and Aurelia. “Did you consult the healers and priests?” Aurelia asked.“I di
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System Envoy to the elven tribes
The last human envoy sent to the free elves of the valley had never returned to civilization. Some spies claimed the messenger was ambushed by the Wind Runners and captured as a prisoner, while other sources said the Thousand Arrows assassinated him on his way back.Although none could verify the claims or substantiate the rumors with hard evidence, the courtiers had unanimously decided to leave the free elves alone and stay clear of their homes.In his previous life as a high school student, Ezra was fond of nature documentaries and spent a considerable amount of time watching videos of uncontacted tribes. While things were a bit different in this world, he was convinced these elves living so far away from civilization would have their own primitive customs and traditions.“I wish we knew someone who has actually spent time among these tribal elves,” Ezra said, pouring over the map.“Well, there are plenty of elves living in Magaravia. But I doubt anyone would know much about the fre
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Vale of Lost Scribes
Ezra and Aurelia traveled on horseback and soon arrived at the Fist of the Forefathers: an ancient stone structure shaped by the winds. The Vale of Lost Scribes was a mile away. All they needed to do was follow the dirt road.Aurelia glanced at her pocket watch as they stopped to survey their surroundings. It was almost half past five, and the sky still looked as gloomy as before.The winter sun never appeared on the horizon, even as the minutes rolled by in a hurry.“I thought we disrupted the dark spells. Why is the sun still not out?” Aurelia whispered, sticking close to her brother.Ezra looked at the sky, and something in the distance caught his attention. It was a beam of crimson light shooting into the sky and spearing through the dark clouds.“I think that might be the answer to your question. Look over there, sis,” Ezra said, gesturing at the blood-red aura leaking into the darkness.“What the hell is going on here? Is that another dark spell?” Aurelia asked, staring at the c
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System The Corrupted Valley
Killing the undead had become almost like a habit for Ezra. He could wipe out a horde of ghouls or skeletal warriors even with his eyes closed. However, the corrupted elves presented a different kind of challenge.On the one hand, there was the moral implication of committing genocide against the last elven tribes, while on the other, it was another needless waste of time and resources.Ezra knew that he could not command the Imperial Army to fight the elves, or their already dwindling morale would take a greater hit. Besides, he still hadn’t figured out what kind of magic was flowing out of the Wandering Stones.“Alright, here is the plan. We are going to handle things quietly in here. Our goal is to get close to the Wandering Stones and try to disrupt the spell cast by Vorus,” he whispered to Aurelia while keeping his eyes on the elven congregation. “I will try to distract the elves. But you need to be my eyes on the ground. If you can use your spectral angel to purify the Wandering
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System A gifted cripple
Azure crystal lamps flickered in the distance, hovering overhead like curious fireflies as a throng of impatient onlookers watched on. In the middle of a circular training arena, a young boy with a frown on his face tightened his trembling grip on a smoking revolver. He looked lean and weak and his cheeks were flushed like dying roses. Despite wearing a furry red cloak over his jacket, he could feel the biting cold wind chilling his bones as it swept the arena from the east. A spectral white wolf flickered behind him like an enormous shadow. It loomed over his head for a few seconds before dissipating into thin air. “Get lost, you pathetic cripple!” “Enough of this shit show!” “He’s just a useless loser!” The disappointed booing from the flock of eager onlookers pierced his chest amidst shouts of mockery. And it was all due to his failure to hit the floating targets. "Magic talent level E, magic power: 29%!" a loud voice sounded as if taunting him. "Shooting score 2/10,
Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System A pointless reincarnation
Ezra lay awake all night, unable to get his failure out of his head. Every single time he tried to sleep, he heard those mocking voices and the cackling faces flashed before his eyes. Recalling all the humiliation and mockery only made him more anxious and uneasy. He tossed and turned in his bed, cursing his fate.He could have never imagined the prospect of his bright future would be snatched away by one freak accident. “What good is this reincarnation if I am destined to live and die as a cripple?” Ezra questioned as he sat up straight on his bed and threw off his quilt. In his previous life, Ezra had been a young schoolboy whose grades were consistently low and who was as athletic as a lazy mule. However, he had always been a good friend to the ones he valued, and would always help those in need even if it was at his own expense. Ezra faintly recalled his past life, and the scene of his death only flashed in his mind in blurry fragments. He remembered getting hit by a truc
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The Corrupted Valley
Killing the undead had become almost like a habit for Ezra. He could wipe out a horde of ghouls or skeletal warriors even with his eyes closed. However, the corrupted elves presented a different kind of challenge.On the one hand, there was the moral implication of committing genocide against the last elven tribes, while on the other, it was another needless waste of time and resources.Ezra knew that he could not command the Imperial Army to fight the elves, or their already dwindling morale would take a greater hit. Besides, he still hadn’t figured out what kind of magic was flowing out of the Wandering Stones.“Alright, here is the plan. We are going to handle things quietly in here. Our goal is to get close to the Wandering Stones and try to disrupt the spell cast by Vorus,” he whispered to Aurelia while keeping his eyes on the elven congregation. “I will try to distract the elves. But you need to be my eyes on the ground. If you can use your spectral angel to purify the Wandering
The Vale of Lost Scribes
Ezra and Aurelia traveled on horseback and soon arrived at the Fist of the Forefathers: an ancient stone structure shaped by the winds. The Vale of Lost Scribes was a mile away. All they needed to do was follow the dirt road.Aurelia glanced at her pocket watch as they stopped to survey their surroundings. It was almost half past five, and the sky still looked as gloomy as before.The winter sun never appeared on the horizon, even as the minutes rolled by in a hurry.“I thought we disrupted the dark spells. Why is the sun still not out?” Aurelia whispered, sticking close to her brother.Ezra looked at the sky, and something in the distance caught his attention. It was a beam of crimson light shooting into the sky and spearing through the dark clouds.“I think that might be the answer to your question. Look over there, sis,” Ezra said, gesturing at the blood-red aura leaking into the darkness.“What the hell is going on here? Is that another dark spell?” Aurelia asked, staring at the c
Envoy to the elven tribes
The last human envoy sent to the free elves of the valley had never returned to civilization. Some spies claimed the messenger was ambushed by the Wind Runners and captured as a prisoner, while other sources said the Thousand Arrows assassinated him on his way back.Although none could verify the claims or substantiate the rumors with hard evidence, the courtiers had unanimously decided to leave the free elves alone and stay clear of their homes.In his previous life as a high school student, Ezra was fond of nature documentaries and spent a considerable amount of time watching videos of uncontacted tribes. While things were a bit different in this world, he was convinced these elves living so far away from civilization would have their own primitive customs and traditions.“I wish we knew someone who has actually spent time among these tribal elves,” Ezra said, pouring over the map.“Well, there are plenty of elves living in Magaravia. But I doubt anyone would know much about the fre
Golems to the rescue
Despite losing many men to Lorelai's blood magic, Marquis Desmond had entered Ignar with a sizeable force. However, the sudden appearance of the Plague Bearer had dealt a crippling blow to their forces.Those who had come into direct contact with the infected scouts or their belongings had contracted the Rotting Plague and died within minutes of each. Meanwhile, the troops who drank the contaminated water were suffering from necrotic rot and black fever.Marquis Desmond had a dismal look on his face. He knew that with their current forces, they barely had enough strength to attack a small village, let alone lay siege to a modern city like Stonewell.“I am sorry, but our forces are stretched too thin. We entered Ignar with three thousand soldiers, but now only a thousand are in marching condition. The rest are either dead or sick with black fever. There is no way they can fight,” Marquis Desmond informed Ezra and Aurelia. “Did you consult the healers and priests?” Aurelia asked.“I di
Death is a mercy
Ezra’s whole world crumbled before his eyes as Aurelia’s words shook the ground beneath his feet. He had already lost her once and promised himself that he would never let any harm befall her under his watch again.“Leave me and go!” Aurelia insisted, her voice turning raspier with each passing second. She looked old and haggard now. It was as if someone had heaped their twilight years upon her and compelled her to carry the burdens of their past.“Don’t just stand there, brother. Get back…to Ignar.” Aurelia’s words sounded groggy and mangled this time. She was trying her best to fight the corruption, but the Plague Bearer’s spores had already started germinating within her and poisoning her mind.Looking at his sister, Ezra was reminded of his father’s death. Even back then he was forced to watch as a silent spectator while they shot Lord Sebastian.“Listen to…me,” Aurelia whimpered, holding on to the last remnant of her humanity. “I don’t have much time. Once…the seeds germinate wi
Progeny of the Plague
Ezra heaved a sigh of relief as the Plague Bearer’s curse was lifted and he was able to access his skills again. His magic power peaked at its threshold as his body absorbed the magic energy from the fallen enemy.The grueling encounter had finally ended, but Aurelia was still missing.Ezra put his musket away and equipped his damned shotgun in one hand, and pulled out a Dark Sight potion with the other.The overhanging canopy of dark leaves blocked all moonlight, turning the heart of the forest into a pit of darkness. Despite the potion empowering his sight, Ezra could only hazily make out the shapes standing in the distance.“Aurelia, can you hear me?” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Where are you, sister?”But instead of any replies, only his own voice echoed back.Ezra trudged through the darkness, blasting his way through the tangled mass of Rot Vines and withered branches blocking his path. Even though the Plague Bearer was dead, the forest was still suffering from rot.Clu
The Plague Bearer (3)
The Plague Bearer thumped across the forest, belching and spreading its filth all around it. The forest reeked like a morgue and the air was heavy with the stench of rotting leaves.Ezra knew he had to play his cards right if he wanted to have any chance of surviving this encounter.The only thing preventing Ezra from turning into a disease-ridden corpse was the Elder Blood potion he had just consumed. But with his magic power completely drained, he had very few options at his disposal.The Bile Pods clustered behind the log cabin blocked Ezra’s path. If he tried to run through them, they would burst open, delivering a fatal dose of necro spores.Standing behind the cabin seemed like a safer choice for now, but the Rot Vines creeping along the forest floor were sure to latch onto him if he stayed there for too long.Ezra thought on his feet and decided to do something unexpected.As the Plague Bearing trudged across the forest with killing intent, Ezra peeked from the opposite corner
The Plague Bearer (2)
A Gunner without magic was nothing more than an ordinary gunslinger. Despite having access to some of the most powerful enchanted firearms, Ezra had no way to fire enchanted bullets without using magic power.The Plague Bearer towered over Ezra, its branch-like arms hanging loosely by its side as a slimy green liquid dripped incessantly from its mouth. Ezra knew he could not rely on his damned shotgun any longer since he was all out of magic power, so he quickly switched to his father’s enchanted musket.Equipping the Gremlin Silver-barreled Musket, Ezra fired a steel pellet at the Plague Bearer. The round pierced its chest, puncturing one of its many swollen blisters.A stream of putrid yellow bile oozed from the Plague Bearer’s bullet wound as it grumbled like an ancient troll. But the shot had barely scratched the surface.Raising its enormous arms, the Plague Bearer let out a hollow growl. As its guttural cry echoed through the forest, it attracted all the wrong kind of attention
The Plague Bearer
Ezra pulled out his damned shotgun and set out on the snaking path, guided by Aurelia’s spectral angel. Her holy aura pushed back the shadows, illuminating the surroundings, but the distant trees still remained in complete darkness.The shadow Ezra had spotted amidst the trees had disappeared without a trace, but the trail of decay lingered on, helping them track their elusive prey.Hunting a Plague Bearer in the dead of the night in the middle of a rotting forest was a fool’s gambit, but for Ezra and Aurelia, there was no alternative. Since the Plague Bearer had already started corrupting the lands around Ignar and infected so many beasts and birds nearby, it was dangerous to let the creature roam free for too long.Three scouts and an unwitting physician had already died from the Rotting Plague, and there was no telling how many more would get infected if things were not handled at once.The deeper they ventured into the forest, the gloomier it got, and the air reeked of rotting fl