Chapter 16: "This is the real prisoner workout."

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog left the restaurant and headed straight for the outskirts of City 18 without any hesitation.

They didn't fight or kill anyone, so their identities were not exposed.

For human players, their player nicknames only appear above their heads, like in a web game when they attack or kill someone.

Let alone exposing their identities.

They can't even hide their names.

Of course, in many cases, knowing a human player's name wouldn't be much use anyway.

...

A few hours later.

Kerr and Cowell Scar Dog safely left City 18 without any obstacles; they didn't steal a car but took a taxi to the edge of City 18.

Then they walked from the edge to the wilderness of City 18.

From the edge to the wilderness, it's about an hour's walk.

To be honest.

On Blue Star, their physical fitness was not too good; even a 10-minute walk would require taking a taxi.

Money, well, just spend it.

The purpose of technology is to replace labor with money.

It's because of this...

When they first arrived in this world, they had countless close encounters with danger.

"Phew!"

Seeing no one following them, Scar Dog let out a little breath and complained, "Now I know what the best way to stay fit is."

"Personal trainers, gyms, and protein are all fake."

"Just throw yourself into this world for three months; as long as you survive, your physical fitness would be exponentially better than before."

"This is the real prisoner fitness."

"Hey, Mr. Jacob, are we really going to rob that warehouse?"

"I don't think the Cold Wolf Gang Leader is a good person either. How easy could it be to rob a warehouse guarded by the Law Enforcement Bureau?"

"To hell with that!"

Kerr Cowell spat to the side, took out the ten energy blocks from his arms, and put them next to his mouth with affection. After kissing them, he said excitedly,

"With these energy blocks, we can have our own vehicle."

"For the time being, let's stay out of City 18, so we don't run into the Cold Wolf Gang Leader again."

"I guess, in a few days, the Nightwalkers will make contact with the Cold Wolf Gang, and our cover will be blown."

"Let's get out of here."

"Let's go kill some monsters in the wilderness, level up our firearms to an invincible level, and then slaughter the people in City 18."

"Damn it—"

Kerr spat, licking the corner of his mouth, "Killing a mechanical race player gets you a reward, but I wonder what kind of reward."

"But even if it's a small reward, with so many of them, it shouldn't be too bad."

"What is invincible?"

"For example, when my gun turret has a one-meter caliber, one shot would be like a missile; I think that would be good enough."

"Makes sense!"

Scar Dog's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gave a thumbs up!

...

Soon.

The two of them sneaked into the ruins site.

It was daytime, so they naturally dared not be reckless and could only hide in the shipping container.

There were more than a dozen rifles on the table, about sixteen in total.

They were preparing to upgrade their newly purchased firearms.

"What a pity."

Scar Dog shook his head with slight regret, "We won't be able to go to City 18 for a while, so what can we do with our credit points?"

"This thing can only be spent in the cities of the Mechanical Race, and not anywhere else."

"Just change direction, go to the edge of City 18. We shouldn't run into the Cold Wolf Gang Leader there, and our luck shouldn't be that bad."

"Um... Mr. Jacob."

Scar Dog hesitated and said, "Since we'll eventually end up fighting with the Cold Wolf Gang Leader, why don't we just eliminate him first? We're all flesh and blood; one shot and who can survive?"

"Makes sense."

Kerr Cowell was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately: "Why didn't I think of this? My mind's been foggy these past few days."

"Alright, let's put this matter aside for now."

"Let's enhance the recently purchased firearms first."

Then Kerr Cowell looked at the hand cannon with a bit of heartache. It was a weapon that he had eliminated, and they had spent quite a lot of items on enhancing it, but it was of no use now.

Wait-

A possibility suddenly flashed through his mind.

Would using this item to enhance his newly purchased firearms grant any additional benefits?

With this thought in mind-

Without any hesitation, he opened the panel of the firearm he had just bought.

"Item Name": Black Sword Rifle.

"Item Level": One-Star Item.

"Item Effect": Ammo capacity of 100 shots. Firing speed of 1600 rounds per minute. Effective killing range of 200 meters. Recoil of 2 kilograms.

"Item Introduction": Dustproof, water-resistant, adaptable to a series of difficult combat terrains,-fixed bullet shell, bullets replenish automatically after 24 hours once exhausted.

"Modifiable Range": Caliber, ammo capacity, firing speed, barrel length, and recoil.

"Caliber Enhancement to +1"

Effect: Caliber increased to 2 cm, bullet size changes according to caliber.

Consumption: Two One-Star Items.

When he touched his hand cannon, a message popped up in his mind.

"One-Star Item, Rapid-fire Hand Cannon."

"Caliber and recoil each enhanced once, consuming a total of four One-Star Items."

"Using this item to enhance other firearms can deduct two One-Star Items."

"Only two can be deducted?"

Kerr Cowell frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment before tucking the hand cannon into his chest, deciding not to use it to enhance the rifle he had just bought.

After all, only being able to deduct two was too little, so it's better to keep it as a memento.

After all, this is the gun that accompanied him the longest since he arrived in this world.

Then he looked at the sixteen rifles left behind by Culver and his gang on the table,

He consumed two rifles.

"Ding, consumption of two One-Star Items."

"One-Star Item Steel Sword Rifle's firing speed has been enhanced to +1."

"The firing speed increases from 1600 to 1800 rounds per minute."

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"Ding, consumption of three One-Star Items."

"One-Star Item Steel Sword Rifle's firing speed has been enhanced to +2."

"The firing speed increases from 1800 to 2000 rounds per minute."

2000 rounds per minute.

Kerr Cowell sighed helplessly. His talent, Arbitrary Modification, was a pure late-game talent.

It was difficult to obtain items in the early game.

After going through great pains to get five items, all they did was increase the firing speed from 1600 to 2000.

There was no substantial change.

But if he had tens of thousands of items for enhancement,

An 10,000-round-per-minute rifle would form a firepower net all by itself!

The enemy, in a hail of bullets, could use their last shred of consciousness to savor Mona Lisa's smile.

That would be completely different.

It's just uncertain whether he could survive until the late game.

Kerr Cowell shook his head, temporarily pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, planning to hide in the ruins for a while to collect enough semi-scrapped items.

By then, the situation would be completely different.