Another World: The Arms Dealer

You crafted a green-quality weapon: the Rainstorm UZI. It fires bullets infused with water energy, silently. With a pair of Uzis in your hands, you should believe you're already a warrior.

You crafted a blue-quality weapon: the Collector's Edition AK. Its armor-piercing ability has been greatly improved.

You crafted a blue-quality weapon: the Snowfield M416. You can try freezing a thousand miles of land.

You crafted blue-quality armor: the Demon's Garb. You're now ridiculously tanky.

You created the simulated training campaign outpost dungeon. Your tribesmen completed it and gained a large amount of combat experience. They'll make perfectly good little brothers.

You successfully learned gun-fu, body strengthening, fleet-footedness, energy loading, and firearms mastery... Huh? Your tribesmen have learned your skills through the tribe's totem. They've evolved from perfectly good little brothers into the little brothers of little brothers.

You fired a shot into the sky. From that day on, there was no full moon in the world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.