Warfire

"I always feel like this thing isn't reliable."

"You don't need to feel anything. Its materials are too precious. We only managed to make three in total, and one was test-fired before."

"No, I'm not talking about its stability. There's no way it can be mass-produced, let alone come with a warranty. I mean... how do you aim it? Does it have any safety system?"

Before him stood a white, round cylinder. One side was full of holes, while the other had only indicator lights and a loading port.

Even the handle had been attached temporarily. Considering the recoil from the previous sniper cannon, Lu PingAn suspected this thing's recoil could send someone flying into the sky like a rocket.

Uh, after doing a quick calculation, there was no need to suspect it. Once the Rocket Launcher fired, getting launched was practically inevitable.

Death was acceptable, but dying like something out of a slapstick cartoon was a bit too much.

"Range? Accuracy? Could you at least give me a rough instruction manual? ...Forget it. Pretend I never asked."

Lu PingAn knew that this thing's range was probably a mystery and its accuracy nonexistent. In that case, there was only one option...

"...Get close. Better yet, fire it point-blank."

"Mm, the closer, the better. During the first test shot, the warhead disintegrated on its own, so... get as close as possible."

"Wait, what does 'disintegrated on its own' mean? Oh, another way of saying it exploded by itself. Can you tell me the blast radius back then? Uh... why aren't you saying anything?"

Lu PingAn hugged the cylinder, feeling a little sad.

He recalled an old classic joke: the legendary nuclear Rocket Launcher with a two-kilometer range and a four-kilometer blast radius.

What was even funnier was that he seemed to