Chapitre 79: Getting some Gadgets at the Grunt Armory (19) | Kala's Iron Sword

"This one," I declared with a firm tone as I picked up the large handgun—the fated handgun that had seemed to allure me with its strange charm.

It was a large, modern-looking handgun. The firearm felt solid and heavy in my hand, and I could feel its weight even when I held it with my large grunt hand. Its sleek, light gray metallic finish was polished and felt professionally crafted, almost gleaming under the indoor lights of the shooting range. The handgun had a large frame and a long barrel, giving it a very imposing presence. It seemed like the kind of weapon that demanded respect.

Despite my lack of experience, I could tell it was built to last. The materials felt sturdy and well-made, hinting at a durability that could withstand rough use—even from someone who didn't know how to handle a handgun and would likely break a normal one with their giant grunt hand... like me, of course.