Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"You can't just eat whatever you want, and you can't just say whatever you want. If I really wanted to mess with you, would I be here pretending to be something I'm not doing?" An Ran's expression was unfriendly.

"Let go!" Edgar tried to pry the chopsticks apart, but he was completely powerless.

"What do you want to do? Let go!"

"I'll shoot if you don't let go."

A group of people immediately surrounded Anran, Lenoras, and Glick.

"Don't panic, everyone, let's talk this out." Glick quickly waved his hand.

This is a trick.

An Ran released his grip, but Edgar did not feel relieved because he suddenly noticed more than a dozen drones overhead.

The gleaming muzzle of the gun was terrifying.

"As expected..."

Before the man holding the pistol could finish speaking, he found that the gun in his hand had been taken by An Ran.

I rub.

Edgar gripped his injured finger tightly, speechless with shock. At this speed, everyone here was a complete novice.

"You'd better not make any rash moves. Once the commander comes out, you're dead!" Edgar declared.

But An Ran immediately raised her gun.

Oops.

"If you move again, I'll shoot."

The gun was pointed at Edgar.

"Don't……"

boom.

"what--"

Edgar screamed, nearly scared out of his wits, and instinctively crouched down.

Ok?

After a moment, he suddenly realized that he hadn't experienced any additional pain. He was fine; he had been incredibly lucky to have dodged it.

All I could hear were exclamations like "Holy crap!", "He's inhuman!", "How high is his stamina?", and "He's completely unharmed!"

"You're too kind, you're too kind," Edgar said, feeling grateful. He didn't know how he had managed to avoid it.

Humans always have moments when they perform beyond the ordinary.

but……

He raised his head.

An Ran had the gun pointed at his own chest.

"..."

How is this going?

Click click.

While Edgar was puzzled, Anran demonstrated to him how I played against myself.

The railgun-accelerated bullets left the barrel instantly, two in total. The pointed bullets struck An Ran's abdomen at extremely close range, and the other struck her chest. Then—

It bounced off.

opened.

The.

One of the ricocheting bullets landed on the ground, while another ripped a furrow down Edgar's hair from the middle.

A hemisphere on the left, a hemisphere on the right, and a groove in the middle.

"..."

hiss--

Glick and Lyranos both gasped in shock.

"Steel, steel..."

The NPC is incredibly strong; he can deflect bullets at such close range.

stare!

“That was really amazing!” Glick said.

→_→

An Ran remained calm and composed.

Actually, her strongest defensive part is her back, that's for sure, you can believe it.

The surrounding pirates were speechless, even though Edgar's current appearance was quite bizarre.

They looked down at the guns in their hands.

This……

Not only could they not kill her, but if they were unlucky, the ricocheting bullets could kill them themselves.

"I can play with bombs too..."

Suddenly, another bomb appeared in An Ran's hand.

Hey, hey, hey.

The people who had formed a circle immediately scattered in a panic.

This is not a joke.

"But I play at least this big; anything smaller doesn't suit my taste and is no fun at all."

That's true.

Glick's expression was strange. Men like big ones, and supposedly women like big ones too. Hmm, that sounds weird. He was talking about bombs, which doesn't seem to make any problem.

The bigger it is, the more powerful it will be, without considering more advanced technology.

"Let's talk this out. Put the bomb away first," Edgar said with a mournful face.

"and many more."

Don't wait any longer, I'm scared of dying, okay?

An Ran ignored Edgar and focused her gaze on one of the two people who had come to deliver the message.

It's the one from the Crimson Pirates.

His gaze moved down from her chest.

Edgar wanted to say something more, but soon everyone noticed something was wrong and they all looked over.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The person panicked the moment he was stared at like that.

“You…” An Ran began.

Could it be that...?

The man from the Shadow Pirates' companion's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly took a step back: "Could it be that you, Franky, planted that bomb?!"

The target was Frankl.

"It's you?" Edgar frowned.

If it really was the Crimson Pirates, then...

“You wet your pants,” An Ran said.

puff--

Franks froze.

Edgar felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

No wonder An Ran looked at him...

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the same spot: Franks' crotch, where it was indeed wet.

"No, don't talk nonsense, I didn't wet my pants," Frank quickly denied.

"Then why is your genitals wet, Franks? If you peed, you peed. There's nothing wrong with admitting it."

I already said no.

"It's just wetting your pants. I peed my pants when I was a kid too. Don't worry, buddy, I won't laugh at you."

Franks looked furious, glaring at the people around him angrily: "If you don't believe me, come and smell it yourselves. If this is piss, I'll chop you up!"

"..."

Who the hell would smell that?

After Franks got to this point, no one brought it up anymore.

Fortunately.

Franks breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought something terrible was going to happen, but thankfully it was just a false alarm.

"Don't move."

In a flash, Franks suddenly realized that a short figure had appeared in front of him—it was the unfamiliar girl.

"Uh……"

Lenoras and Glick were stunned. Could it be that "Quiet" was so strange that they had to go up and smell him?

Fortunately, their doubts were quickly dispelled by An Ran's actions.

Taking advantage of Franks' moment of carelessness, An Ran casually scooped something out of his waist.

It was a metal piece the size of a button.