Whenever you try to sell shit, nothing beat the experience of doing a test. The phrase "to see is to believe" was sothing that stuck around because people were fucking evil in general. Scamrs, fraudsters and liars were common in the olden days.
Unfortunately, testimonies especially written ones were easily to falsify. With the advent of voice recording and photography those beca the go to source for proof. Then it beca videos. But these days AI was so advance it could even fake videos.
This was why even if you saw sothing on the internet, half the ti it was fake. I didn't know about Reapers, but nothing was better when trying to prove a point that doing it impromptu and live.
The normal assumption was that without ti to prepare, what was to be presented should be in fact genuine. At least that was the assumption. And as I was careful with my money before due to being poor, I could understand this ntality completely.
Zach right now was at a crossroad. Giving access to the USA's military hardware went against every rule in the Reaper and Human handbooks. But so long as I could prove that what I had to trade with was significantly better, I had bargaining power.
"Let borrow this." I took his cup and mine and presented both to him.
"Mind putting the most powerful defensive ability on these?"
The nightmare said nothing and pulled out his wicked looking pen. He then wrote what looked like Cyrillic on the cups. The letter he produced glowed a holden hue, before floating and began to form a defensive circle around the cups.
Steel forged in the fire,
Muscles strain against the weight,
Standing strong, unbowed.
I didn't know any Slavic languages, but as I had {Interpret} I understood what he wrote. It sounded like a poem. The words together didn't make much sense, but I got the vague gist of it.
This must be similar to the ability he used to block my bullets during our first eting. I rember that these words were powerful enough to stop full powered 7.62 NATO and a point black 10-gauge slug.
"Cool."
Taking the cups, I walked to the end of the room and placed both cups on the side table. I then moved back to our table. As both cups were now given defensive plating by Zach, I had no way to fake the effects of what I was about to do next.
"[Hellsend's Armory] Ebony, Ivory. Exa, after I empty my magazines give Red rounds in Ebony and Faker rounds in Ivory."
[Understood. My lord, you might want to create a soulcage or suppress the noise.]
"Ah right. [Ninja]."
My body shifted Disciplines and now developed enhanced senses and the ability to move silently. Picking up that I wanted Zach to hear her, Exa used the speakers in the room to answer . Hearing the voice of a woman over the PA system caused him to look up.
"Hmph. Ignoring your corny ass naming conventions. So, this was Aira suddenly stopped sending any reports. Did you have Isabella Taurus hack her?"
"No, I turned her into my {Kist}. She is now sothing like my virtual assistant."
"Stop spouting bullshit you bastard," He snapped angrily.
"Haha, but I am not lying though. [Suppressor]"
I aid Ebony at the right cup and Ivory on the left. I then squeezed both triggers. As my [Ninja's] ability was applied to both guns, neither made any sound. However, the muzzle flash was still present.
Despite firing .45 ACP rounds at both targets, my rounds simply behaved as if they slamd into a steel plate. I could see the smashed-up lead cores bounce off. Against the golden letters which absorbed their kinetic energy they were useless.
While the sounds of the gunfire were muted, the echoes of the round impacting were not. Dull thuds echoed as if the rounds hit zombie flesh. Exa delayed reloading my weapons until the slides locked back.
When they did, I turned to Zack as I continued my demonstration. "As you can see your letter armor works."
"Don't call them sothing so stupid. So? What happens now?"
"Naturally, I will show you that while normal ammunition is useless, Hellsend's new weapons are not. Exa."
[Yes, my lord. Red and Faker rounds loaded.]
It was a good thing that the Faker rounds made it in ti. Exa actually displayed a ssage without my vision. The Faker rounds technically still didn't exists yet. All we had was 5 prototype rounds. Only one of which was a .45 ACP round.
'If this doesn't work in one shot, keep reloading that sa bullet okay,' I inwardly noted.
Exa refrained from speaking and only sent a gif of a man saying "okay." I didn't intend to lie about my current abilities but embellishing the truth allowed greater results.
The fact that the soulgear sets and the infinite Sacred guns were still being made was top secret. But as I needed rewards in order for people to join, I couldn't do much but lie my way through it. Besides I trusted my Reapers to co through for .
Keeping my best poker face I smiled at Zach and pressed the slide returns on both my pistols. The feeling and sound of the slides locking in place gave a hit of dopamine. Gun ASMR really was a thing.
"Ah let's put up a soulcage first. I don't want the sprinklers to suddenly rainwater on us."
I raised my hand and covered the place with soulcage. It was amusing how different a month made in my life. During the Enlistnt we still needed soulgear to create soul cages. When I started, I had trouble making them. Molding sothing invisible was hard.
But now? It was like second nature to . I wasn't sure if it was due to using {Shelter} extensively or if it was because of the girls' abilities. I rember Jo, Liv and Lilly's [Combat Shadow Silhouettes] to be experts in manipulating soul.
Gathering my thoughts back to my sales pitch I raised my right hand. First, I aid Ebony at the right cup and calmly declared, "These are rounds enhanced by one of my Reapers."
I squeezed the trigger at my statent. While the look of feel of the gunshot was the sa the outco was completely different. Small explosions detonated covering the impact area of the target in fire and shrapnel.
The impact looked like small firecrackers that shone during new year. Naturally despite the small shockwaves and fires that quickly dissipated the cup still remained unbroken. Curious as to how it would fare, I unloaded the entire magazine.
More small explosions followed. But the letter armor still remained in place. Although it was extrely obvious, my eyes sensed that the letters that had to tank the explosions were a bit dimr. As if their splendor was sacrificed to keep their defense.
"Exa, switch to White rounds."
[Understood. White rounds loaded.]
Aiming at the duller letters I aid Ebony one handed and fired Mike's {Bestow} bullets. A whistling sound still resounded despite [Suppressor] being active. The bullet enhanced with {Pierce} flew like an angry hornet and impaled itself into the letter armor.
But it made the sa dull thud when as it crashed into the floating letters. After exhausting its kinetic energy, like the ones before it, the bullet quietly fell to the ground. The 2nd and 3rd white rounds similarly had no visible results.
However, after the fourth round the Cyrillic characters I was shooting suddenly turned brown! The brown color reminded of oak trees. After it changed colors, the entire sphere of fast-moving letters which spun around like advertisents suddenly slowed to a crawl.
Smug that my rounds perford admirably, I smiled. That must have ant that the defense capabilities of Zach's short poem were finally exhausted. I fired my 5th round. Once again, the sa whistling sound echoed, however instead of the dull thud changed.
The sound of glass shattering followed. Along with the chaos the letter armor covering the cup cracked and gave way. With nothing to stop my bullet, it sped along and broke the glass cup right down the center.
I quickly glanced to Zach in order to gauge his reaction. Ten bullets to destroy his armor was quite bad. After all there was no guarantee that Zach would stand around to wait for his enemies to hit at the sa point ten tis.
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