Wolf Barrel 5.56

Uh-huh. Stretch your back.

Clear today. The temperature is warm and the sun is pleasant.

The wind blowing through brings in the incense of the forest.

Inhale that air all over your chest, all right! And I was tempered. [M]

After shopping at the armor store, I bought a sandwich lunch box on the cafe terrace and tea in a water bottle, and I made my way to the plain where Rabbit Claw lives.

Look around, but there's no sign of anyone.

I also thought when I first came here, is this hunting ground unpopular?

Is it not profitable at the buying price of 2,000 ruves, or is there a hunting ground nearby where more valuable monsters live? We need to find out.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, there's no need to worry about accidental firing, so it's more convenient without people.

From now on, I intend to do an experiment.

Close your eyes gently and open the spellbook in your brain. And check the number of rounds left.

Beretta M92F8 +1.

M4A15 +1.

The numbers were updated again after the Harpy Crusade.

When I first produced Beretta, I could only shoot five shots, so it would be roughly doubling. M4A1 also has 2 more shots.

When I realized this, I made a hypothesis.

"Level Up"

Defeating a monster and accumulating EXP will update your level and improve your physical abilities with it. It's a growth system that's familiar with RPG.

I was wondering if updating my ammo count might also be due to this level up. That means if you hunt Rabbit Claw in large quantities, your ammo count might be updated more and, besides, your magic might be improved. To prove that hypothesis, experiments will now be carried out.

It's well worth checking out.

Yesterday's fatigue is dust-free. I'll do everything I can.

When I put the bag down from my shoulder, I took the knee pad and magazine pouch out of it and put it on my body.

When I clasped the belt on the pouch, I heard a switch in my body.

When I was ready, I hid my bag in the gaps of the rock by putting out just what I needed.

I'm sorry they stole it again.

Check the operation with flexion, etc., but no knee pads, pouches or boots will interfere with the movement at all. I made a really good purchase.

The words Stella gave me.

The words Morgan's father gave me.

They transform into vitality in me and run through my veins. I can see the heart spinning gradually.

Insert two spare magazines into the magazine pouch.

Summon Beretta M92F to finish and pull the slide. Make sure the pharmacy has the first bullet. Release your hand and the slide returns, playing the sound of a metal called Jacquin.

The sound travels through your right hand to your entire body.

Take a big, deep breath once.

And I started acting.

Exhale on the shoulders with Zeze.

The sweat of the balls clings to his cheeks, dripping from his chin and falling pounding.

The shirt I was wearing is sweaty and wet as if I were wearing a bucket of water.

Forty-two.

I've had 42 rabbit claws since then. [M]

Detailed procedures for demolition work had been asked by officials at the purchase counter.

There is a subtle gap where the skull and ear cartilage are stuck, sliding the blade of the knife in there and turning it clicked all at once will make it high. It's so easy.

Dismantle quickly on the spot, throw the carcass to a nearby yab, and look for the next prey.

And once we get some progress, we turn back to where we were, and we finish off the new Rabbit Claw who came to fish for the carcass.

Kill each and every one carefully.

And take notes each time if you've learned anything.

Along the way, he took a lunch break, while continuing to extend this work until dusk.

The consumption of ammunition was also intense, losing the majority of the stock we had stored when sailing carriages.

I hear too many gunshots and I can't get enough of the tinnitus on the right.

Magic pills were also to be consumed one whole bottle.

The crystal of that effort came to 42. The recovered ear could no longer fit in the bag, and tied it up like a newspaper with those twats. Still have to hold it with both hands. In front of those two mountain trophies, I accidentally gasped for accomplishment.

But that's not what it was meant to be.

Level up!

The experiment, which took half a day to consume precious magic drugs,

"Why? Yikes!

Brilliant, it ended in failure.

There were no more numbers at all.

While we were fighting, I was anxious that Beretta's number of remnants would not increase, but I was hoping that there would be some change in the spellbook.

But the result, as you can see.

So you're saying this isn't a level-up?

Well, well, well, well!

My confident hypothesis ended in failure, and my motivation broke in two.

And then reason.

"Ah, no. I don't want to see rabbits, I don't want to see blood, I don't want to touch my ears, I was hungry Sandwich It wasn't delicious I want brown rice tea I want kinacomoti I want to take a shower I want to change I'm hungry Oh!

Sleep on the rocks, bump your hands and feet, and waste them all toward heaven.

It's the one that kids do a lot at the toy store.

Good thing there's no people out there, they throw up a full mess of gucci. By the time I was a little refreshed, the palpitations that were up had also subsided.

Look up at the sky with your feet thrown out.

The time is dusk.

The sky was stained with a beautiful sunset mixed with dark blue and orange.

The wind that swept through the flaming cheeks was limp, and the sweat gradually drew away.

- It feels good.

I cooled down for a while and waited for my health to heal somewhat before I got up.

"... go home"

I spilled a potpourri, lowered the loot that came snug on both arms, and decided to head back to town.