Finishing up the last mana pathway etching inside the sixth chamber, Archie placed his Runic Scriber atop the table and let the excess mana within it evaporate.

  He didn’t react when the runic script remained etched onto the cylinder, instead, he gave the cylinder a leveled look, trying to see if he could find any blemishes or bubbles, he hadn’t noticed before.

  It was something he failed to take into account before, when the runic script fizzled away when he tried to load the chambers up with mana. The reason why was related to the exact dimensions of the chambers; they had to be perfect for the script to work, or else the mana building up within the chamber would warp and damage the chamber when fired.

  It was the same with regular bullets as well. He remembered when he stayed at his grandfather’s home every summer and every day, both he and his brother would listen to their grandfather’s stories about the war.

  He’d show them all the medals he’d earned and the guns he still had. He taught them how to clean guns, how to take them apart, and what to look out for when doing so. He showed off the scarred flesh and bullet holes he got on his body when he shot a faulty rifle, and it exploded on him. He lived, but he was taken out of duty after that incident. A lesson well learned, he told us.

  Was his grandfather, someone who potentially had a minor case of memory issues, a bad type of person to keep around a garage full of guns? Maybe… Archie mulled. He kept muttering about aliens and whatnot and always managed to tie them back to the stories he told. They definitely added some flair to the stories, to say the least.

  , Archie smiled. He’d remember his grandfather at the ripe age of seventy-six, killing a deer almost four hundred yards away with a rifle he owned. Even now, that memory stuck with him as another cool grandpa moment.

  However, neither he nor his brother were allowed to shoot them until they were fourteen, and the excuse his grandfather gave was that; he first shot a gun at fourteen, their father first shot his gun at fourteen, and so should they.

  On that day he learned that his shitty throwing skills, also translated to shooting skills.

  Snapping the cylinder back into place, Archie filled the grip of the revolver with his mana and within a second the mana container was full of his mana and the chambers were filled with fully formed nature manabolts. It takes , Archie noticed as he looked at his mana reserves.

  Giving another Identify

  Mana Revolver of Nature(Common):

  A revolver forged from steel and made by Archie Gracefield, a Novice Forgesmith. The revolver can fire-piercing nature-attuned manabolts once the chambers are properly charged with nature mana. If the revolver’s mana container is full then it can fire up to twelve nature-attuned manabolts before the mana container empties. Effects: Soul-Bound, Self-Repair & Piercing. Status: Perfect. Requirements: Lv 70+, Nature Affinity & Humanoid Race.

  He had fixed the previous mana flow ratio issue that the Mana-Pistols of Undeath and Mana Long-Guns of Undead had, and even managed to fix their mana containment issue. And to be honest, he wasn’t sure why their guns didn’t have the Self-Repair runes atop them; it was easy enough to etch them.

  Archie wondered.

  Now all the chambers would be filled at the same time so when the chambers are emptied, the container would reload the remaining manabolts into the chamber.

  Unfortunately, the most it could hold was twelve nature manabolts at once before it needed to be refilled with his mana. Something that he would need to work on. What type of American was he to only be able to shoot twelve bullets before reloading?

  “One grandpops would be disappointed of,” Archie sighed.

  While one would think that he could just keep filling the container with mana and shoot until his mana ran out, but that loophole unfortunately couldn't work.

  Previously, whenever he stunned the Elf Bonekiins when they were refilling the mana containers of the pistols and long guns within their dark mana, then all the dark mana that accumulated within the mana container would evaporate into thin air, and they would need to repeat the whole process again.

  But now with his modifications, once mana gets inserted into the mana container, it stays in it till it is emptied. But once the mana container filled or when he stopped funneling mana into the mana chamber then the mana would be locked in and wouldn't evaporate.

  But because of the mana trapping modification, he added onto the mana container runic script once the mana flow stopped, either by the mana container reaching full capacity or by his own doing, then unless the mana container emptied completely, the mana within the container would remain unbothered by external forces.

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  Either way, he was now an American his grandfather could be proud of.

  Standing up from his chair, Archie deactivated Gaze of the ForgefatherVital Sight

  A fist-sized nature-attuned manabolt exploded from the barrel, streaking toward the ocean. A moment later, it tore through both the swarm of weaker-looking vital energies and through the middle of one of the stronger-looking vital energies.

  Looking at his notifications, Archie deactivated Vital Sight

  *Your Profession has reached Lv 67 – Points allocated, +4 Free Points**Your Profession has reached Lv 68 – Points allocated, +4 Free Points*

  *[Boilingsting Jellyfish Lv 42] has been slain – XP has been given. 210 Tutorial Points given**[Emernigan Jellyfish Lv 25] has been slain – XP has been given. 75 Tutorial Points given*

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  *[Emernigan Jellyfish Lv 28] has been slain – XP has been given. 84 Tutorial Points given*

  While being able to kill a level 42 Jellyfish wasn’t much of a shock to Archie, due to their inherent lack of hide, scales, or anything protective physically, he was elated that his aiming was no longer utter dog shit.

  From his estimation, the jellyfish were likely around two hundred meters away, just at the edge of his Vital Sight

  That was an achievement he thought deserved some praise, especially given that, before the system integration, he couldn’t even hit a can sitting on a fence five meters away with a pistol…It was something his younger brother lorded over him for years.

  While he did not receive a skill from killing with his newly made revolver, it made sense. From what he understood from Xelgar and Cyric, there were numerous ways to gain skills without the help of the system’s skill options.

  One way to acquire skills without selecting from the system’s provided list, received each quarter of your Class or Profession Grade limit, was through skill books. However, these books had to be related to your current Class or Profession; otherwise, they wouldn’t work.

  Another method was to create a skill tied solely to your records—a process he wasn’t entirely sure how to properly accomplish. The creation of Vital Sight

  But that method came with limits such as the skill you were trying to create had to be related to either your Class, Profession, or Race, else the skill would not be created.

  While Archie could still use a sword or bow as a Nature-Attuned Pugilist, no matter how hard he practiced or killed with such weapons, he would never gain a skill for either while his Class remained as a Nature-Attuned Pugilist.

  But what would happen is; that prolonged use of such weapons or tools, even without a skill, would have an effect on his records which in turn would affect his evolutionary options for his Class and Profession once he reached their level cap. As the XP he gained from prolonged use of said weapons or tools would be targeted towards his Race, and it would be reflected onto his evolutionary options if he truly wanted it.

  So even though Archie did not receive a skill from using his revolver, it was something he was going to continue to kill and practice with so that when he reached the level cap for E-Grade and evolved, he would be given evolutionary Class options that would reflect his desire to be a gun-slinging, ass-kicking, face-punching badass.

  At the moment, he had middle- to close-range combat covered, thanks to Thornscourge ExpansionSavage Charge

  Placing his revolver into his spatial storage, Archie reached for his satchel but grabbed nothing but air. He was confused for a moment before he remembered that he placed the satchel at the foot of his table.

  Walking toward his satchel, his brows furrowed as lifted it off the ground. , Archie noted.

  Lifting up the flap, Archie clicked his tongue and sighed. “Where the hell is the Temple Guardian Insectoid Core?”

  Instead of finding both the Spirit Nucleus and Temple Guardian Insectoid Core in his satchel, Archie found the Spirit Nucleus by its lonesome.

  Archie wondered, trying to remember where it could have fallen off. But no matter how far back Archie tried to recall, there wasn’t a moment when he could think the core could have gotten loose from his satchel. The holes in his satchel weren’t even large enough for the core to have fallen from.

  Releasing a deep, yielding sigh, Archie took out the Spirit Nucleus and placed it at the foot of the Totem of Spring’s Ascent. “At the very least I still have this.”

  Tying his satchel onto his back, Archie grabbed his Thermal Carver and walked back toward the Miniature of Primal Wrath, flooded the Volthrinite tip with his mana, and sliced off a good 75% of the miniature.

  Hauling the majority of the miniature atop his shoulder, Archie tossed his Thermal Carver atop the table and lit his forge with Forgesmith’s Flame

  So, Archie decided to prop up the Starforge Steel miniature with his bare hands as he was unsure if it was wise to let it be held up with mana strings. As it might cause some effects during the smelting process, at least that’s what he understood from his own experiments.

  “Four fucking hours,” Archie muttered as he tossed the molten Starforge Steel atop both his Heavy-Duty and Precision Anvil. The sheer size of the metal was too much for a single anvil to balance, so he placed both anvils side by side.

  Archie ignored his raw palms that touched the metal of the Heavy-Duty Hammer’s handle and started to mold the molten red Starforge Steel into shape with his mana-infused hammer.

  Thankfully, the engine's structure didn’t need to mirror that of a pre-system integration motorcycle. Instead, it needed to function similarly to the mana container in his revolver while still coordinating the bike’s components, such as the wheels and acceleration.

  However, the engine had to store significantly more mana than just 600 units, significantly more. Given how Starforge Steel had been used to store the energy that allowed Archie to meet Primal Tyrannous, it seemed like the perfect base material to enhance the mana container's capacity and the overall structure of the engine.

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