Damien’s eyes panned over the large assortment of armaments in front of him. He couldn’t help but marvel at the aesthetic choices of these weapons’ makers.
Each firearm was domineering in its own right. The sniper rifles and other larger weapons looked as if they could easily take chunks out of the earth.
They were extremely tempting. Especially considering the fact that Damien was using Earth standards to judge them, he couldn’t even imagine how powerful they truly were.
Unfortunately, these weapons didn’t suit him. He was a close and mid-ranged combatant, so long-range weapons like snipers wouldn’t work for him.
At the same time, he was a person who focused more on destructive power than speed. Because he could easily teleport, speed was never his concern.
And because he would constantly teleport, a weapon that specializes in rapid-fire capabilities wouldn’t suit him either.
But that didn’t mean rapid-firing capabilities weren’t useful to him. If he could, he’d prefer a weapon that could do both rapid-fire and burst attacks.
His requirements must’ve been far too steep, however, since he couldn’t find anything that suited him. Luckily, he didn’t take too much time since each weapon came with a holographic window that roughly outlined its pros and cons.
Damien walked to the end of the shelf. At this point, the weapons in front of him were mainly pistols and other smaller guns.
‘Haa, pistols are small and sleek enough to fit my requirements, but can they match up to what I’m envisioning?’
Truthfully, he thought they could. But he didn’t have any knowledge on this type of weapon. His thoughts were all hypotheticals made with his information-less mind.
Still, it didn’t look like General Strohm was going to help him. And on top of that, he couldn’t keep Long Chen away from the sword rack for too long.
He could clearly see the other party practically salivating in his wheelchair.
‘I’ll have to pick the one that matches closest to what I’m thinking of…but will he let me?’
Damien’s eyes moved to a location free of any other firearms. It was a glass case with two pistols inside.
One was a sleek metallic black while the other was a contrasting silver. Underneath the case, there was a plaque stating the weapons’ names.
Twin Moons.
Named after the twin moons that hung in the world’s sky, the black pistol was Hel and the silver was Freya.
‘Asgardian mythos has a significant impact on this world. I originally thought Niflheim simply copied Asgard, but I might be wrong.’
Although the names he had heard so far didn’t have any connection with the actual myths, their influence was still strong.
After all, his “wife” was a Valkyrie.
He had to wonder where these legends came from, to be able to spread across many planets like this. He also had to wonder about Earth’s origins once again. How could a mere beginner world be so influenced by the wider universe?
Damien shook his head. The mystery of Earth was something he realized long ago, but as he traversed the universe, he came to understand that the answers he sought weren’t there.
At least, not in Sector 3.
Instead of thinking about questions he’d answer far in the future, Damien removed the glass casing and took the twin pistols into his hands.
‘Ah, what a nice feeling.’ He couldn’t help but inwardly comment. It felt like the grips were adjusting to his hands perfectly.
Only when Damien picked up the Twin Moons did General Strohm open his eyes again. But after only glancing for a few moments, he returned to his original posture.
Seeing this, Damien sighed in relief and put the Twin Moons away in his spatial ring. After that, he accompanied Long Chen to the sword racks.
While Long Chen experienced the orgasmic bliss of otherworldly swords, General Strohm was submerged in inner thoughts that completely betrayed his outward appearance.
‘The Twin Moons?! They actually allowed a mere professor to wield them?!’
His thoughts were truly chaotic. It had to be known, weapons of the Twin Moons’ level of quality had almost all been claimed already. If an exemplary soldier appeared who was deserving of such high-class weaponry, it would be forged directly for him.
But the Twin Moons were different. General Strohm vividly recalled the old folktale that had been passed on through generations of soldiers.
Originally a pair of manaless weapons that existed before the Mana Advent, the pistols were abandoned by their master and left in an unknown corner of the world.
Years passed. The dual weapons sat unnoticed for ages. By all means, these ordinary weapons should’ve rusted and deteriorated hundreds of years ago, but the esoteric concept of miracles exists for a reason. No matter how much time passed, the pistols remained in pristine condition.
And at some point, they began absorbing mana. The pistols’ color changed, turning from a more camo-like color to an iridescent blue that mirrored the mana it absorbed.
But when this change wasn’t allowed to last for long. One fateful day, tens of thousands of years ago, the single moon in the sky split into two halves.
A dark moon that was almost completely black, melding into the night sky. If it wasn’t for the stars behind it that cast a shadow of its silhouette onto the world, even the denizens wouldn’t have known of its existence.
As for the other, it was a glistening silver. It shone with light rivaling the sun using its own power, granting the night sky a strong power of yin.
Perhaps, the moon splitting told of a new era. The world was bathed in two contrasting auras for three days and three nights after the event.
And during that baptism, the pair of dual pistols absorbed the energy of the two moons, mirroring their images and gaining sentience.
The Twin Moons had only been found by Evotech with pure luck. But after finding such a good weapon, how could they not try to take advantage of it?
Truthfully, many masters had attempted to control the Twin Moons, but the weapons simply wouldn’t listen.
They were already at the pinnacle of Chaos Rank weapons, so when they resisted, it was impossible for anyone to conquer them by force.
Therefore, they had been placed in the Armament Hall for chosen soldiers to try their luck. It became a sort of ritual to attempt to conquer the Twin Moons before choosing a true weapon.
But now, in front of the general’s eyes, a small researcher with a timid personality easily picked up the Twin Moons without even a shred of resistance.
Judging from the man’s expression, he didn’t even know the significance of what he just did.
General Strohm’s curiosity was piqued. If he was picked as the Twin Moons’ master, he wouldn’t be a simple character at all. Perhaps…
General Strohm shook his head. Even if he had some kind of amazing talent, there was no way he was a hidden powerhouse. Infiltrating Evotech’s system wasn’t easy at all.
But still, General Strohm was forced to make a mental note.
About the future achievements of this currently nameless researcher, he was both a little excited and a little fearful.
All he knew for certain was that times were changing, and the raging storm on the horizon was infinitely close to enveloping them all.