Chapter 237: Guns, Lots Of Guns

|Author's note: I have not slept in 3 days, I've finished all my final projects and finished my exams.|

Perseus POV

"What are you reading?" Vince asked

After that bath, I just hang around in the living room and went over my plans, there is only one way I can beat Finn after my next match, and I'm checking all the rules to see what I can exploit, it was a thick rule book, Vince and Buddy just got close to me and joined in, they were to help remind me of the more obscure and less memorable rules.

In my next match before Finn, I need to finish them off in one move so that Finn can't read my moves, I know he has been so far, but my next opponent has a similar fighting style to him, so my counters are what he needs as he knows that I'm also not an easy opponent to make it this far.

I have just the plan to beat that so-called Phineas or shall I say, Finn. The fans will not like it, and I will have to pull quite a few things off since I don't want people in the audience to also die in the process. I can't beat the guy head-on, but I'll be able to still win if I use my methods.

"Big bro, why do you have that evil smile on your face?" Vince asked "You know our moms hate it when you do it."

"Well Vince, be prepared to be called the little brother of the devil, I have a way to beat Finn that doesn't require me to fight him head-on, the audience won't have fun, so they might call you names for being related to me."

"Hmm, I don't care."

"What if the heroes do that? They already don't like me very much and you love them."

"Like you, I'll leave it to the future me."

"Yeah, I now understand why I'm a bad influence on you, for now, I need to go see people."

*****

I then made my way to Trevor, one of the heroes, I need guns, but as you know, the guns in this world are only used as collectors' items, and so I need someone knowledgeable with guns, and he's from the States.

I tried asking the author because he once lived abroad in Texas, but he said no.

|Just cuz I once lived in Texas, it doesn't mean I know anything about guns. They deep fry a lot of crap though, I thought it was a stereotype till I learn of chicken fried steak. And I don't know if all of y'all do this, but why do you guys keep greeting strangers? You say hello or good morning to complete strangers, my social anxiety doesn't know whether to make a reply or stay quiet.|

Alright, this is my story. If you want to tell yours, make a podcast, everyone does this nowadays.

"Hey Trevor, I need a bit of your help."

"What kind of help?" he responded

"So I heard that guns from your world are way better than the ones here, so I need your thoughts to help create guns that utilize mana and shoot out magic bullets instead of regular ones."

"Why would you think I know anything about guns?"

"I heard the rumors that you're some sort of weirdo originating from the same country that the original demon lord come from."

"Weirdo?"

"Yeah, you have a lot of shirts with weird drawings of guys and girls with abnormally large eyes, and you also freak out every time you see-"

"I'm a weeb, not that you know what it means, don't worry, I'm as normal as they come." he stopped me

I know what it means, and being called a weeb isn't a good thing, at least I don't think it does.

"Well, I don't know about guns, but I have a lot of ideas, just get some smiths and I say what I know for them to work it out." he offered "But one condition."

"What do you want? Friends? Social skills? Some grass to touch?"

"I want my name on the patent for these guns and I want you to invest some money into my business."

"What business?"

"I'm planning to create and sell action figures of me and my fellow heroes, with you on board, I can some for you too."

"Action figure?" I know what it means, but remember, not everyone knows I'm some sort of reincarnate.

*****

I had Zach bring over the best smith he knows and I asked Lilith to do the same, Zach brought over his massive bulky younger brother, which...well, his family sure has talents in a lot of things. Trevor doesn't necessarily like to be in the presence of Lilith, but he gave off his best knowledge on fictional weapons, and hopefully, the smiths can pick up some ideas from how they worked in the stories and incorporate them into this.

Trevor's smith was even more uncomfortable than Trevor himself, but his passion for creation usurp his fear of demons and agreed to help. On the other hand, demon smith hated humans, but his passion for creation also triumphs over his hatred of humans and agreed to cooperate.

*****

Trevor left and the smiths were left to do what they can before I can face Finn, they got about 2 weeks since there was a short break after the quarter-finals.

"So this is all you need? And how many do you need?" the demon smith asked

I then cough and cleared my throat.

"Yup, I need guns, lots of guns."

"Why was your voice like that?" Lilith asked

"I was trying to sound like Keanu Reeves."

"Who?"

"The man who calls everyone breathtaking while being the most amazing man on the planet."

"Should Leilah and I be concerned?"

"...No."

"Why was there hesitation?" she scowled "Now I'm really concerned."

"He plays John Wick, one of the best assassins on the planet and I aspire to be like that, and...if anyone hurts my fox, I WILL go all John Wick on them and their family."