Chapter 39
Author: GRACE
last update2026-04-20 21:35:19

The Heavy Weapons Lab was a cave of cold steel and death. It was located deep in the gut of the Valhalla Military Academy, far below the shiny classrooms and the clean dorms.

The air here was thick and heavy. It smelled of gun oil, burnt electrical wires, and the sharp, bitter scent of cold metal.

Massive cannons sat on iron pedestals. Rockets with silver tips leaned against the walls like sleeping giants.

The floor was made of reinforced steel plates, scarred and dented by years of heavy mac
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