Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3242: A World Where Weapons, Humans, and Moon Beasts Coexisted

Of course, once transformed into human form, the weapons would become single, twins, and such multiple births.

There were more weapons than one could imagine.

Bows, crossbows, guns, staffs, knives, swords, spears, shields, axes, halberds, pikes, flails, whips, maces, hammers, forks, tridents, and daggers.

There were also all kinds of assassin weapons.

In addition to that—firearms, cannonballs…

Weapons were categorized as long-range, close-range, defensive, etc. The categories were varied and countless.

This was a world where weapons, humans, and moon beasts coexisted.

Moon beasts grew by eating various ores, especially liking to attack moon trees that bore weapons. Weapons, in turn, lived by hunting moon beasts.

A perfect cycle.

Once they reached a certain size, moon beasts could fire laser cannons.

They also attacked human cities according to the phases of the moon.

It was a relationship of mutual restraint and development. Without moon beasts, weapons had no purpose.

Of course, some weapons were born with exceptional innate qualities. They didn’t need humans to hunt.

They were admired by humans and revered by other weapons.

Besides weapons, humans, and moon beasts, there was another type—darkened weapons.

Some weapons, after being abused, defiled, or cruelly treated by their users, chose to darken. Twisted and full of grievance and hatred, they drank their master’s blood, ate their master’s flesh, and broke free from bondage.

These were called fallen weapons.

The entrustor’s name was Nicole. She was a weapons master—or not really, since she didn’t have enough money to afford hiring a weapon.

Weapons also needed money. With money, they could hire a human to take them hunting rather than being bound to a fixed contract.

Some weapons were free. They only hired a weapons master to take them hunting when they got hungry.

Nicole didn’t have a weapon. In a trash heap—a weapon recycling site—she found a crossbow.

The weapon junkyard generally contained dead weapons. They were either broken or no longer useful, thrown out to slowly wither.

Without humans to use them for hunting, weapons would starve to death.

The crossbow was covered in wounds when Nicole found it.

That black-haired man was Crossbow Lar.

Crossbow Lar was originally a weapon on the verge of death. He was a small-sized crossbow—a long-range weapon.

From afar, the damage wasn’t enough. Up close, he was easily overpowered. In short, he was a rather mediocre weapon.

A weapons master didn’t just have one weapon—they had long-range, close combat, and defensive ones.

They all coordinated and trained together.

But Nicole and Crossbow Lar—one poor weapons master, one weapon resurrected from the trash heap—stumbled through life in this dangerous world.

They scraped together money and supported each other. Even when Lar suggested Nicole find other weapon companions, Nicole refused.

The two had feelings for each other, but Lar felt inferior and believed Nicole deserved better.

Lar had some defect—that was why he’d been discarded.

He could give his life for Nicole, to protect her, but he didn’t have the courage to accept her love.

There were rarely good endings between humans and weapons. Weapons didn’t age and had limited lifespans. They also couldn’t grant humans a family.

Perhaps there would be love for a while, but in the end, humans still spent their lives with other humans.

Moreover, humans actually looked down on weapons quite a lot. A person living their whole life with a weapon—wouldn’t they be laughed at?

Lar was grateful Nicole saved him from dying in the trash heap.

Like a knight, he protected her with humility, bravery, and loyalty. Even when Nicole became strong later, she didn’t take on another primary weapon.

She only kept a contract with Crossbow Lar. Other weapons were only used temporarily.