It was heavier than it looked.
Despite its ordinary revolver appearance, the weapon weighed at least three times more than a standard model.
Fortunately, Alexander’s enhanced strength made it effortless to handle.
He loaded six bullets into the cylinder, raised the gun, and aimed at a thick tree outside the window.
Bang!
The shot rang out with a deep, resonant sound.
Faint red patterns on the barrel glowed briefly as the bullet streaked forward.
The impact tore a fist-sized hole straight through the trunk.
Alexander hissed slightly at the recoil against his wrist but smiled in satisfaction.
This was far beyond normal revolver power, more like a high-caliber sniper rifle.
Some unknown force had enhanced both the speed and destructive force of the ammunition.
“Sacrificing dozens of handguns for this…” he murmured.
The weapon felt like a true magical artifact.
If dozens produced something this powerful, what would hundreds yield?
He decided on a name.
“You’ll be called Death’s Verdict.”
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For close-range devastation, shotguns were still ideal.
He piled up over a dozen shotguns along with the rest of the guns.
“Maximum lethality,” he said, then activated the ability.
“Sacrifice.”
A brilliant flash consumed the entire pile.
In their place lay a menacing four-barreled shotgun, entirely black with intricate dark gold patterns etched along its length.
Four thick barrels gleamed above a large rotating cylinder capable of holding twelve rounds.
Alexander picked it up, feeling its substantial weight and raw presence.
It radiated pure destructive potential.
A single shot from this would likely obliterate even the enhanced werewolves he had faced.
He was tempted to test it immediately but held back, the noise would definitely draw unwanted attention from the neighbors or police.
“I’ll test you properly on the other side,” he said, setting the weapon aside with anticipation.
He still had boxes of ammunition left.
“Sacrifice.”
The first box vanished, replaced by several old-fashioned artillery shells.
Alexander stared at them blankly for a moment.
“Useful… eventually, maybe.” He stored them away.
At least he could potentially sacrifice a cannon later if needed.
Hoping for better results, he tried another box, this time 12.7mm caliber rounds.
They disappeared, leaving behind a smaller pile of enhanced bullets.
Each was slightly longer and heavier than standard, and far more powerful.
One box of roughly 1,500 ordinary rounds had produced only about 100 of these special ones.
Alexander tested the feel of one in his hand.
The power radiating from them was obvious.
He kept one box each of standard revolver and shotgun ammunition as spares, then Sacrificed the rest.
After processing over a dozen boxes, he obtained four distinct types of enhanced revolver bullets, each with unique properties he would need to experiment with later.
Alexander looked over his growing arsenal with satisfaction.
The Sacrifice ability continued to exceed expectations.
With these new weapons and his other abilities, he was far better prepared for whatever awaited him in the fairy tale realms.