books44 Chapter 305 [Empire] Water Gun
Chapter 305 [Empire] Water Gun
However, looking at the boxes of "goods" in the warehouse, I no longer had the desire I had at the beginning.
I originally thought I would be extremely excited, imagining that I would have great power in my hands with these weapons... However, at this moment, an indescribable heaviness surged in my heart.
The cold metal piled here gleamed with a chilling light. Every gun and every piece of combat equipment looked like a tool that had been used countless times, devoid of warmth and life.
I once wanted to own them, thinking they could bring me a sense of security and control, but now, I only see the cruelty and bloodiness behind them.
I suddenly felt that these "goods" were nothing more than empty shells meant to satisfy certain desires, without ever caring whether the people who owned them were ready to bear the price.
Pain and loss, glory and success.
Nightingale seemed to notice my silence. He stood aside with a sneer on his face: "Looking at your appearance, you are really not suitable for these. You are still too young and too naive." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but more of a complex emotion - maybe he was warning me, maybe he was lamenting my immaturity.
I didn't respond, only continuing to scan the weapons with a blank gaze. Suddenly, I felt as if an impassable sea of ice separated me from the cold metal. They weren't what I truly needed.
I always thought I needed strength, even if it was just to defend myself and not let the green radish drag me down. But when I faced these killing tools, what I felt was not strength, but emptiness and fear.
"Don't you want it?" Nightingale asked me again, this time without the previous joking, and with a hint of doubt in her tone.
I turned my head and looked directly at him. "These things don't mean much to me." I paused, my tone becoming more resolute. "What I need isn't just to make myself stronger, but to find my own direction, to find something that truly belongs to me."
Nightingale seemed to sense the determination in my words. He stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled. "You look completely different than I imagined. Do you think you can find what you want?"
I didn't answer him, but turned and walked towards the other end of the warehouse.
Nightingale didn't ask any more questions, but simply stood there, silently watching me leave. He seemed to know that I had made a decision, and that this decision might lead me down a completely different path.
As I reached the exit of the warehouse, I glanced back at the mountain of weapons.
"Let's go, get out of this place." I whispered to myself, turned and walked towards the dark street outside.
As I passed the gate, I thought I caught a glimpse of a green light in the corner. I squinted in confusion. The green light wasn't like ordinary light or reflections; it seemed to possess a kind of vitality, pulsating slightly, whispering. I hesitated, then, curious, turned back to find out what was going on.
When I took a closer look, I found a small water gun among a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner. It had a simple appearance and even looked a bit like the plastic toys that children play with.
I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions—what the hell was this? Was it some new weapon? But it didn't look like one at all. Its shape was a joke, like some carelessly discarded piece of junk.
I frowned, picking it up and examining it. No matter how I looked at it, the structure of this water gun was simple, even a little clumsy. Nightingale watched me from the side, a hint of teasing on her lips, obviously anticipating my doubts about it.
"Do you recognize that thing?" There was a hint of amusement in Nightingale's voice, as if she thought I would think it was just a meaningless toy.
I didn't respond, but froze for a moment. My fingers involuntarily reached into my space hub and pulled out a remnant of energy source—a fragment of plant energy I'd acquired during a previous military training battle. Combat plants often harbor powerful energies. After they're defeated, these energies remain in the form of blocks, even purer and more intense than ordinary energy sources.
I subconsciously stuffed the energy source into the water gun's "water tank." The faint green light seemed to be a reaction from within the gun. With a sudden thought, I pressed the trigger button.
The entire gun immediately emitted a low humming sound, instantly activating. Its outer shell vibrated slightly, as if a stream of energy surged through its surface. The green light grew brighter, even beginning to circulate within the gun. The water gun's construction seemed completely different from traditional ones. It didn't appear to be designed to spray water, but rather to generate charged energy waves.
"What is this?" I couldn't help but gasp, looking at the water gun in my hand that was beginning to become complicated and flashing, doubts rose in my heart.
Nightingale didn't seem surprised. He even had a relaxed smile on his face. He leaned aside and said slowly, "I've never met anyone as smart as you. That thing is more than just a toy." He paused and narrowed his eyes. "It's an energy jet. Try it."
I took a deep breath, a vague feeling building within me that this thing was something special. My hand felt slightly warm as I held it, as if in some mysterious resonance with the energy within me. I squeezed the trigger and gently sprayed it. A beam of green light burst forth from the nozzle, shooting straight ahead. The light traced a fiery trail through the air, instantly heating the surrounding air and creating a slight shockwave.
"What...what is this?" My heart nearly skipped a beat. The beam just now seemed harmless, but the concentration of energy was definitely not to be underestimated. It even had some plant-like properties, similar to the energy found in certain combat plants—extremely unstable, yet incredibly powerful.
Nightingale finally stopped laughing and looked at me seriously. "What do you think?" He took a few steps, bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it into the open space in front of me. Then, he gestured for me to use the "water gun" again.
I understood his meaning and aimed the water gun at the rock again. I squeezed the trigger, and this time, a burst of green light, accompanied by a violent wave, struck the rock directly. The once solid rock was instantly shattered, reduced to a heap of debris. There was almost no warning; the force exploded, sending rocks flying everywhere.
"This... this can be used as a weapon?" I couldn't believe what I saw.
Nightingale smiled meaningfully, his eyes filled with approval. "After being modified, this thing is no longer an ordinary toy. It can release energy in a very efficient way. You can use it as a weapon, or adjust it according to different energy sources." He paused. "Of course, the prerequisite is that you have sufficient resources. The stronger the energy source, the greater the power."
I held the water gun in my hand, which had become extremely heavy, and the complex emotions in my heart became stronger.
"But don't you think it's interesting?" Nightingale smiled and patted my shoulder.