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Chapter 24 - Major Weapon Upgrade!

Chapter 24: Major Weapon Upgrade!

All he did was trade a few dozen pistols, and the result was already terrifying. What if he sacrificed a few hundred? Would a single shot be able to blow up a tank?

Rhodes had a strange expression on his face.

Of course, based on what he knew about the sacrificial ability, even if he did offer up hundreds of pistols, he might just end up with some old, rusty cannon.

“Since you pack such a punch, I’ll call you Death Sentence.”

Rhodes gave his new weapon a name, then turned to the rest of the firearms. Given his current marksmanship, anything over 100 meters was basically a gamble. So long-range weapons weren’t a priority for now.

In normal situations, a revolver was more than enough for close quarters. But if he ended up facing a powerful magical creature or got surrounded, one revolver definitely wouldn’t cut it. What he needed was a primary weapon capable of large-scale damage at close range. And nothing fit that description better than a shotgun.

Shotguns had a massive attack radius, especially in close-quarters combat. Within three meters? Nothing survives. They were made for close combat and breaching.

His earlier fight with the werewolf had already proven how deadly shotguns could be against magical creatures. If he’d used a regular rifle instead, even taking down a basic werewolf would’ve been a challenge.

Rhodes stacked a dozen shotguns together. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, he threw in the rest of his firearms too. If he was going for maximum firepower, he might as well go all in. With this many guns, surely he’d get something worthwhile, right?

“Equivaria!”

Rhodes clapped his hands. The exchange was triggered.

With a flash of light, the mound of guns vanished, replaced by a pitch-black, four-barreled shotgun, engraved with dark gold patterns. Four ominous barrels stared back at him. Beneath them was a drum-style rotating magazine that could hold twelve rounds. Single and double-barrel shotguns were common, but four barrels? This was a first for Rhodes.

He stared at the shotgun, nearly as long as a grown man’s arm. It radiated an aura of menace and power. He could hardly imagine what could survive a blast from this thing.

Werewolves and vampires? Probably not.

A standard shotgun could already one-shot a werewolf at close range. And this thing? This shotgun cannon? It was forged from the sacrifice of dozens of firearms. He wouldn’t be surprised if it could kill a second-generation werewolf-witch hybrid in a single shot.

He wanted to test it out right away, but firing this thing would definitely attract the neighbors’ attention. A pistol might pass, but a shotgun was loud.

And explaining that to the cops? Yeah, no thanks.

“Forget it. I’ll test it on the other side of the space-time gate.”

Looking at the crates of bullets in his house, Rhodes decided to move on to the next task: ammo synthesis. His guns were strong enough now, but ordinary bullets? Still too underwhelming.

Time to trade those too, and see if any surprises came out of it.

He raised his hand and sacrificed a full crate of bullets. The next second, a few pitch-black cannonballs appeared before him.

“…Huh.”

Rhodes stared at the crate full of old-fashioned fuse-lit cannonballs. He had expected something weird might happen… But this was just absurd. Why did sacrificing bullets give him cannonballs?

“These things… not exactly useful right now.”

After all, he didn’t have a cannon. What was he supposed to do—throw them by hand?

Ridiculous.

Rhodes sighed and packed the cannonballs away. Unfortunately, items that were obtained from the exchange couldn’t be traded again. So, these relics would have to stay in storage for now. But hey, maybe someday he’d get an antique cannon out of a sacrifice. Then they’d come in handy.

“Let’s hope I get lucky this time.”

He pulled out another box of bullets and sacrificed them. Thankfully, this time, his luck didn’t troll him. As a crate of 12.7mm caliber rounds vanished, what was left behind was a small pile of new bullets.

Rhodes picked one up to examine.

They were about the same caliber, but slightly longer and noticeably heavier than standard 12.7mm rounds. That box had contained around 1,500 regular bullets. From that, he only got a hundred of these special ones. Each one was worth fifteen ordinary rounds. No doubt—the firepower would be devastating.

Rhodes set aside one crate each for the revolver and shotgun as backup. The rest of the ammo? All sacrificed.

After burning through a dozen crates, Rhodes obtained four types of enhanced revolver ammo and two upgraded variants of shotgun shells. Of course, there were also a few boxes of antique cannonballs and flintlock ammunition.

All in all, a solid haul.

By the time he wrapped everything up, night had fallen. Rhodes glanced at the three-story mansion in the distance. He wondered if the new neighbors would have nightmares tonight.

Probably not.

From what he remembered, the people who moved into that haunted house only ran into trouble after living there for a while. The evil spirits weren’t stupid. If anyone died the moment they moved in, the government would’ve bulldozed the house ages ago.