Chapter 114 Magnetic Railgun Rifle <TOC> Chapter 116 Santanu
Translator: SumTLMan
Li Mu examined the handgun in his hand. The craftsmanship was extremely delicate, with a compact structure, and the smooth body of the gun resembled a piece of art.
The grip was tailored to his hand, wrapped in white-bristle wild buffalo leather, providing a superb hold.
“Magnetic rail handgun. When the safety is on, it can be charged through Electrokinesis from the holy relic, or it can fire bullets directly through electric current; it cannot be charged when the safety is off. Semi-automatic, with a magazine capacity of twenty rounds.”
Shen Luoyan introduced, hugging her shoulders.
Li Mu removed the magazine and squeezed out a bullet. Since there was no need for gunpowder, the bullet only consisted of the projectile, so even though the gun’s internal capacitor took up considerable space, the magazine capacity still far exceeded that of ordinary handguns.
He reloaded the magazine, turned on the safety, and activated the Electrokinesis. Electric arcs danced, funneling into the handgun.
Pulling the trigger, the gun shook violently, and a bullet instantly shot out from the chamber, disappearing from sight. Moments later, a loud bang echoed from the underground river.
Li Mu disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger again, firing three shots in quick succession. The gun’s recoil was weaker when using the holy relic’s Electrokinesis as the power source.
He looked at the handgun in his hands once more, reluctant to let it go. With this handgun, he now had a means of attacking enemies from a distance.
“What did you make with that block of Thersilver?”
Li Mu asked curiously, having given Shen Luoyan complete control over the use of the Thersilver.
Thersilver was precious, especially for awakened individuals like Shen Luoyan, who excelled in shaping and manipulation.
“I made this. Haven’t you noticed it all this time?”
Shen Luoyan said somewhat discontentedly, displaying a silver bracelet on her wrist connected to five rings on her fingers by thin chains.
Delicate multicolored flowers and leaves were engraved on the fingers and rings, resembling a multitude of blossoming flowers.
“There’s still half a block of Thersilver left. We can make something for Xiao Mei later.”
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At the Avonigarda City Orphanage, the entire orphanage was situated in the outskirts, quite remote, with hardly any signs of human habitation nearby. A small path made of crushed stone connected the area.
The entire orphanage resembled a fortress, with walls made of thick reinforced concrete, capable of withstanding machine-gun fire.
The orphanage housed over five hundred orphans, divided into more than ten classes. They had designated relaxation time each day, but the rest of the time was spent working in the orphanage’s factory.
A group of children played outside the orphanage. Most of them were under ten years old, with rosy complexions, frolicking on the sandy ground.
They were at an age of carefree innocence, having completely forgotten their tragic experiences before entering the orphanage. Even if they had to work for more than ten hours a day, nothing could stop them from playing wholeheartedly during their free time.
When Sam was just a baby, he was abandoned at the doorstep of the orphanage. It was the matron who brought the nearly frozen child inside and raised him.
Growing up in the orphanage, Sam’s entire world was within its walls as far as his memory was concerned.
Suddenly, Sam saw a crow land on the sandy ground. It had a pair of crimson eyes and feathers that seemed as exquisite as fine silk, so black that they almost seemed to absorb light.
“How beautiful!”
The beautiful feathers reflected a rainbow of metallic hues in the sunlight.
The crow hopped about on the sand, occasionally pecking at stones and searching for insects underneath them.
Sam cautiously circled behind the crow, attempting to catch the beautiful bird.
Most ordinary birds in the wasteland were emaciated and had sparse feathers; it was rare for a crow to maintain such a perfect state.
Just then, several children behind him started fighting over the slide. They screamed and wrestled with each other, leaving each other bloodied and bruised.
One child was even pushed off the slide and fell to the ground, clutching their arm and wailing in pain.
The matron rushed over, blowing a whistle. She picked up the fighting children and ordered them to line up, whipping their backs with a rattan cane.
“You little troublemakers, what have you done? I leave you alone for a moment, and you almost kill each other. No dinner tonight, and three days of solitary confinement for everyone. I hope you learn your lesson.”
The orphanage’s matron was a robust middle-aged woman with arms as thick as an average person’s thigh. She wore an apron and had a voice that sounded like a megaphone.
“If you cause trouble again, I’ll throw you out of the orphanage and let the Rakshasa eat you all!”
Several fully armed guards walked over and took the children back to the orphanage.
By the time Sam came to his senses, he found that the crow had already flown away, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
The matron always used the Rakshasa to scare the children in the orphanage. In her description, the Rakshasa was a hopelessly wicked creature that liked to catch children as snacks.
She had even shown the children photos of gnawed and mangled corpses, their bones covered in bite marks.
When Sam first saw those photos, he had nightmares for a week, running a high fever that nearly claimed his life in bed.
Time swiftly reached mealtime, and the clang of a bell resounded throughout the orphanage.
The children, who had been playing, immediately flooded back into the orphanage like a tidal wave.
The orphanage’s meals were not bad; steaming rice with curry, a fresh tomato, and a cup of milk exceeded the dietary standard for at least eighty percent of people in the wasteland.
Almost all the children were wolfing down their food, stuffing it into their mouths as quickly as possible.
The matron stood at the front, a smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she were a caretaker watching her pigs eat joyfully.
Suddenly, she turned her head and saw a crow that had flown in at some point, perching on the ceiling fan.
The matron’s face wrinkled, and just as she was about to drive the creature away, a maidservant came running over.
“Matron, a new order has arrived.”
The matron glared fiercely at the maidservant and walked out of the dining hall. She took out a key and unlocked the door to the telephone room.
A communication cable connected directly to the Governor’s Mansion.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to make her voice sound gentler before picking up the phone and dialing a number.
“Hello, how many pigs does the mansion require?”
A somewhat reserved voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Send two over, not too old, with slightly higher body fat.”
“Alright, alright.”
The matron nodded and bowed, hung up the phone, straightened up, and closed the door to the telephone room.
“Bring numbers 091827 and 092016 here.”
Chapter 114 Magnetic Railgun Rifle <TOC> Chapter 116 Santanu