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Chapter 136 Resentment Revolver

Upon hearing this, Xilun was struck dumb, frozen in place.

I can't believe such a thing actually happened!

Doesn't that mean that in the dark side of this world, in the high-sequence circles, extraordinary individuals can even fight each other over extraordinary relics or extraordinary characteristics that might be extracted from each other?

This is simply a cruel game of breeding! Everyone is a hunter, and everyone is also the prey.

Xiren's mind raced like a storm, and a strong sense of crisis gripped his heart instantly.

He remembered Sislow's venomous gaze before he left, and Robert's twisted face.

If one's growth rate is too fast, will some high-level extraordinary individuals treat one as a mobile "materials library"?

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the chill in his heart.

Before you have absolute strength, you must be more low-key.

He pondered that, apart from the short sword he had taken from Robert, he had no special items that could save his life for the time being.

The most urgent task now is to see what these extraordinary items are and what they are used for, so as to enrich our tactical system.

Xiren shifted his gaze from the strange materials back to the shelves displaying the extraordinary relics.

As Wall watched as Siren quickly regained his composure, he nodded inwardly and continued, "However, you must understand that first-tier extraordinary relics are not actually very useful."

Because in the market, as long as you have enough gold coins, you can buy many items with similar effects.

Some powerful weapons forged by top blacksmiths, such as steel swords infused with alchemical materials, are no less formidable than lower-tier extraordinary relics.

Xilun nodded slightly in agreement. He walked to the shelf and saw a simple, antique-looking short sword.

He reached out and picked it up, playing with it for a while, his fingers brushing against the blade, feeling the coldness and sharpness of the metal.

A moment later, he put it down.

The quality of this short sword is roughly the same as Robert's family heirloom, and it is even slightly inferior in terms of toughness.

Xilun pondered the matter in his mind.

Extraordinary relics sound like they'll be the mainstream items for high-level extraordinary individuals in the future, including weapons, armor, and special items.

However, at least at the current Tier 1 stage, the function of extraordinary relics is not significantly different from that of normal technological tools.

For example, Robert's short sword, although machine-forged with some hand polishing, is of excellent quality and is in no way inferior to many low-level extraordinary relics.

Xilun pondered that since that was the case, he didn't need to rush to change his weapons.

You can first look for extraordinary relics with special effects, and if there are any that are extremely special, you can make an appropriate selection.

After all, his breathing technique is the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," which doesn't have strict requirements for cultivation materials; it mainly relies on hard work and extreme environmental stimulation.

Siren turned and asked, "Lord Wall, may I ask what extraordinary relics are here, and what special effects they possess?"

Wall thought for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Xilun's waist, and said, "The short sword hanging at your waist is already of very good quality. I don't think you would even look at a normal melee-type extraordinary relic."

He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "How about you take a look at this?"

Wall walked up to a stand-alone cabinet covered by bulletproof glass, took out a key, and opened it.

Inside was a wooden box lined with dark red velvet, containing a short-barreled pistol with a somewhat bulky design.

The barrels are arranged in a cylindrical shape, with six chambers inside.

This is an old-fashioned firearm that has been phased out of the market.

Wall carefully took out the box and said, "This is a pistol that a navigator carried before setting sail. From the outside, it looks like a very ordinary pepper-box pistol."

Wall's voice turned low, as if telling an old ghost story: "This gun went to sea with the navigator. Along with it went the navigator's sword and a box of oranges to prevent scurvy."

He encountered a storm at sea and drifted for forty-five days.

When he was finally discovered, he had already been killed by sharks, and his mangled body lay submerged in the damaged cabin.

"Those who went to recover the body found no extraordinary characteristics on him, nor any valuable or unusual relics. Later, according to the investigation by the church's occult experts—"

At this point, Wall pointed to the gun lying quietly on the velvet and said in a somber tone, "This gun carries the extreme despair and extraordinary qualities of that navigator before his death, as well as his resentment towards this sea during his lifetime."

These elements intertwined to form a unique firearm—the Resentment Revolver.

Xilun's gaze was fixed on the gun, as if he could feel a chilling aura emanating from its dark surface.

Wall continued to describe its capabilities: "When the trigger is pulled, a fire serpent will shoot out of the barrel, completely enveloping the bullet."

The enemy hit will not only suffer the physical kinetic energy of the lead bullet, but will also be burned by extremely high temperatures.

Xilun nodded slightly. It sounded like it was working well, giving an ordinary gun an extra layer of magical burning power, which could cause great damage in actual combat.

Wall pointed to the gun, his tone becoming serious: "However, this gun has an extremely strange characteristic."

It doesn't require you to manually load bullets; instead, a single bullet, formed from resentment and fire elemental energy, is automatically generated in the chamber every minute.

"Moreover, once only one bullet remains in the gun, that bullet will be imbued with the navigator's most intense resentment before his death."

Upon hitting an enemy, it not only inflicts physical and fire damage but also inflicts a powerful mental shock.

This causes the enemy to suffer damage and be temporarily haunted by resentment, experiencing auditory hallucinations, mental confusion, and difficulty concentrating and regulating their energy.

Walter paused, then pointed out the gun's fatal flaw: "But after firing the last bullet, the gun will also fall into a dead silence for a full hour, unable to generate any more bullets."

After listening carefully, Xilun quickly constructed a practical application scenario for the gun in his mind.

Upon closer examination, it seems to be a treasure that perfectly fits his previous tactical system.

The first five bullets are equivalent to a fire-enchanted version of the Pepperbox pistol, which can be used for suppression and armor penetration.

The final shot has an additional mental shock effect, making it an amazing skill for interrupting enemy ultimate moves or creating openings.

However, the bullet generation speed is too slow, and there is a vacuum period of up to one hour, which requires users to have extremely high shooting accuracy and timing.

However, I am currently training in close combat under Lord Lund, so I am not afraid of being approached when I run out of bullets.

For him now, an ordinary pepper-box pistol would have a hard time penetrating the black scales beneath his skin unless it hits a vital spot like the eye.

However, if the shot is fired at close range, the enormous kinetic energy still poses a danger.

Xiren didn't make a decision immediately; he considered it carefully and asked, "Are there any other suitable options?"

Wall laughed and said, "I'm quite free today, so I'll give you a more detailed introduction."

Next, Wall led Siren on a tour of the warehouse and introduced two special and extraordinary items.

One was a nautical chart contained in a sheepskin tube.

It is said that it was not left behind by the deceased navigator, but by an item from an even older era.

It is said that as long as you follow the celestial signs on the nautical chart, you can find a lost treasure, but so far, no one has succeeded in finding it.

The other was a pair of light and nimble black boots displayed on a wooden shelf.

These boots are made of leather from some unknown creature. When worn, they create a gentle breeze around the ankles, making the wearer more agile and the material extremely durable, impervious to swords and knives.

In addition, Wall introduced several common and precious extraordinary cultivation materials.

For example, the "flowing heart fruit" packaged in a rot-resistant wooden box. This is a special and extraordinary plant that grows on the edge of cliffs and is guarded by the intermediate-level exotic species "spotted cloud leopard".

It only produces six fruits each autumn, and it is said that if you can eat all six, you can reach the threshold of the extreme realm ahead of time.

However, extraordinary individuals can only consume one pill at a time. Even if the effects of the first pill are completely digested, they cannot consume a second pill, otherwise it will cause extreme physiological discomfort or even lead to genetic collapse.

Xilun stood in front of the shelf, lost in thought for a long time.

The sea chart was too ethereal and unpredictable, and while the Flowing Heart Fruit was tempting, it had extremely limited limitations. He was mainly torn between his resentment towards the revolver and the nimble black boots.

The boots would perfectly complement the leg-based combat techniques he was about to train hard, significantly increasing the lethality of his lower limbs and his mobility.

Guns, on the other hand, can greatly utilize the "proficient" level of marksmanship on his stats to increase his lethality at medium and long ranges.

Xilun closed his eyes, simulating the battle scenarios that would result from the two choices in his mind.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze becoming resolute.

"Lord Wall, I choose to hate the revolver."

Wall nodded slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said, "A wise choice. But you just said you were going to practice leg fighting techniques; I thought you'd choose those boots. Why didn't you?"

Xilun calmly replied, "Comparatively speaking, my biggest weakness right now is long-range control and attack."

I believe that at this stage, addressing fatal weaknesses is more important than endlessly strengthening strengths.

Moreover, my marksmanship is actually quite good.

He looked at the revolver and analyzed, "With a regular pepper-box pistol, the trajectory will deviate significantly beyond five meters, making it impossible to aim accurately."

However, compared to other weapons, this Resentment Revolver, because its bullets are condensed energy, maintains a precise firing range within thirty meters with minimal power loss. For me, this is an excellent secondary weapon.

When he emerged from the vault, Xiren carried a heavy wooden box in his arms; the Resentful Revolver was now in his possession.

Outside the warehouse, Wall looked at Siren and suddenly remembered something, saying, "By the way, you don't have a gun license right now. Although no one cares around here in the Lower City, it'll be difficult if you go to the bustling areas of the Lower City or encounter a police checkpoint. It won't be convenient for you to carry a gun with you in the future."

Xilun frowned slightly; this was indeed a problem.

Wall waved his hand and laughed, "But it's alright, Yuri will introduce you to a secret gathering of extraordinary individuals later. In that circle, there will be people who will take care of things like gun licenses for you."

Siren was taken aback, not expecting Yuri's arrangements to be so thorough. He sighed inwardly, realizing that having someone to mentor and protect you makes things much easier in a behemoth like the Brotherhood.

He nodded slightly and sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your care, Lord Wall."

After Wall left in his carriage, Siren found a secluded corner, took the Resentful Revolver out of its box, and placed it close to his body in the inside pocket of his suit.

Strangely, the seemingly bulky gun felt cool and light against his body, as if it had no weight at all, and it did not affect his movements at all.

After dealing with the weapons, Celen opened his umbrella and went straight to a branch of the Royal Bank in the most bustling area of ​​the Lower City.

Pushing open the glass doors adorned with brass, the hall, with its gleaming marble floors, seemed like a completely different world from the muddy streets outside.

Xilun walked to the counter.

The female clerk behind the glass window was trimming her nails, and she glanced at Xilun casually.

Although Xiren was dressed in a well-fitting suit, the lingering chill emanating from her and the indifference unique to the lower city made her instinctively feel a sense of disdain.

"Sir, are you depositing or withdrawing money, or purchasing financial services?" The female teller's voice was calm and even.

"Deposit the money," Xilun said expressionlessly, taking the folded check out of his pocket and handing it over through the gap under the counter.

The female teller took the check somewhat impatiently, but when she unfolded the paper and saw the string of numbers and the dark gold seal of the Royal Bank, her nail-trimming motion suddenly froze.

£115!

The female teller suddenly looked up, her cold mask shattering instantly. She quickly put on an extremely obsequious and respectful expression, her voice becoming sweet: "Sir, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll process your storage service right away."

She worked quickly on the machine, and in an attempt to build rapport, she said in a coquettish voice, "I'm so sorry, I'm not feeling well today."

I've been feeling really down since I broke up with that good-for-nothing boyfriend yesterday, so please forgive me for any neglect I may have caused you earlier.

Xilun frowned slightly, glanced at her with surprise, and wondered to himself.

Why are you telling me you broke up with your ex? I only care about when my money will be deposited into my account.

Seeing no reaction, the female teller's smile became somewhat awkward, but looking at the huge check, she still managed to hold back her outburst.

After the other party finished processing and handed over a brand-new passbook, the female teller, unwilling to give up, leaned forward slightly, her collar opening a little, and quickly said, "Sir, we also have many other high-quality financial services here."

For example, purchasing municipal debt in Saint Laurent City yields very stable returns.

Or perhaps you could take a look at some high-return investment funds?

Or—would you like to leave your personal contact information so I can personally contact you for any future business?

Xilun took the passbook, confirmed that the numbers on it were correct, and then carefully put it away.

He looked at the female clerk's face, which was filled with desire, but his eyes remained completely unmoved.

"No need." Xiren opened his black umbrella, turned and walked towards the door, his cold voice echoing in the hall, "I have no interest in these products, nor in you."

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