Chapter 418 - 279: Paper to Steel, Glue to Weld

Chapter 418: Chapter 279: Paper to Steel, Glue to Weld

"With my help, the privilege of the Mages has been successfully weakened."

"Is that so," Zog said.

’He understood what Old El meant. As long as someone could handle seven kilograms, with a bit of practice, they could launch a pretty effective Magic Array from a great distance. Plus, unlike Magic Items, they weren’t in short supply.’

"The power of this gun can reach the level of a Level Four Shaping Mage. To continuously cast spells of this power, you’d probably need to be a Level Five Mage. And Level Five... that’s the lifetime ceiling for most Mages," Old El said.

"But the knowledge a Level Five Mage possesses isn’t something you can get just by pulling a trigger. The future will definitely be a world that values knowledge, not one that values brute force," Zog said.

"Oh, is that so?"

Old El laughed and said, "Even if one day, an Ordinary person could pull a trigger and fire a bullet that could harm even you, would you still like that world that values knowledge?"

"I wouldn’t necessarily like it."

Zog answered honestly. ’Who wouldn’t like the privilege that comes with superpowers?’

"But it’s something I have to accept. Equality in death is an important foundation for all equality. I like the idea of a more equal world, and I want individuals with even more privilege than me to also be equal in death. Therefore, I must accept the dissolution of my own privilege."

Zog waved a paw and turned toward the firing range’s exit.

"It’s no big deal."

It was as if he were comforting Old El, and also comforting himself.

"It’s no big deal. Times have changed, Chairman."

Having acquired this brand-new armament, Zog no longer personally handled the job of clearing out Magical Beasts.

Even many Beastman Warriors accepted this new equipment. Although they felt that fighting by firing a gun from two hundred meters away was devoid of honor, hunting low-level Magical Beasts didn’t offer much honor to begin with, so they might as well choose the safer, more efficient method.

Meanwhile, Zog finally had time to prepare for the filming of *Silence of the Lambs*. The actors had already been gathered, and Raul and Starling would soon be finishing their training.

「Meanwhile, in Twin Tower City.」

Sir Gordo’s luxurious mansion.

"Heal me, quick! Heal me!" Big Morris complained.

"The skill’s on cooldown!" Sir Gordo replied.

"Argh! We were so close!"

On the screen, the Warrior controlled by Big Morris fell to an enemy’s axe.

It was *Path of Conquest*.

The enemy’s health bar at the top of the screen showed only a sliver remaining.

Coming so close to victory only to fail was more agonizing than losing from the get-go.

"Why can’t you just spend some money?"

In Big Morris’s view, the root cause of their failure was that the stats on Sir Gordo’s Priest character weren’t high enough.

"I did."

"You’re a Sir, and you only bought the first-time top-up and a monthly pass? I’ve spent more than you! Have some class!"

"I think if you spend too much money on this kind of game, you’ll definitely get hooked. Besides, just buying the monthly pass is the most cost-effective, rational choice."

"You, with all your money, are talking to me about ’cost-effective’?" Big Morris asked in utter disbelief.

"When you spent over a thousand Gold Coins on that painting that looks like a nosebleed, why didn’t you talk about ’cost-effective’ then?"

"That’s art," Sir Gordo said, very seriously.

"Forget it. Let’s give up on this dungeon for now. We need to grind our characters a bit more."

The two stars of *Beyond Reach* had maintained their close friendship even after filming ended.

They often hung out together or partied up to play games and such.

Sir Gordo, who only had the use of a single Mage’s Hand, had become addicted to gaming.

Still, this addiction was better than his previous listlessness.

The butler and servants were all very pleased with their master’s new lease on life.

In the entire mansion, only one person was unhappy.

Lady Roline was very unhappy.

She was currently glaring at Big Morris, suppressing the urge to kill him.

’She couldn’t help but feel like she was the third wheel in their relationship.’

"Pfft, haha!" Sir Gordo suddenly burst out laughing. "You died on your own this time! Can’t blame me!"

"It was an accident! A message just popped up. Let me take a quick look."

Big Morris wasn’t just making an excuse; a message had indeed arrived—the kind that couldn’t be ignored.

Because the sender was listed as the Emperor of the Loman Empire.