After a long, stressful persuasion, his uncle finally agreed to deliver the firearm.
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Days past, the weapon Roy had requested finally arrived, joy surged through his veins like a flood as he welcomed the delivery rider with a wide smile, clearly not trying to hide his excitement.
He placed the box on a table, then opened the package with visible enthusiasm, scrambling frantically as he grabbed a kitchen knife and sliced open the large, rectangular box.
Inside were a few small boxes containing tightly packed, small caliber bullets, and underneath the small boxes was the weapon Roy had tirelessly tried to reclaim.
Roy's eyes immediately let up, he lifted the gun in one swift motion, he disassembled the weapon, checking for impurities or rusts, then assembled them again with practiced ease.
Roy placed the gun back inside the box, then strode toward the strange mirror with a wide grin.
Inside the mirror, Sor Sogon and Rak Mhan, along with six hundred armored men, waited patiently at the military barrack, they have been waiting for several days after Lord Zudra had instructed them to receive the celestial weapons, yet none of them truly knew what that meant.
After Rak Mhan became the vice-minister of the military ministry, Roy had instructed him to select six hundred capable men, all moraly disciplined and loyal, soldiers who can not be easily corrupted or tempted with evil acts.
Rak Mhan agreed to the heavenly task, yet after he had selected the six hundred men, they have been waiting for what almost like an eternity, yet not a single celestial weapons has arrived.
Just as they pondered this deeper, Roy suddenly appeared from the distance, along with a long line of altar servers that radiated absolute authority and divine presence.
Roy walked casually toward the military barracks, his expression remaining calm and steady, like someone who did not care about internal confusion or military logistics at all, as if those problems were beneath the notice of divine beings such as himself.
Rak Mhan and Sor Sogon, along with the six hundred selected men, all dropped to one knee, offering a formal salute.
Roy swept his gaze toward the kneeling crowd, a faint trace of satisfaction visible in his eyes.
"Sor Sogon, this six hundred men were once under your command, are they not?"
Roy said, his eyes wandered across the kneeling crowd as recognition flashed in his mind.
"Reporting to Lord Zudra," Sor Sogon said, his voice loud yet firm, "this fellow soldiers are indeed my men, yet they are also the only capable unit that has ultimately reached your requirement."
Roy studied the kneeling figures for a moment, then snapped back to Sor Sogon and Rak Mhan, his expression suddenly became serious.
"These men will be reassigned as the new, firearms unit. The weapons i will provide are weapons you have never ever seen before, weapons that are capable of mass destruction."
The two ministers exchanged glaces, clearly unable to understand what Lord Zudra meant, but still nodded in agreement, curiosity and anxiety evident in their face.
Roy exited the mirror once again, then strode to fetch the firearm he had prepared, along with a few boxes of ammunition.
Six hundred men stood rooted on the ground, their heads held high with visible confusing looks as they waited for Lord Zudra's so-called destructive weapons.
Roy sat crossed legs in front of his antique mirror, his hand reaching out toward the corner of the screen, then, he tapped one of the mysterious buttons which has the symbol of the mathematical multiplication, then with frantic tapping, the square-shaped box between the buttons reached a number of ×600.
Then, without any second thought, he tossed the weapon, followed by small boxes tightly packed with ammunition inside the strange mirror.
The firearms piled up like a small mountain right in front of ministries, they're eyes tightened together as they stared at the so called weapons of destruction.
One soldier casually picked up a gun, confusion visible in his expression as he held the firearm in both hands, rorating it several times because asking.
"It's heavy, but it does not have any sharp edges." The soldier said, still holding the firearm with a puzzled look.
"Maybe it's meant to strike at people, like a hammer." Another soldier concluded, yet his expression was no different than the confused looks of the surrounding soldiers.
Just as the crowd sunk into deep thought on how the so-called weapons of destruction was meant to be used, another figure has casually picked up a rifle from the pile with practiced ease, and spoke in a low, chuckling tone, clearly amused.
"These weapons are highly-advanced technology, there is no way for normal people like you to easily comprehend."
Roy said with a wide smile, his lips split his face in half as he held the weapon in both hands, his posture straight, almost elegant.
Then, he picked up a small box, inside were dozens of small caliber bullets tightly packed in a neat row.
He pressed a button of the firearm, then pulled out an empty magazine before he loaded it with live ammunition.
The crowd watched with wide eyes, their jaws hung open as they tried to recall how the firearm operated again and again in their minds.
After reloading the empty ammo holder, Roy inserted the magazine back to the magazine well.
Click.
After the magazine was fully intact, Roy then pulled the charging handle with practiced ease.
Chak.
Then turned off the safety mechanism with a faint "click", the firearm was now fully lock and loaded.
He glaced back toward the puzzled crowd, then preformed an alert stance, spread his legs wide, bend his left knee, then pulled the trigger without any second thought.
A loud bang echoed across the field, the soldiers and ministers instinctively covered their ears as Roy continued shooting.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The shots overlapped one after another as Roy emptied the magazine, then with another click, he had turned on the safety mechanism and lowered the weapon, pointing the barrel right toward the ground.