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Magic? Swords? Nah, I have Guns

Noah, just a "normal" university student found himself in a crossfire between his fathers illegal black market business and his competitors that resulted in gun wars. As a supportive son, as well as the young master and the successor of the "business", he joyously involved himself. Equipped with guns and a wicked grin, he proceeded to do what was needed to be done with his title as the "Gun Manic" Ohhh shit, I died! Being backstabbed by his fathers trusted comrades, he found himself with a knife at his chest. He bleed, spatting out curses and blood. At least that was what was supposed to happen. Noah found himself waking up to an unknown world with magic and swords. As if those didn't shock him enough, he was bestowed a system. And in that system, the specifics of his unique ability was displayed. [Exclusive Ability: Armament Creation] With a big and wicked grin, Noah uttered, "Magic? Swords? Nah. I have Guns."

AlienSen · Fantasy
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32 Chs

Leveling up

The bartender concealed a wicked smile on his lips as he swiftly pulled out a knife from his sleeve. Being in the bandit profession for so long and also being an experienced killer, he didn't show any signs of hesitation as he slashed at the kid in front of him, not an ounce of remorse in his eyes.

Noah only snickered, already expecting such a thing. Compared to the bartender, Noah was significantly much faster, because of this, he managed to get a hold of the man's wrist, stopping the attack mid-way, he then followed up with his hand shooting towards the bartender's shirt collar, using a little bit of his strength, he lifted the man's body and threw him over the counter. 

The bartender couldn't even process what had happened, it was too fast, before he knew it, he was looking at the ceiling before his back hit the solid floor.

The sound of falling chairs and the sharp sound of unsheathing weapons echoed in the corridors of the bar. Those who were scrutinizing Noah earlier had already stood up with weapons in their hands, looking at him with vicious looks. 

It was all it took for the thin ice to make a resounding break. 

With a sigh, a wide grin spread from Noah's face, "Let's get this over with."

It was time to level up.

Someone close beside Noah made the first move, he lunged at him with a sharp blade and sliced. He thought the kid wouldn't be able to react because currently, he was in his blind spot.

However, Noah threw a cold bucket at the man's head. He easily evaded the attack and followed up with his own, a kick to the guts that sent the man hurtling to the tables. 

The show of decisiveness and agility caused the other people in the bar to gasp, Noah took this chance to attack. Grabbing a chair near him, he threw it at the closest people to him.

The unfortunate man who saw the chair being thrown at him quickly tried to evade but in doing so, he was met with a sword in his chest, he couldn't even react before death took him away. Blood gushed out as Noah pulled out his sword but didn't let go of the corpse just yet as another man attacked him with a slash of a sword, Noah didn't even react and just used the corpse he had killed as a shield.

Noah then shoved the corpse into the man who had attacked him who was still in a state of shock as he had just sliced a comrade of his instead of the kid, he tripped as the corpse was shoved into him. Noah then ruthlessly plunged his sword into both of them, penetrating through the layers of flesh. 

Noah pulled the sword as blood was once again spilled.

It was at this point that this gang of bandits realized they weren't just dealing with just any kid. Once they get complacent they would get killed. This kid was just as much, if not more experienced in killing than them.

Noah cracked his neck as his devilish smile sent them shivers. 

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As Noah was taking care of the other members of the Boar Bandits and was much more focused on killing them, the bartender from earlier took this chance to escape and go to the second floor of the bar which was the inn.

'I-I need to tell the boss about this.'

As he reached the room on the second floor, he gulped as a feeling of fear pervaded his heart. His boss was very strict when it came to disturbing him when he was having "fun" in his room, still, the matter was very urgent, he would overlook it right?

He knocked on the door.

The shameful noises of moaning and grunting could not be blocked by the thick wall.

At this point, the bartender became agitated as he knocked once again, he was afraid but he had no choice, he knew for a fact that sooner or later, that absolute devil would wipe out those fools, he had to inform his boss of the threat.

He gulped as he heard the sounds die down. The door opened and he was greeted by a a very big man wearing only shorts, his upper body was bare, he had a big belly as well as big and hairy chest.

His upper body was glistening with sweat, it seemed that he was really putting in the work.

His brows furrowed as his eyes gleamed with anger, the bartender felt that if he didn't explain, he would be killed.

"Haven't I told you not to disturb me when I'm in my room." The boss' threatening words made the bartender flinch. His glowing eyes told him he would do much more than just kill him if he didn't give a satisfactory and reasonable answer.

"The-there's a single kid downstairs causing a ruckus and is killing off the other members."

Silence reigned as the big man furrowed his brows tighter.

"Is that so, how dare a kid cause a ruckus in my turf and dare to come here alone. Most of all, how dare he disturb me." The big man's face contorted to one of anger and fury.

"You incompetent fools can't even handle a little kid, it's seems I have to do all the work once again. Useless bunch." The bartender broke into cold sweat.

The boss pushed the bartender aside as he walked towards the stairs.

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Spluurchh

Noah pulled his sword out the killing the last of the many members of the Boar Bandits.

Noah remained unscathed but covered in blood that belonged to his killed enemies.

He stood with a sword in his hand, bloodied but not wounded. Around him was chaos, chairs and tables were broken and tossed aside. Corpses were littered on the ground as the smell of blood permeated the atmosphere, on the corpses, slash wounds, broken ribs, and broken bones could be seen.

The scene painted for a very gore and terrifying display of power and ruthlessness.