Chapter 111 - More Guns (1/2)

”...” Simon bit into a loaf of bread, barely making a sound.

Blue was busy investigating in the city which left Simon some time to not be around her. Using the excuse of 'I have done a lot of work already, now carry some of your own weight', Simon managed to get out of investigative duties, instead he spent the day eating food and drinking wine on the balcony of his room.

Without his dear daughter and disciples to entertain him with their energetic behaviour, Simon quickly became dull again. With a tired expression and a constantly aggravated voice, Simon had reverted back to his behaviour from before he met Dahlia.

”I wonder if Dahlia is eating well? Is that wife of mine feeding our daughter well? Does Dahlia still miss her dad? I wonder when Dahlia will arrive…” A doting father indeed. He would kill millions for Dahlia if he had to.

”Hmmm… I might as well get a gun before Blue comes back. It certainly helps when you can shoot back.”

Simon began meditating on his bed. With his eyes closed and his hands gripped together, Simon began piecing together his gun spirit. Of course, Simon was literally the best person for this.

After transcending the apex of the visionary world, Simon 's imagination and processing power had far exceeded any person in this world. As such, it did not matter even if Simon had no talent, he could still piece together his gun from just his mental strength and imaginative power.

'Imagery' was one of the strongest points of the Visionary system, enabling one to achieve mental powers that could hardly be imagined. Seeing and imagining are two different things, only when your imagination becomes limitless and powerful can one truly be a visionary. With this, Simon began to articulate a matrix in his mind.

A magazine had so many variables to be handled. The equations of the curves, the thickness of the shell, and the mechanism that feeds the bullets.

Simon naturally knew a few guns since he put them in the novel. Naturally, he picked the gun which best suited him. A gun that could destroy anyone and anything.

”Deagle carbine.”

A terrifying handgun known for its stopping power, but converted into a carbine package.

'If I can't kill someone with the first shot, the second shot will do the trick. However, it's unlikely I will ever need to do that. If everyone else in this world uses hunting rifles, muskets and semi-auto rifles, A deagle is enough.'

'Maybe I will encounter a few people with a burst rifle, but I doubt they can outgun me. At the very least, I can take on 20 people of the same level as me and get out of it without heavy wounds. It's totally not like my aim is already god-tier.'

Essentially, Simon had put a .50CAL handgun into a carbine configuration, complete with full auto capabilities and a wide range of possible attachment slots. If he wanted to snipe, he could just add a scope and extended barrel. If he wanted to rush, he could just switch to full auto.

That was Simon's mentality. Do something efficient. He already had enough of waving daggers at people for the last 2 and a half years. If anything, he was sick of it. Now he could just expend his energy and use it to shoot bullets everywhere.

'Hmmm… I probably will still need another minute to complete the frame for recoil reduction.'

Guns. Cultivation. Simon.

Don't mix the three.

1 hour later:

”Grey! I'm finally back… Praise me!” Blue jumped through the door with a stack of papers in his arms, throwing them mid-air at Simon.

”Why are you stupid?” Those were the last words Simon said before a stack of paper scattered all over the room and made a mess of everything.

”Oh, I forgot to bind it. Don't worry, Grey. I'm not the type of person to make the same mistake twice.” Blue gave a hearty thumbs up and payed no attention to the mess she had made.

”Please pick everything up and tell me what you found.”

”Oh! Sorry about that.” Blue ignited a small flame on her fingertip.

”NO!!! DAMMIT! STOOOPP!!!” Simon hurled a huge water balloon at Blue, drenching her in the cold and ruining her outfit.

Since her outfit was thin and did not contain too many layers, mainly being a dress shirt and dress pants, Blue's skin was showing with a glistening plot cliche light centred around her c.h.e.s.t.

”...”

”Go and change, I will just wait over here. You are too much.” Simon sighed, dragging his fingers through his hair, rubbing his scalp vigorously with his expression turned sour.

”How are you going to take resp-”

”FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER YOU HOLD DEAR!! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!”