Sebastian leafed through the weapons catalog. There were several rarity tiers: Grade 0, Trash; Grade I, Common; Grade II, Rare; Grade III, Epic; Grade IV, Legendary; Grade V, Mythic; and Grade VI, Cosmic.
Weapons like Frank's M16 belonged to Grade II. Quality increased enormously from one grade to the next. The Cosmic tier included things like the Infinity Gauntlet and Gungnir.
They cost billions of points, far beyond Sebastian's current means. Naturally, he didn't include them in the catalog he showed customers. The highest grade he'd listed was IV.
The system offered original weapons of its own, along with fictional ones from video games and movies. Sebastian hadn't even finished looking through everything available. There were just too damn many.
There was also equipment built using adapted technology from fictional worlds. Felicia's suit, for example, was an Epic-grade item made with technology from Halo. Sebastian manufactured things like that himself. It was cheaper than buying them directly from the system, although it took considerably more time.
The system wasn't limited to weapons, either. He could buy healing supplies and other equipment. Really, it would be more accurate to say that anything intended for offense or defense could be purchased.
"SEBASTIAAAAAN! I'M BAAAACK!" That was Deadpool.
Sebastian stepped out to the front of the shop. Wade stood there in his red spandex, his mask pulled back to show off his newly restored face.
"Welcome," Sebastian said with a smile. He wasn't talking to Deadpool. He was greeting the woman beside him.
She was beautiful. Her skin was unnaturally pale, as white as milk without the slightest exaggeration. A black patch surrounded her left eye, standing out against her sharply defined features. She looked Sebastian up and down, her expression somewhere between a mocking smirk and a flirtatious smile.
"Wade told me about you. I'm looking for some new weapons," she said. Her voice was cool and distant, as though she didn't quite trust the place.
"Feel free to look around or browse our catalog. Some items require a deposit and a few days for delivery, though," Sebastian explained.
"Come on, girl, over here!" Wade interrupted before she could start looking around. "This is where the good stuff is." He grabbed the catalog.
Domino took the enormous book. At first, her expression was indifferent. Then her brow furrowed more and more with every page. She began flipping through it faster, barely pausing to look at the photographs.
"Did you bring me here to waste my time, Wade?" she grumbled. "Fantasy weapons? What are you, some kind of science-fiction fanatic?"
"I'm just a humble gun dealer. But I guarantee the quality of everything I sell. We have a shooting range, too. If something interests you, you're welcome to test it." Sebastian wasn't about to let her attitude intimidate him. This chapter is updated first at novelping dot com.
She hesitated for a moment before pointing to a fairly ordinary-looking weapon. [Colt Python — Deadeye]
"Wade, can you take it to the shooting range?" Sebastian asked as he headed into the storeroom.
"Oh, so you remember I exist now?"
"He was just ignoring you," the woman told him.
Once all three of them were at the range, Sebastian handed her the revolver. She pointed to her ears, and he gave her a pair of hearing protectors. She put them on while taking the gun. Sebastian didn't usually bother handing those out. His weapons didn't need them.
She planted her feet and aimed with one hand. She fired several shots. Sebastian watched her surprise when she realized the gun had absolutely no recoil. For a moment, she looked as though she couldn't believe it had fired at all.
Sebastian had to stop himself from staring at her figure. It was impressive. The tight combat suit she wore did nothing to hide her curves, and his eyes were all too eager to appreciate them. But Sebastian was a professional, not some lovesick, horny idiot.
He felt an elbow jab his side. Deadpool stood beside him. The bastard had caught the split second Sebastian spent looking at Domino's ass. Sebastian began shaking his head. Deadpool nodded enthusiastically.
"You sly dog." Wade winked. "I got you. Leave it to me."
"I heard that, Wade," she said. She'd finished shooting and now studied the revolver with considerably more respect. "I can barely feel it fire." She frowned. "But how am I supposed to know how powerful it is?"
"You could shoot him." Sebastian pointed at Deadpool. "In the head. His suit is super-durable. I sold it to him."
"No, no, no!" Wade protested. "Wait, didn't I introduce you two? Sebastian, this is Neena, although she's also known as Domino. And Neena, this is Sebastian. Pretty handsome, right?"
"Do you have a way to test its penetration?" Domino asked Sebastian, ignoring him.
"Penetration? His bedroom's back there, isn't it?" Wade offered.
"I've got ballistic gelatin. I'll go get some," Sebastian said, escaping before Wade could say anything stupider.
He kept several blocks of ballistic gelatin in storage. They were useful for testing projectiles because they imitated some of the properties of soft tissue. Sebastian placed one of the blocks on a wheeled table and brought it out to the testing area. As he returned, he heard Wade talking.
"His dick is magnificent. You won't regret it," Wade said, practically drooling. "Long, definitely over eight inches. Thick, too. Three little moles along the shaft. And the best part isn't even his dick. It's when he comes. You should experience it. You can feel every vein start throbbing, and then, boom, he shoots so much you could fill a glass. It's really thick, though, so you couldn't—" Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
"I'm back." Sebastian walked in looking like a dead man.
Wade promptly shut up and straightened. Sebastian wheeled the gelatin block into the range. His expression was perfectly serious, but internally, he had questions. How the fuck did Wade know about his moles? And why had he described everything in so much detail? He locked the table's wheels and returned to Domino and Deadpool.
Domino was looking him over again, as if reevaluating everything she thought she knew about him.
"You can try it with your own gun first," Sebastian said. She had arrived carrying a pistol of her own. "Just so you know I'm not lying."
"Sure." She walked toward him, reloading her pistol while her gaze drifted down to his crotch. It stayed there for several seconds.
Then she took her position, drew her weapon, and fired. The bullet entered the gelatin, but it stopped before passing through the entire block. Sebastian stepped over to inspect the result.
"Thirty-two centimeters."
"Told you he was big," Deadpool whispered to Domino. She rolled her eyes, though she was beginning to look at Sebastian a little differently.
"Try the other one," Sebastian said quickly.
He wasn't going to blush just because a woman was looking at him like that. But couldn't Wade shut his fucking mouth for once?
Domino reloaded the Colt Python and fired again, this time using the weapon from Sebastian's shop. The result? The half-meter block of gelatin couldn't stop the bullet. Neena fired five more shots. Then she looked down at the revolver with a smile.
"Wade... could you kindly fuck off?" she asked.
"At your service."
He left the shop, but not before winking at Sebastian. Then he formed a circle with two fingers and pushed a finger from his other hand through it.
Sebastian looked up at the ceiling. It was a nice ceiling.
"Looks like Deadpool wasn't exaggerating about anything." The way Domino said anything while looking straight at his crotch sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine.
The good kind.