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  "No, no, you do not understand. I am one of the knights that directly serve the king, I am here to report from a mission he personally asked my troop to do!"

  "We need proof of your identity."

  "Proof?" The man started crazily laughing as he started jerking back and forth.

  "Do you not see my current condition? Do you think I carry any proof of my identity at this point?! All I wanted to do is report to the king and leave this damned place!"

  "Please, sir, calm down. We will go and verify your identity. Please wait."

  "No, you don't understand we don't have time for this. Are you stupid?"

  By this time, the knights were pretty much convinced that this was just someone playing tricks to try and get into the castle to get up to whatever mischief he had planned.

  "Sir, we don't have time for all this. Please leave."

  Crazed red eyes became apparent on the hobo man's face.

  "Leave? Are you stupid? I said I need to report to the king!"

  "Sir…" By this time, some of the knights were already trying to pin down this crazed man by restricting both his arms and dragging him away.

  The castle door opened.

  Two figures could be seen as they walked towards the commotion at the gates. The new arrivals were Charles and King Louie the 3rd.

  Charles inspected the hobo looking man and immediately knew that this was one of the people he sent to "sweep out the trash," and it seemed that this guy had obviously failed…

  "See?! It's the king! He knows me! My king, I apologize to be appearing in this state, I have bad news to report!"

  With cold eyes, Charles immediately interrupted, "Imprison him…"

  The hobo knight was shocked by the sudden decision of Charles. He did not even have the chance to report. As for King Louie the 3rd, he was also just standing there with a snobby expression on his face.

  "No, no my king! I have something to say. Feihren is…"

  But in the next instant, a shadow streaked past the knight and directly attacked the man who was still trying to squeak out an explanation. A blue glow covered Charles' fist as it pierced into the knight's guts!

  *Boom!

  Blood splattered on the ground as Charles quietly whispered in the man's ear.

  "I don't need to hear anything from failures…" A grin appeared on Charles' face, but it was replaced with a grim expression as he heard the man still had a breath of life, and whispered back in a very weak voice.

  "I can't believe that you're supposed to be the smart one… stupidity is such a bliss… this place is doomed. I'm glad I didn't die at the hands of that man, but I do believe you deserve to be…" A thud was heard as the lifeless and gutless corpse rolled down the castle's front staircase.

  "Feihren…" A cold glint appeared in Charles' eyes.

  ...

  Ranustin Kingdom

  The higher mages assigned to communications received a transmitted message from the people assigned by the king to scout out the eastern parts of the Wolfenstein Kingdom.

  Magically transmitted messages were very crude and limited after the core was damaged. So people who were assigned on scouting missions would always return as opposed to making full reports by magic so that the report would be as clear as possible to avoid making bad decisions based on vague information.

  But this message was simple and straight to the point.

  "A neutral, powerful person appeared in the east. He can wield the powers of Titans"

  A 15-character message was received and shocked the people assigned to receive messages.

  "Hurry! Quickly report this to the king!"

  "Shouldn't we assess the authenticity of the message first?"

  "Yeah, what if it did not really come from our scouts?"

  "But this seems to be a serious matter. It does not matter if it's authentic or just a trick by the enemy, either way, our king must be informed"

  The circle of higher mages nodded in agreement and sent out a representative to report it to the king, his name was Magi Zeph.

  ...

  Within the throne room, King Samson Brent was calmly sitting. He was a king akin to a barbaric lion, He has a buff body and a long scar could be seen on his face, but instead of a being threatening, this king emits a very gallant and majestic aura, this is an authentically powerful king!

  A few knights came towards him as they reported.

  "Your Majesty, the higher spellcasters have received an important report from our initial scouts in the eastern lands of the Wolfenstein Kingdom."

  "Let him in."

  "My Lord."

  "Speak."

  Magi Zeph deeply bowed, and continued.

  "My Lord, we have received a message containing the following…"

  Magi Zeph reported the exact same message that was relayed as King Samson nodded and seemed to analyze the contents. "If this is true, then send a message to that scouting party to return immediately for a comprehensive report. I'll have to meet with the generals and other officials regarding this matter."

  Magi Zeph deeply bowed as he exited the throne room.

  ...

  By the afternoon of the same day, the generals and higher officials had gathered, and upon receiving the main agenda of the meeting, most of them gasped audibly. Some of the older generals were a little skeptical of this news, but the higher officials, who were kind of religious, immediately believed it to be true.

  The truth is, within the world of Nuwiell, the appearance of religions was definitely unavoidable. For this reason, one of the most heavily followed churches was the one called 'Mercy of the Titans'. In this church they worship the works of the true Titans, the precursors who built the entirety of the world! And it seems that most of the elders in the Ranustin Kingdom were thorough believers!

  With a unanimous decision of the assembled leaders, a decree was issued…

  "The movement of the united army of the Shodan continent and the alliance of the major kingdoms would be put to a temporary halt until the return of the initial scouting party. The vanguard forces would return and a portion of the troops would be sent on a mission in seeking the aid of the descendant of Titans."

  The entire invasion was halted as the message to return was sent to the scouting party of Claire and Matthew.

  ...

  Feihren was teary-eyed after having successive sneezes.

  "Are you okay young lad?" Old Mendi inquired

  "I'm fine, I think…" Feihren faintly replied.

  Chapter 17: Demonic Carbine

  It has been a few weeks since the village arrived in the mining area. Being proficient in handworks and manual labor, the skeletal frame of a new village is slowly taking shape within the small span of time since their arrival. The "houses" that the dwarves built surrounded the entire edge of the pit, creating a basin-shape village with the mining pit at the center.

  "Eh!? Why is a sentient ore helping us? Where did that come from?" One of the dwarves that were still working was astonished as he saw a scene where a sentient ore was helping in unearthing an unwanted boulder in the pit.

  "I heard it is a familiar of Feihren? As for how he got acquainted with a sentient ore, don't even ask me. I definitely have no idea." Another dwarf replied.

  Within the pit were Samael and Feihren, who was in his Titan armor. Both were doing the heavy lifting so the dwarves could have a more efficient way of gathering materials within this huge pit. As for why Feihren was doing such a laborious task, he really did not mind. Since he wanted to have a fair share on some of the materials that are available in the pit, he also wanted to do his fair share in the work to aid the dwarves. Feihren is clever, but not shameless enough to be a freeloader.

  ...

  "Old chief, is there any more work to do?"

  "Ah, you have done enough for today young lad, you should rest."

  "Oh its fine chief, thanks." Feihren gave his sincere thanks as he continued

  "Could I ask for a share of some met
als in here chief? It's just so that I can try to make some magic equipment for myself" Feihren politely asked with a radiant smile of excitement.

  "You're planning to make your own magic equipment eh? You're a very enthusiastic lad. That's really a good thing. And also, you can get as much as you want. You have helped us too much, so it would be a shame for us to not give back even just this much."

  "Thanks, old chief."

  "Ah, no problem. Anyways, you could ask me or any of the professional smiths in the village if you encounter any trouble making your equipment. I'd assume you know how to, right? You seem pretty confident from what I can see. Anyways, you could ask Old Yeshua if you have trouble regarding weapons, and Pierre if it would be regarding other equipment such as armor and items."

  "Thank you, old chief. I'll keep it in mind."

  With crafting on the brain, Feihren immediately planned to gather basic metals with the best quality from the deeper parts of the pit. But first, he needs to know the entirety of what he is going to be planning to create in the first place. For that, he needed to equip his subclass, [Firearms Engineer].

  In real life, General Gama Feihren hadn't created his own weapons. He has a lot of experience in assembling and disassembling almost all types of weapons, and has very profound knowledge in troubleshooting the different firearms, but when it comes to creating guns from square one, Feihren has little to no idea.

  But in Gaia's Paradox, having the subclass [Firearms Engineer], he could easily make one with just a blueprint and the materials required.

  'Equip'>>>'Class'>>>'Subclass'>>> '[Firearms Engineer]'

  "Argh!"

  The next instant, a jolting pain seems to hit the head of Feihren as he was clenching his fist in agony! A 'thud' resounded, and Feihren was suddenly on his knees, heavily gasping for air as his nose started bleeding!

  Feihren lost consciousness as the dwarves around him panicked in confusion on what happened and carried him to a hut closest to the pit as they tried to wake him up.

  Feihren woke up after 3 days. 3 whole days!

  "What was that all about?"

  He was definitely unsure what happened. All he did was equip his subclass! But soon his questions were answered as a series of notifications appeared in front of him.

  'System log: Success on equipping subclass [Firearms Engineer]'

  'Download complete: [40 x firearms blueprint]'

  'Download complete: [10 x ballistic blueprint]'

  'Download complete: [20 x special blueprint]'

  'Oh? It seems that my brain rebooted from all of the sudden downloads huh. Ugh, my head still hurts…' Seeing blueprints was one thing, but knowing how everything works throughout the creation process is another. Being flooded with that much information would cause anyone to faint without much of a choice in the matter.

  No one would collapse in a game, where the data about the creation process are stored in the gaming gear. Unfortunately, this time he did it in real life, so the brain acted as the gaming gear this time around. It wasn't that abnormal for it to cause a little backfire when one does things that involve such a large amount of data being stored in one go.

  In the days that Feihren was in a comatose state, the village was finally finished. It only took half a month for them to finish it. Talk about being proficient in their work!

  By this time, Old Mendi walked in to check on Feihren.

  "Oh, you're finally awake lad! You scared us quite badly! If we didn't check that you were still breathing, we would have already buried you!" Old Mendi jokingly said, followed by a boisterous laugh. A hint of worry and joy was evident in his eyes. It seems he was really worried about Feihren.

  "Ah, I'm fine. It's nothing to be worried about." Feihren bowed and did not explain further as to what really happened. He excused himself as he meandered his way over to the open pit. He was greeted by the dwarves along the way.

  He headed towards the deep areas of the pit which were still covered with humongous rocks. Feihren's aim was to search for the elements he needs to create an alloy. He planned to create a specially tempered steel-alloy as the base for his weapon. These authentic [Ancient] metals and elements were the base line for how good the materials Feihren was gathering were. Normally, they were harder to find considering most of them were [Epic] grade items at the least. But within this place where Sentient Ores where abundant, this was a treasure trove where you can sift through these treats like sand.

  After 7 hours, Feihren finally collected the following materials: manganese, chromium, nickel, iron, tungsten, and carbon. All of these metals were for one single thing, a very durable steel alloy. Within the pile of elements were other metals that would be used for the tiny parts of the weapon. The other things such as springs and inner bolting would not really matter, as this gun would be powered by this world's magic!

  [M4 Stallion Carbine]

  This was the design Feihren was planning to create. Within the blueprints, he started to redesign the features so he could remove the unnecessary parts that were required when firing a standard bullet. In the future, he was planning on creating a hybrid which could utilize both magic and bullets, but for now he was creating his very first magic weapon.

  On his way back to the village, Feihren blankly stared at the towering trees nearby. A sudden thought in his mind popped out. He needed one more thing, cellulite! It is used in the making of fiberglass, an extremely light and durable material that replaced the wood from those really ancient guns. Even in the year 2218, fiberglass was still one of the most reliable materials a gunsmith could use. It was made even more so with the improvement in technology. Fiberglass was extremely light and is slightly heat-resistant. With this, the plan for his first magic weapon was on its way.

  It was already late in the afternoon on his return, but Feihren was so excited he couldn't put this down for the night. So he decided to go ahead and make it. Activating the subclass [Firearms Engineer], loud clanking could be heard in a makeshift blacksmithing area at the edge of the village. It was a peaceful night, but if one listened closely, they would be able to hear a little clanking from a distance. However, in a village of dwarves, this was nothing new. Thus they did not mind a single thing and slept well.

  ...

  "It's finally done!"

  The sun was starting to rise as Feihren yelled in joy and lifted the very first gun he had ever created, both in this world and his past life! (Excluding in Gaia's Paradox).

  Excitedly running towards the center of the village, Feihren happily showed Old Mendi, who was coincidentally together with Old Yeshua, his creation. If anyone were to realize that Feihren's real age was actually 83, one would think it was very odd that he was still like a child enjoying his very first toy.

  A few dwarves, together with Marvin, gathered around and joined in with the tiny commotion which occurred by having this human create a magic weapon within just a single night. As to how it would work, or if it would even work, everyone was anticipating it.

  Feihren does not know any of the worldly spells in Nuwiell yet, but he knows that the general exp he has is a type of "spell" containing strong and pure life force. He was planning on using it as the propelling force for the gun, and the bullet itself.

  Aiming at a tree from a distance, green lights started to wrap around both the barrel and his hands as it slowly condensed into a very small ball at the tip of the gun, and with the press of the trigger…

  *Poof!

  Contrary to everyone's expectation, the shot was almost silent in comparison to its showy glow from a moment ago. As for the sound when it landed on the tree... it was basically nonexistent! The tree didn't even take a single scratch, not even a leaf fell down from it!

  "…" Everyone had blank expressions on their faces. It was an utter failure?

  Feihren face started to turn disappointed as he stared at the weapon he was holding, wondering what went wrong through the process…

  But in the next instant, the tree that he shot at s
tarted to grow rapidly in size! More leaves started to blossom and fruits started growing on it! It grew to about 30 meters in height, towering over the other trees around it.

  "It's creation magic!" Old Mendi exclaimed as shock appeared on the faces of every spectator around this ridiculous scene.

  "No, no, it's not like that!" Feihren immediately denied the claim of Old Mendi. He himself was not sure of what happened, but he was sure it shouldn't be labeled as some godly power, right? He just used some life force in his shot!