A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Kerr Cowell nodded slightly and casually said, "So, is your Rose Club collecting a certain emotion? A thrill that breaks free from worldly shackles?"


The smile on X's face stiffened slightly. After a pause, he slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, "It's hard to believe that you guessed this information."


X took a deep breath and looked seriously at Kerr Cowell, "You guessed right, it's my talent, but that doesn't matter. I do have something I want to entrust you with."


"Your subordinate just said you have the ability to destroy planets."


Kerr Cowell raised his eyebrows, casually threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the wine glass on the table, and looked at the man sitting in the dim, flickering light, "You want to destroy a planet?"


No. 235: "Haven't you eaten? Bang the drum so hard for me that it breaks!"_2