Myriad Islands
"Is this world made of small Islands or are there bigger ones?" Elias Gobarau wants nothing but a normal life with his wife. Unfortunately, unforeseen forces have other plans for him as he was swallowed by space and found himself in a world of iceans filled with Islands. ***** Myriad Island is a world where intelligence, strength, fate, luck and even destiny means nothing. The only thing that can keep a sentient being sane was clinging to an ever-abstract concept known as Hope. Follow Elias's journey as he faces dangers of all kinds with the hope of understanding his purpose and possible union with his wife. ***** "Sigh, I left the life of chaos I was born in, how the hell did I end up somewhere worse? Or....is this Hell I was sent to for all the horrible things I was tasked to do?" ***** [Note: No Island is useless, only useless dweller that can't figure out it's usefulness!]
Nuking
Seth examined the green moss vassal. It was just thicker and greener moss. Elias then toppled the armour that was now rusting.
Behind was a place that was dented by bullet shards. "So, as long as a bullet shards attacks it, then the striker will find its mark?" Elias pondered.
He did tried to reload the shotgun but the compartment to put the bullet wasn't opening because the striker has already locked on the target and doing anything with the gun apart from releasing it, will disrupt the lock.
"This gun is sweet. But it has a glaring weakness. Three shards devastated an entire room full of normal wolves just because the moving armour was moving extremely fast which made the bullet fast and deadly. However, against a stationary target, the impact of the bullet's shards isn't that powerful!"
The target must be moving to bring out the full potential of the bullets. And the faster it was, the better.