Capítulo 23: Chapter 23: Can’t Handle It? Not Enough Firepower
In just a few minutes, Rod had finished making several protective charms. He put them away and suddenly remembered something. He reached into his personal storage space and took out his weapon: a double-barreled shotgun, about the length of his forearm.
"I need to upgrade my weapons too," Rod thought to himself.
When he had faced the werewolf that the witch had transformed into earlier, he realized the shotgun's power was a bit too weak. It could still barely kill a regular werewolf with one shot, but when he fired two rounds directly at the witch-werewolf's head, it only caused some injuries—it wasn't lethal.
And that was just a werewolf.
While werewolves were strong, they weren't even close to being at the top of the list of magical creatures. Creatures like griffins or cyclopes from legends were far more powerful and could easily kill a werewolf. Not to mention dragons, who could destroy entire kingdoms with just a thought.
With his little shotgun, how could he ever hope to take down a dragon? He'd be lucky if the bullets even cracked a dragon's scales.
Even though he wasn't certain he'd encounter such powerful magical creatures, it was better to be prepared.
"If one shotgun can't kill something, then I'll just get more of them," Rod muttered as he rubbed his chin.
He didn't believe that there was anything that couldn't be killed. Dragons, celestial beings, demons—if they couldn't be killed, it only meant the firepower wasn't strong enough. The truth lies within the range of artillery: if a shotgun can't do it, use a missile. If a missile can't do it, then bring in a nuclear bomb. Even strongest ones would fall if the firepower were strong enough.
Can't solve the problem? That just means you don't have enough firepower.
While he couldn't get his hands on a missile, he could definitely get more shotguns. In the land of the free, if you had money, you could buy as many as you wanted.
Rod rode into the city and bought a second-hand pickup truck. After asking around, he found a somewhat shady gun shop and bought a load of legal firearms. The store owner gave him a strange look, but a paying customer like Rod wasn't someone to be turned away, so the store's inventory was quickly cleared out.
Back home, Rod looked at the truck bed, which was nearly overflowing with guns. He couldn't help but marvel at how easy it was to buy a gun in this country—it was as simple as buying groceries.
And they were dirt cheap.
Small-caliber pistols cost around a hundred dollars each. Slightly better revolvers were only two or three hundred dollars. Rifles started at five hundred dollars but rarely exceeded a thousand. Only the sniper rifles were a bit more expensive, costing over a thousand dollars.
Even with a truckload of guns, Rod had only spent a few tens of thousands of dollars.
After unloading the guns from the truck, Rod organized them by type: pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, and rifles. He picked out a pile of pistols and began the sacrificial process.
While shotguns packed a punch, pistols were more practical in most situations. They were compact and still packed a deadly punch. Unlike shotguns, which had a wide spread and could easily cause collateral damage, pistols were precise.
Who knew what kind of weapon he would get from sacrificing this many guns?
"Sacrifice!" Rod commanded.
Shwoom!
In the dimly lit room, a flash of light appeared.
The pile of dozens of pistols in front of Rod disappeared in an instant, replaced by a swirling black light that slowly coalesced into a black revolver in his hand.
The gun's body was jet-black, with spiraling red patterns etched along its surface. It looked both elegant and deadly.
"That's it?" Rod squinted, picking up the black revolver from the ground.
It was heavy! Though it looked like an ordinary revolver, it weighed at least three times as much as a normal one. Fortunately, Rod's body was far from human now, and the weight wasn't much of a burden.
But still, what good was the weight if it didn't increase the gun's power?
Rod found this situation odd.
The essence of the sacrificial ability was equal exchange: the value of the sacrificed items was supposed to be equal to what he received in return. Sacrificing dozens of guns for just one revolver didn't seem like a fair trade.
This was the first time something like this had happened after so many sacrifices.
Rod loaded six bullets into the revolver and looked out the window at a large tree outside. He raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A low, thunderous shot rang out, and Rod saw the red patterns on the gun glow faintly.
A fiery burst erupted from the barrel, and a bullet shot out.
Bang!
The bullet hit the tree and punched a hole straight through its thick trunk.
"Hiss!" Rod winced as he felt a slight sting in his wrist from the recoil. His face was full of surprise.
He walked over to the tree and inspected the damage—a hole the size of a fist had been blasted through the trunk.
There was no way a regular revolver could do this much damage.
The power of this gun was probably comparable to a large-caliber sniper rifle!
Rod thought back to the moment he had fired. It seemed like an unknown force had attached itself to the bullet, making it travel faster and hit harder.
An ordinary revolver should never be able to generate such explosive power.
Had he just created a magical weapon?
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