Chapter 31: Dimensional Destroyer

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"Shut up, girly boy. I am not gonna let some dumb silver hair homunculus call me a log." A voice said in my head. I dropped the weapon on my bed because the voice freaked me out.

"The hell was that? Am I going crazy? I think a crazy brothel worker was talking about hearing voices in her head." I said while my heart was beating fast in fear. No it cannot be me going crazy. That voice was not something I could manifest. It was some foreign sound voice I could never even manifest.

That could be my imagination. I remember some girl I had intercourse with talking about those subjects. I was too busy thinking about the sin points I was making. From what I remember she got tutored from people who specialized in brains.

"You are hearing voices in your head because I am not going to talk out loud. There is a maid or slut outside spying on you." The voice said in my head.

Wait, is Lily outside my door? I got up from my bed and opened the door. Outside was my maid with a red face. She was outside my door. I don't think she was spying on me.

"Oh, young lord. I was about to enter the room. I forgot to knock. I…uh…um. I was wondering if we should Invite the young girl that was over before the incident." Rose Lily said roughly, darting her eyes back and forth.

"Incident? Oh, that. Well, I would but I have plans today. Maybe I will invite her tomorrow. Having Tea and sweets would be nice with a girl around." I said with a smile.

"Good, now excuse me please." Rose Lily said. She darted off down the hall to another room. Back to the main problem. That log can talk. I can confirm that it is not a made up voice.

"Stop calling me that, Rybkah." The log said.

What is a Ryybakaha? This foreign voice is now using unfamiliar words. I wish it would just keep its insults in a language I could understand.

"No, it is Rybkah. Not whatever the hell you thought of. Rybkah means little fish. I am calling you that because you look like a girl. Imagine being a man and having no muscles. Disgraceful if you ask me." The log said in a fit of anger.

Who the hell are you calling a girl? I know I am not with the thing in between my legs. This log, stick, or whatever it wants to be is mean. Wait a minute! Can this thing read my thoughts?

"I am not a stick nor am I a log. Does your card skill summon sticks and logs? I am a weapon damn it! A weapon and a beautiful strong one at that!" The weapon stated.

"Ok if you are a weapon what type of weapon can you even be. I see that you have a metal spike attached to you. So you must be a spear of some sorts." I said to the weapon while analyzing its structure.

"I am a gun! Not some stick! I am what you call a Dimensional Destroyer! I have devoured many worlds!" The weapon said.

Wait, can it really be the weapon type I have read about? The so-called Dimensional Destroyers; weapons that have destroyed dimensions. It can't be there is just no way. On the off chance it is one then I need to use it to my advantage.

"Ok, so I get that you are a strong weapon now. I just need one thing clarified. What is a gun?" I asked the weapon I am currently holding.

The weapon sighed and began a history lesson I was not prepared for. I now have a basic understanding of a type of weapon called firearms. It was a lot of information to take in. The basic idea is that a gun is the evolved form of a bow.

It uses metal arrows that fly at a very fast rate. I think when it comes down to it there are some things you can reuse from your metal arrows. Where with actual arrows you can reuse the whole thing minus the feathers in most cases. There is also this country called the Soviet Union or some crap like that. I blanked out on most of that history lesson.

I am allowed to manifest a so-called full clip a day. I need to find a place to store them since he said it can be annoying to store all the ammo out in the open. You have to worry about getting the metal arrows wet. It can cause issues when the weapon functions.

He also mentioned that he gave me a low ranking skill. He copied this person's skill that was inherited to him by his family's blood. It is called Armory. This skill allows you to store weapons and their accessories up to a certain amount. For my new skills rank. I will only be able to use the ability to store the weapon and 10 clips of ammo.

This skill is the lowest ranking skill. I never thought I could see such a skill rating but there is a first for everything. The Skills rank is F-. Yes this skill has a minus meaning it is not as good as F. Not bad enough to be lower than the lowest. Yet, I thought F was the lowest rank.

I heard a couple of footsteps outside my door so I had to abruptly put my weapon into my storage skill. I was not expecting it to be Rita. I wonder why Rita would be here. Isn't she too busy to visit? Wait, why is she coming to my room? I should meet her in the guest room.

"So this is a boy's room? Isn't this too plain to be an influential person's living quarters? There is nothing fancy here. Like anything other than the bed you have." Rita said rudely. She then proceeded to analyze my bed looking for something.

After five minutes she sighed while looking at me with a pitiful face. I know she feels sorry for me in some weird way. Her look makes me want to slap her with something. She spoke up after thinking for a few moments.

"I guess it is true. You don't seem to bring girls over a lot. You must go to them." Rita said with a smile.

"Are you picking a fight!" I said almost yelling. I remembered I was indoors so I decided to quiet down halfway through my shout.