Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

Voices of dissent

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief as Servius vanquished the demonic skull, and the dark clouds disappeared from the sky. But the demon’s warning still echoed in their ears, his words weighing heavily on their fragile hearts.

So far, the people of Magaravia had lived a safe and secure life, sheltered from the dangers of the world outside. But the sudden appearance of the demonic skull showed them how vulnerable they were even inside the walls of the city.

All this time, the residents of the capital had only heard about the undead menace from their distant relatives and often dismissed most stories as idle gossip or rumor. However, the message from the sinister skull made them realize the threat was as real as the light of the sun.

The crowd did not remain silent for too long. Once the demonic skull disappeared, they started discussing the matter in hushed whispers, their hearts already swayed by the ominous claims.

“We are all going to die if His Majesty doesn’t do something!” a young