The Greatest Sniper Reincarnates in a Fantasy World

Like a Fine Wine

Asther didn’t waste any time and began making the weapons right away. That is what was supposed to happen right after he finished creating the blueprints. Unfortunately, the day is almost done.

He can see the warm colors of sunset filling up the forest. Asther still finds it a bit weird that the dungeon also follows the normal intervals of day and night as if it is still part of Jhinn. He didn’t think of this as a nuisance of course. In fact, he thinks that this is actually a good thing because, it reduces the amount of things that he and his allies need to adjust to inside the dungeon. And, because the intervals are the same, this means that Asther needs to head back to camp. It’s time for dinner.

“Where have you been?” This is the question Octavia asked as soon as he popped up.

“I stayed on the area we used as an arena. Thought I’d get a bit of mind work done there.” The necromancer replied.

“And did you?” Claire asked.

“Is that even a real question? Of course I did.” Asther replied