Dawn.
On the other side of the nameless deserted island.
A mass of flame writhed, barely taking the outline of a sniper rifle. But then the flames suddenly surged, and the heavy sniper's shape immediately collapsed, reverting to its most primitive form.
"Too difficult."
Sifa fell onto a patch of grass and watched the clouds drift across the sky.
"Although I can barely construct the outer shape of a heavy sniper rifle, I can't create its internal structure. It's all surface and no substance. It seems I can only construct relatively simple weapons that I'm familiar with."
"If I truly wanted to construct a heavy sniper rifle, I'd need to own a real one and use it for a while to understand its capabilities. But if I had an actual heavy sniper rifle, why would I go through the trouble of constructing one from flames?"
"So this path really won't work?"
Sifa raised his hand, and a wisp of fire sprang from his fingertips. "Watcher said I still don't trust Beyonder powers enough. Over the past two days, I've taken an objective look at myself, and that does seem to be the case."
"As someone from modern society, I still find it difficult to immerse myself in mystery and believe in the supernatural. Even though I'm already in a world like this, deep down, I still think like Li Zexi."
"My idea of using flames to construct modern weapons came from that mindset. I never noticed it, but that's the truth."
"This is a mysterious world. A world with supernatural powers."
"Perhaps only by accepting that fact from the bottom of my heart can I truly wield the Pyromaniac's power."
He took a deep breath, bent his knees, and suddenly sprang up from the grass.
After brushing the bits of