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

"We only need to spend a little time and a little bit of Star Coins to easily collect these somewhat useless One-Star Items. I believe that after seven days, I can definitely send a large number of One-Star Items to Mr. Carl Jacob again."


"This number... a conservative estimate of eight digits."


Kerr Cowell looked at Irving Grey in the screen for a moment before slowly getting up and laughing. "Irving, you really are my best friend, always understanding me so well."


"Of course, having Kerr Cowell's friendship is the most successful thing I have done in my life."


"So, Mr. Cowell, when do you want to receive this batch of items?"


"Alright, then I'll wait for your instructions."


After hanging up, Kerr glanced at Scar Dog beside him, satisfied. "Our friend here always gets things done smoothly. 40 million One-Star Items should be enough to enhance our Gun Turret to a more exaggerated level."


Chapter 246: "This number... at least eight digits."_2