Tremble! My System Manufactures Modern Weapons

CHAPTER 3

The glowing blue screen stayed very bright right in front of Dustin’s eyes, cutting through the heavy gray mist of the mountain pass. The stark white letters burned straight into his freezing mind.

As Dustin stared at the magical interface floating in the air, a distant memory suddenly flashed in his brain. Years ago, when he was just a young boy working in the lower fields, he had once heard an old myth from a traveling scholar about mysterious entities called "Systems" that were granted to a very few vulnerable, broken outcasts at the brink of death to help them gain absolute power.

Realizing this mythical legend was actually happening to him at his darkest moment, Dustin desperately shouted inside his consciousness, "System! If you are real, save me! Can you give me some high-tier magic spells or a cultivation core to destroy these monsters right now?"

[SYSTEM NOTICE: This system gives zero magic spells. Host can buy modern weapons and tools with Anger Points. Earn points by making your enemies very, very mad.]

Dustin lay in the freezing mud, his chest torn open by the jagged energy blade, but his mind suddenly went totally ice-cold. He did not cry, and he did not scream out in pain.

The lead assassin laughed loudly and stepped right over Dustin’s bleeding body to reach Lady Vivienne. Vivienne was weeping and shaking on the wet ground.

"Get away from me," Vivienne sobbed, trying to push the heavy, rough hands away from her clothes. "Do not touch me! You are evil monsters!"

"Be quiet, lady," the leader sneered, grabbing her shiny hair with a cruel grip. "Nobody is coming to save you or this dead dog in the dirt."

Dustin gathered the very last bit of life left in his broken body, ignoring the blood filling his throat. He slowly dragged his raw, muddy hand across the stones and grabbed the leader's clean leather boot.

The leader froze instantly and looked down at his foot with an angry, dark frown. "What is this? Are you still breathing, you stubborn trash?"

"Fools," Dustin murmured through his bloody, shattered teeth, his voice sounding like a freezing winter wind. "You are all just big fools."

The lead killer gasped loudly, his eyes going wide with pure rage because a dying servant dared to call him a fool. He walked close and stood right over Dustin's chest.

"What did you just say to me?" the leader roared, his face turning very red. "Say it again, you worthless piece of garbage!"

Dustin did not answer with words; he reached up with his shaking hand, grabbed the front of the killer's clean shirt, and spat a big mouthful of dark, warm blood straight into the man's face.

"You dirty dog!" the leader screamed, feeling completely insulted, dirty, and furious. He raised his massive hand and delivered a thunderous, bone-cracking slap right across Dustin's face.

The extreme force of the slap sent Dustin rolling across the dirt, but the leader stepped back immediately, pulling out a white cloth to wipe the bloody spit off his eyes.

[Ding! 5,000 Anger Points earned from the target's extreme fury!]

[System Mall unlocked. Basic Medical Service is now ready. What would you like to shop for, Host?]

"Yes," Dustin whispered inside his cold mind, his eyes burning with a dark, steady light. "Fix my body right now."

[Ding! 2,000 points spent. Basic Medical Service initiated.]

Suddenly, a bright white light covered Dustin's entire frame right there in the muddy mountain road. The surrounding killers stopped laughing and watched in absolute, primitive horror.

SNAP! CRACK! The broken bone structures in Dustin’s knees instantly snapped back into perfect, straight alignment. The deep, jagged holes in his chest closed up completely, leaving zero blood.

Dustin stood straight up on his feet, his posture perfect, his chest moving easily, and his body feeling completely normal, healthy, and strong again.

"What... what kind of sorcery is this?" one of the assassins shouted, stepping back with wide, terrified eyes. "His chest holes just vanished into thin air!"

"Calm down, you idiots!" the leader barked, tossing his dirty cloth into the mud as his face hardened. "The fool just has a little hidden medical talent after all."

"Yes, he is just using a cheap survival trick!" another killer laughed, trying to feel brave again. "But what is the point? He has zero cultivation energy. He is going to die anyway!"

"You are right," the leader sneered, drawing his sharp steel sword again with a mean grin. "A trick cannot save your life from my blade, dog! You are still going to die right here!"

The leader lunged forward with a loud roar, swinging his heavy sword straight toward Dustin’s neck to chop his head off in front of Lady Vivienne.

Dustin did not try to run, and he did not look scared at all. Inside his mind, he urgently spoke to the glowing blue screen.

"System! Give me a very good weapon right now! Give me something to kill him fast!" Dustin ordered fiercely.

[Ding! 3,000 points spent. High-Caliber Modern Pistol purchased! Spawning weapon now.]

In a fraction of a second, a heavy, black metal pistol mysteriously appeared right in Dustin's solid grip. The metal was smooth, dark, and cold.

"You dare to hold a piece of scrap iron against me?" the leader ranted, stopping his sword for a second to laugh at the strange object. "What is that stupid, useless toy? Huh? Do you think this will save you after spitting your filthy blood at me?"

"That was even mercy," Dustin said coldly, his voice completely calm as he raised the black pistol toward the man's head. "If you love your lives, you will start running away right now."

The three assassins burst into loud, mocking laughter, their voices echoing across the narrow mountain walls. They thought Dustin had completely lost his mind from the beating.

"Are you planning to kill us with that useless thing?" the leader taunted, pointing his sword at Dustin’s face. "Do you think a nobody can just show a good weapon out of nowhere?"

"He doesn't even know how weapons work!" the second killer mocked, shaking his head with an arrogant chuckle. "It takes high spiritual energy and many years of hard cultivation to reach the stage of weapon-calling!"

"A powerless fool like you will never understand true strength," the third one added, grinning widely. "Your useless pile of iron cannot even scratch our skin!"

"Is that so?" Dustin asked softly, his finger resting gently against the curved metal trigger.

BANG! A thunderous, deafening sound exploded through the quiet valley, making the trees shake and the mud fly.

The zero-Qi kinetic bullet shot out of the barrel with extreme, blinding speed, completely bypassing the leader's protective spiritual aura as if it were nothing but thin air.

The heavy bullet drilled straight through the middle of the leader's forehead, blowing his brains out of the back of his skull in a bloody spray.

The leader's eyes went totally blank, his arrogant smile freezing on his dead face as his body collapsed heavily onto the muddy ground like a sack of heavy stones.