[Logical plot | No dumbed-down characters | Normal protagonist | Traditional fantasy leanings]
I transmigrated into a fantasy world, and my spiritual root is a gun???
You say it’s strong? My opponents unleash divine abilities that can destroy heaven and earth!
You say it’s weak? Even the Heavenly Emperor wouldn’t dare bet there are no bullets in the chamber!
“Fellow Daoist! What kind of magical treasure is that? Its attack is swift as lightning and its report sounds like thunder! It never misses, and even a graze is fatal!”
“You mean this? I call it a Barrett.”
“Wait! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I’ll give you everything I have!”
“Fool! If you’re dead, won’t everything you have still be mine?!”
(Some readers may be disappointed that there’s no blue-flaming Gatling gun early on, but don’t worry, I’ve saved it for later.)
