One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

Moreover, the level of technology on each island varies greatly; some are like primitive people, while others are incredibly technologically advanced.

While it's true that the islands are isolated due to their magnetic fields, leading to significant technological gaps, this is still absurd.

Iron Hammer fiddled with the flintlock pistol in his hand, preparing to use his abilities to modify it.

After all, old-fashioned flintlock guns not only had limited power, but also had many problems with gunpowder, being unable to be used with water and being very troublesome to operate.

"Duang~"

The familiar clanging sound rang out, and the hammer, wielded in the right hand, struck again and again.

After such a long period of forging, he discovered that the attributes assigned to each item were actually fixed.

For example, standard boots only have two attributes: one is to move swiftly, and the other is to increase gravity.

Therefore, as long as the attributes are accurately identified, he can carry out mass production.

However, all of this is predicated on his ability to quickly trigger critical strike bonuses.

The repeated hammering brought a deep sense of calm to the hammer.

It has entered a special state.

This state is hailed by Hammer as the "wise moment".

Unparalleled concentration; every strike was executed with perfect force and angle.

[Ding... Critical Strike Infusion Triggered]

[Improves the flintlock rifle with extended magazine capacity and continuous fire capability.]

Become!

Hammer picked up the forged flintlock pistol with delight.

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The entire gun body became smoother, and an extremely long vertical magazine appeared where bullets were loaded.

It looks somewhat like a carbine.

After glancing at the magazine capacity, Hammer immediately retrieved thirty bullets.

After loading everything, Iron Hammer walked out of the lounge and onto the deck.

"Hey, Hammer, why does your gun look so weird?"

Lance immediately noticed the gun in Hammer's arms and couldn't help but feel curious.

"This is something I just forged, look."

Iron Hammer raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at a flock of seagulls in the sky.

"Chug, tug, tug, tug!"

A series of sputtering sounds suddenly rang out.

Everyone was shocked. What did they see?

The gun, which was originally a single-shot weapon, suddenly became a burst-fire weapon?

"Holy crap, Iron Hammer, you gave this gun some special properties?!"

"This gun?"

Lance was also shocked; he knew about Iron Hammer's abilities.

The hammer emptied the magazine, revealing a very satisfied expression.

"Yes, I used my abilities to forge this gun, giving it the ability to fire in bursts."

"Later, bring all the guns to my lounge."

Upon hearing Iron Hammer's words, Lance and the soldiers were overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

"Hurry! Get all the guns to Colonel Iron Hammer's room!"

"Oh, right, Lance, change course and head to Sabaody first. We need to replenish our supplies."

"After all, with the increase in ammunition capacity, we may face a situation where we don't have enough bullets."

Lance nodded to indicate that he understood, and then ordered the warship to change course and head towards Sabaody Archipelago.

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Chapter 33 Pure, Big Fat Sheep

"This guy, that rate of fire!"

“That’s so cool!”

Holding his new gun, Lance, having emptied the magazine, watched the seabirds fall from the sky, feeling incredibly satisfied.

He was a sharpshooter in Xihai before attending the training camp.

With unerring marksmanship, he joined the training camp with the aim of learning better techniques to improve his marksmanship.

This is why, even though his initial Dao power test score wasn't high, he still received training.

"Iron Hammer, can you mass-produce this gun?"

Iron Hammer smiled slightly and said with great confidence, "Give me enough materials and time, and I guarantee that all of you will be able to upgrade from ragtag guns to cannons!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Even the warships seemed to move a little faster.

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"Iron Hammer, you're asking for way too much! Ten thousand bullets at once? Do you think this place is a warehouse?"

Major General Phil Jackson of Sabaody looked speechlessly at the smiling Iron Hammer in front of him.

After half a day's voyage, Iron Hammer's warship finally arrived at Naval Base No. 66.

He quickly approached his old superior and asked for 10,000 rounds of rifle ammunition.

This infuriated Phil Jackson.

Although the Sabaody Naval Base is considered a relatively well-off place, Sabaody, as a very important town, has always been heavily guarded.

The personnel and military strength are relatively sufficient.

But that's not why Iron Hammer could just come up and ask for bullets.

"Hey, Major General, your vision is too short-sighted."

"This time, I am here on the orders of a general from the Warring States period to inspect the North Sea."

"You know the North Sea, it's a place where the mafia, underground organizations, and pirates are all intertwined. Without enough ammunition, how am I supposed to patrol?"

"Besides, the Sabaody base is practically my hometown. It's not unreasonable for me to take some ammunition from my own hometown, is it?"

Major General Phil Jackson was so angry at Iron Hammer's remarks that he laughed.

"You idiot, if you're going to say that you stay in every branch in the world for a month, wouldn't all the branches become your hometown?"

"When the time comes, all the branches will have to support you the moment you speak up?"

What was originally Phil Jackson's angry remark turned into something unexpected. Iron Hammer actually started to think about it and then blurted out something that made everyone want to vomit blood: "Major General, you're absolutely right. It's a good idea. Then I won't have to worry about food and drink!"

"Get lost! I'll give you three thousand bullets at most, that's all!"

Before Hammer could speak again, Major General Phil Jackson pushed him out the door, then slammed the door shut and locked it.

Hammer sighed helplessly, glared fiercely at the door, and muttered, "Stingy!"

As soon as he stepped out of the office, Lance greeted him with anticipation.

"How's it going, Hammer? Have the bullets arrived yet?"

Tiechui shook his head.

Lance was taken aback at first, then sighed and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. After all, our team only has a hundred people, and asking for ten thousand bullets right off the bat is really going too far."

"Hmph, I'm a man of my word. If I say I'll get you 10,000 bullets, then it has to be 10,000. Not a single one less."

"Wait here for me, I'm going out for a bit!"

Hammer, looking displeased, gave a brief explanation and turned to walk towards the town, leaving Lance completely bewildered.

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After leaving GR 66, Hammer first changed his clothes, since wearing a navy uniform and cape was not suitable for the next destination.