Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

Case 111: Machine gun baby!

''Remember to call or text me often, alright?'' I pat the two elves on the shoulder. 

''Sure.''

''Mhmm.''

''Are you guys ready?'' Dad, who's leaning on the doorframe, asks.

He'd already teleported their families back, so now it's only these two here.

''Go.'' I push them lightly forward.

I hope they have a good time there.

After a wonderful dinner as usual and a nice hot bath, it's now time to rest.

''Hu...'' I sigh lightly, looking around my room.

It feels kinda weird now that those two are not here anymore. 

''By the way, Anna.'' I call Anna, who's combing her hair in front of the dressing mirror. ''How's your body right now?''

''Same as yesterday. Hmm... my lower belly is a little bit hotter, I think?'' She replies. 

''I see, it's going well then, according to the manual.'' I flop down to the bed. ''Tell me, or anyone for that matter, if there's something wrong, alright?''

''I mean, it's not like I can't heal myself if something happens...'' She chuckles. ''Hah... There's only four days left...''

''I'll probably need to tell you how to handle it later, seeing that those two are not here.'' Tina, who's lying beside me, interjects. 

''Thanks.'' Anna stands up and walks toward us.

puff

She snuggles right into my arms, squirming around happily.

''Wanna sleep yet?'' I ask.

''Sure...'' She replies and closes her eyes.

After a short while, her breathing becomes steady and I have a sleeping kitten on my body.

Tina very naturally puts her arm around my neck and hugs me from the side as well.

I initially wanted to watch some movies with them, but I can't just break this ultimate cuddling state. Let's just sleep for now.

''Hmm...''

I close my eyes and feel the cool breeze blowing all over my body. 

You know, there's a certain romance about lying alone on the roof and looking at the clouds in the blue sky. It's relaxing, really relaxing. Maybe I was too busy with my training and my sex life over the past few months.

ting

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket rings.

''Oh, it's Emy.'' I mutter.

[♥Emy♥: Got banana parfait. New shop.]

Together with the message is a selfie of her with the super delicious-looking parfait.

Heh... There's a new parfait shop in there. I'm jealous.

'Bring back some of them later.' And then send.

[♥Emy♥: Sure.]

Parfait secured. I believe in you, comrade.

ting

Oh, it's Liana this time. Let's see...

[♥Liana♥: Miss you.]

This silly girl, it's only been like half a day-

''...''

Okay, why am I even surprised that Liana sent me a dickpic.

So naturally, I strip my skirt and panties down.

tack

Here, have a pussypic in response. A spread one for extra horniness.

''Hu...'' I put the phone on my belly, staring at the sky.

I really want to migrate the Internet to these phones somehow, but Eva said that it would be really hard, largely due to the time-dilation stuff going on between the two worlds. And quote 'Just be a god and you can easily do it' as well, what a passionate cult leader, able to rope people in and all.

Aside from that... I've been neglecting to make new guns for a while now, cause I had to learn magic. Maybe now it's time to finally craft the machine gun that I've been wanting to make. We have quite a lot of 7.62 bullets here after all, with the AK stuff going on.

''Alright, let's do this!'' I immediately rise.

''Sorry, what'd you say?'' The Head Researcher asks in disbelief. ''How many rounds per minute again?''

''Two thousand to six thousand. I'd imagine it being much higher if we incorporate mana in the firing system as well.'' I hand him the blueprint. 

''Hoh~... This design is certainly interesting.'' He strokes his beard. ''And we've been trying to develop a mana-fueled firing system for a while now, actually. It'll have a very high RPM, but not as high as this one...''

So they were trying to make guns with ridiculous RPMs anyway.

''So, how long do you think it'll take to make this?'' I ask.

''If Your Holiness joins in, then maybe half a day? These parts are quite hard to craft it seems.''

''Wouldn't it interrupt your work though?'' I look around the busy research center.

''Absolutely not, Your Holiness.'' He shakes his head. ''Our ultimate purpose is to serve you - The Saint, so doing this would certainly count as 'Doing our job'.''

''Thanks.'' I smile. ''Let's start right away then.''

Hmm... This part looks good enough, I think.

''Phew...'' I let out a sigh and put down the piece. ''I forgot to ask, but do we even have enough bullets to test this thing?''

''If it's 7.62 then we certainly do, Your Holiness.'' The Head Researcher replies while trimming parts together with a few other members.

''That's good.''

I can't see outside here underground, but it's probably dark now. It's been a long time since I've worked on a gun this long in one sitting. Maybe the last time was for the Hecate.

Either way, we're now onto the last parts already, I can't wait to test this mass destruction weapon...!

''So, what the hell is this monstrosity?'' Dad raises an eyebrow, looking at the slightly altered, but pretty much still M134 and its long-ass belt sitting in a metal box.

''The best weapon for a zombie apocalypse.'' I reply.

''What??''

''Okay, but no, seriously, doesn't it look cool?''

''I mean, it does, but...''

I turn to the awesome research team of ours and give them a double thumbs-up. They respond with double thumbs-ups as well.

''Just looking at these barrels, I'm assuming that it shoots very fast?'' Tina, who's squatting near the gun with Anna, says.

''Yup.''

''How fast?''

''You'll see in a second.'' I grin, lifting the gun with telekinesis and fixing it in place at the same time. ''See that broken car over there?''

shiing

The M134 comes to life as the barrels begin to rotate, powered by mana instead of electric motors. 

bzzzzzzzzzt

The belt is pulled violently into the gun while a series of loud pops are heard as the firing pins strike the primers of the cartridges, igniting the gunpowder and firing the bullets.

They travel through the barrels at supersonic speeds, creating constant muzzle blasts. The empty cases ejected from the chambers clink and rattle on the ground, forming a huge pile of spent cartridges.

''Aha! Ahahahahah!'' I can't help but laugh at this magnificent scene. Why didn't I make this sooner?! Stupid me.

Under the eyes of everyone, the stream of bullets hits the car with devastating force, and even though no one can see it clearly because of the dust, they all know that the car is effectively obliterated.

By the time the barrels have stopped spinning, there's nothing but a mere pile of sad metal left at that place.

'''' ... ''''

''Hey, Head Researcher!'' I turn to the man, who's grinning proudly at the corner. ''Do you reckon we can make some thousands of explosive 7.62s?!''

''Stop! Stop! For the love of god...!''

Why, dad? It's all for world peace!