In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

After Weston once again killed a Skeleton Scorpion carrying a huge skull, his calf was stung by the Skeleton Scorpion's stinging tail.

Weston limped along the Wasteland of Bones, looking at the wizard tower so close at hand, he almost cried.

It’s so damn difficult!

I just came to watch a game, I didn’t recruit anyone, I didn’t mess with anyone!

Why was he suddenly drugged and turned into a sacrifice on the altar of the evil god?

Relying on the golden finger system of the time traveler, he finally survived from the altar, but was thrown into this ghost place by the evil god who was being sacrificed.

Other time traveler protagonists seek their own death and cause trouble, and they deserve to be unlucky.

But I really didn’t do anything.

In the past few days, I have been studying gun modification at the Medusa Gun Modification Shop.

I occasionally relaxed and watched the game today, and I didn't conflict with anyone.

How did we end up in this situation?

Is it really true that good horses are ridden by others, and good people are bullied by others?

Weston recalled what he had done after time travel and wondered if he was too low-key.

It gives others the illusion that they are easier to bully.

No matter what, when I go back this time, I must quickly make the gun from the gun shop and seize the time to improve my strength.

In this wizarding world, first-level combat wizards are simply too weak.

Even if there is a slight disturbance, I have no ability to resist.

Weston was so hungry that his head was dizzy, and the calf stabbed by the poisonous thorn was swollen like a piece of wood, and he lost all consciousness.

But no matter what, Weston had already reached the wizard tower and saw the dawn of life.

Weston walked around the huge stone tower and sat on the ground in despair.

This ghost wizard tower actually has no door.

Weston is going crazy.

With all the ammunition he had left and the cost of being injured, he ran to the wizard tower. Could it be that he had chosen a geomantic treasure place for himself to be buried?

Weston looked at the flintlock gun in his left hand and then at the Black Star Kai in his right hand. He wondered if he should imitate the unlucky man in his backpack and give himself a shot.

Give yourself a happy treat.

Just when Weston was about to raise the muzzle of the gun and aim it at his temple.

Weston shook his groggy head and cursed himself in his heart.

I'm not Director Jin, so I can't give myself anything to do.

Weston tried his best to stand up by holding on to the stone wall of the Wizard Tower, wanting to continue looking for opportunities.

Just when Weston mustered up his courage and continued to think of ways to survive.

The Wizard's Tower has changed.

The stone on the stone tower wall next to Weston slid open silently, and a supply box popped out from the groove in the stone tower wall.

Weston almost jumped on one leg, ran to the supply box, and pushed the supply box open with all his strength.

The stuffed supply box contained witchcraft potions, healing bandages, and a large amount of clean food and drinking water.

And what is most in short supply in Weston, is the 7.62 caliber first-level magic pistol bullet.

Weston could no longer think about who prepared these things for him.

How to get here again.

Weston drank the water first and crazily put the food down his stomach to replenish his hungry stomach.

Let the iron-blooded warrior's blood recovery effect continue to activate, so that your body will no longer deteriorate.

He prescribed witchcraft potions and healing bandages and began to bandage his wounds.

Witchcraft potions are all basic potions used in the first level. Weston has studied them in the academy and can recognize the correct use of potions.

First, he picked out a bottle of undead antidote for himself and drank it.

Weston took out a medical scalpel from the supply box and dug out the rotten flesh near the weird-colored wound on his numb and unconscious calf.

After digging deeply for a few minutes, Weston dug out less than half a kilogram of carrion, and finally dug out a strange dark green venomous bone fragment.

This is the souvenir left by the skeletal scorpion that stabbed Weston.

Weston threw the thing aside, scraped off the rotten flesh with a scalpel, and watched as scarlet blood began to flow from the wound, then carefully wrapped and tied the wound with a therapeutic bandage.

Scraping bones to cure poison is really not something people do.

Even though Weston's legs were paralyzed by the toxin, he couldn't feel any pain.

But the feeling of friction as the knife dug into the flesh made Weston feel physically uncomfortable as if he were watching a plasma horror movie.

After binding the wound with a healing bandage, Weston drank another bottle of healing potion.

Under the dual effects of the blood recovery effect of the Iron-Blooded Titan's skills and the healing potion, Weston felt that his body was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After Weston confirmed that there were no sequelae, he started busy refilling his ammunition belt.

When removing ammunition from the ammunition magazine accommodated in the witchcraft expansion space, you only need to insert the spare magazine into the magazine opening, and the magazine will automatically squeeze and press the bullet into the magazine.

However, the internal squeezing force of this magically expanded space also exists when loading new bullets.

Weston needs to press the bullets into the magazine one by one, just like pressing bullets to load the magazine.

This process is very slow, so it is impossible to perform during combat.

Therefore, the higher the ammunition magazine capacity and quantity of the ammunition belt, the higher the price.

It's not like in the Borderlands game, where you can continuously expand the upper limit of the number of ammunition you can carry by spending money.

There is still a big gap between modifying the data upper limit and actually creating an auxiliary magic space, between the game and reality.

Weston was enjoying the process of squeezing bullets into the warehouse.

Only those who rely on bullets to survive in battle will know that every bullet is their own life.

Weston carefully inspects every bullet that is pressed into the ammunition magazine to ensure that no substandard bullets will enter.

Sitting on the supply box, Weston completed the reloading process, holding another piece of dried meat in his hand and chewing on it.

Weston, who lived in a materially rich modern civilized society in his previous life, really didn't understand the feeling of hunger.

I cannot understand those hungry refugees in ancient times, nor can I sympathize with the older generation who have experienced three years of natural disasters.

However, after Weston activated the skill of Iron-Blooded Warrior, he really felt hungry and burning in his intestines.

The feeling of being able to chew and swallow everything, the feeling of not thinking about anything but food, is so terrifying.

Weston just thinks now that he will have to carry food with him in the future.

No matter when or where you are, never let yourself be short of food.

Otherwise, if an unexpected situation like today happened again, I would be afraid of fainting from hunger again, which was just around the corner.

His nickname of "Hungry Wolf" can no longer be thrown away.

It's all because this tough warrior's skills are too abnormal.