Alchemy = Black Technology? Giving Reality Wings

Although he had harvested a massive amount of knowledge from the "Gate of Truth," he had yet to categorize or organize it. This knowledge was like apples just plucked from a tree: some big, some small, some ripe, some raw, some half-ripe, some beautiful, some ugly, some whole, and some incomplete...

In short, it was a chaotic, motley, bizarre, and mind-boggling mess.

After Wang Zhen tested all three types of bullets, he understood that the colors represented three distinct categories: yellow was the basic type, the most common .50 Magnum round; red was the tungsten-cored sabot armor-piercing round; and gray was the buckshot-type shotgun shell containing micro-pellets.

Wang Zhen then placed the gun on the platform, collapsed back onto his recliner, and began to organize that tangled web of knowledge.

After all, an alchemist's strength is inextricably linked to the knowledge they possess; the more one knows, the stronger one becomes.

In particular, Wang Zhen wanted to perform an augmentative modification on the two revolvers in his hands, and alchemy was the perfect medium for the task.

Wang Zhen spent the better part of the day organizing, and by the time he stopped to take a break, it was already late at night according to the twenty-four-hour setting of his private space.

Standing up again, Wang Zhen picked up a revolver and began imprinting the transmutation circle into the firearm. The first one went smoothly, but starting from the second, the difficulty increased exponentially.

Is this a lack of talent on my part, or is imprinting multiple transmutation circles just inherently difficult? If I only use a single circle, while there is an effect, it certainly won't be very high.

Wang Zhen took out the previously transmuted "Ouroboros Eye" and inscribed a transmutation circle into it. Then, with a slap of his palm, he pressed the eerie eyeball onto the frame of the gun.

Then came the second, the third...

"Hmm?"

Wang Zhen had imprinted the Flame Transmutation Circle, Ice Transmutation Circle, Explosion Transmutation Circle, Metal Transmutation Array, and Lightning Transmutation Circle (a combination of three circles)—a total of four types and six circles, meaning four "Ouroboros Eyes"—onto the revolver in his hand in quick succession.

"Hmm?"

"Is it... really this simple?"

Although Wang Zhen had received an instruction manual after transmuting the "Ouroboros Eye," he truly hadn't expected that one could simply inscribe a transmutation circle into the eye and then slap this eerie orb onto any target one wished to enchant.

And then, congratulations!

You now possess a weapon imbued with a transmutation circle.

It was no longer a product of modern science and technology, but a fantasy-side supernatural weapon infused with magical elements.

A cheater... is just this illogical!

A cheater... is just this outrageous!

"Bang..."

Wang Zhen grabbed the revolver, aimed at the metal target in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

The first bullet showed no abnormalities; it was just an ordinary round. However, this Remington 1875 revolver was a replica of the Smith & Wesson M-500, a large-caliber revolver nicknamed the "hand cannon." Consequently, it not only shared the same .50 caliber but also possessed the exact same massive recoil.

Yet, because Wang Zhen's physical constitution had been transformed into that of a vampire by Alucard's blood, the massive recoil that would have broken an ordinary person's wrist vanished as if into a bottomless abyss. Wang Zhen's wrist remained impressively steady, and the heavy Remington 1875 didn't shake in the slightest. If not for the wisp of cyan smoke drifting from the muzzle, no one would have believed the gun had just been fired.

"Boom..."

The bullet had looked unremarkable when it left the barrel, but upon striking the metal humanoid target fifty meters away, a cluster of orange-red flames erupted violently on its chest. A bowl-shaped crater, ten centimeters in diameter and five centimeters deep, appeared right where the bullet had hit.

"Bang..."

Another bullet was fired. It was equally ordinary upon exiting the barrel, but when it struck another metal target fifty meters away, it silently punched a fist-sized, clean-through hole right through the chest.

"Bang... Bang..."

Wang Zhen pulled the trigger twice in rapid succession. The first bullet transformed into a golf-ball-sized, sky-blue fireball the moment it left the barrel. As soon as it struck the metal target that already had the bowl-shaped crater, the target began to melt at a visible rate. Within a dozen seconds, the upper body of the humanoid target had melted into an abstract lump.

The other bullet transformed into a ten-centimeter-long, finger-thick ice spike upon exiting. After hitting the target that had been punched through, the metal instantly froze, covered in a layer of shimmering, cold-emitting ice.

"Bang..."

Wang Zhen pulled the trigger one last time to fire the final round (because the .50 Magnum rounds were so large, the revolver's cylinder only held five). This bullet was the most dazzling; the moment it left the barrel, it became a grape-sized, incandescent white orb surrounded by flickering white lightning. It crossed the fifty-meter distance at incredible speed and scorched the metal humanoid target into a pile of slag.

"Phew... The power is decent. At the same distance, a 20mm autocannon would probably be about the same. The only difference is that an autocannon uses a belt feed, so its sustainability completely crushes a revolver—unless I can come up with some black technology like infinite ammo!"

"Of course, this revolver isn't useless! Facing horror movies involving ghosts and spirits, this gun is likely superior to ninety percent of conventional firearms. No matter how powerful a 20mm autocannon is, it can't kill a vengeful spirit, but this gun should be able to!" Wang Zhen smiled and gave himself a thumbs-up.

He felt that after fusing his revolver with alchemical black technology, not only had its power increased slightly, but more importantly, it now possessed supernatural attributes.

Once this magically modified Remington 1875 gained supernatural properties, it was no longer just a simple large-caliber firearm, but a high-power weapon with extraordinary capabilities.

"Now, the only thing restricting this weapon from truly taking off is the trouble of its bullet capacity! However, when I was organizing that knowledge earlier, I saw something that might be useful."

"I can take it out and give it a try!"

"If it works, I can temporarily solve the awkward fact that the cylinder only holds five rounds!"

"Although that knowledge can't achieve infinite ammo yet, but..."

"But, that knowledge can expand the volume of a container, which counts as black technology, right?"

Wang Zhen recalled that piece of knowledge while experimenting on a water bucket nearby.

This knowledge, which Wang Zhen defined as black technology, was indeed much harder than the alchemy he had mastered before. The transmutation circle was even more complex and obscure—harder than the Lightning Transmutation Circle, which was a combination of three circles!

Fortunately, Wang Zhen was favored by the "Gate of Truth" and possessed the "Eye of Truth," so after failing only a dozen times, he succeeded. He finally transmuted a new bucket using this circle; although the size remained the same, the internal capacity had increased fivefold.

"Now my revolver can temporarily get rid of the trouble of insufficient cylinder capacity!" Wang Zhen said happily, looking at the bucket that now held five times as much water.