"This is a gun?" In the Church of Justice's underground shooting range, the head of the police who had come in response to the news glanced at the evidence on the table and felt his intelligence deeply insulted—who lets their child use a .50 revolver like this.
What kind of joke was this? Without the strength enhancement of a Transcendent Sequence, even an adult couldn't handle this monstrosity. Maybe one in a hundred mortals might manage it, but definitely not this adolescent who didn't seem fully grown. A .38 snub-nose, he could believe, but this .50 snub-nose... The officer tried to pick it up and found that it was essentially a lump of iron.
The solid kind.
"You're not trying to trick me, are you?" Although he said this, the officer understood that in this world everyone could deceive him, but not these fellows from the Church of Justice. With the True God on their side, lying—as the Thanan people say—was like a centenarian hanging himself because life was too long.