Marx just realized something about the system. Some things, did not have to be given to him as skills. For example what he was about to do. He just borrowed the idea from the computer he had had his conciousness sucked into the computer back in the basement.
"Do you think that it possible with you?" He asked before attempting.
Marx had not expected that it has such a name. Whoever did the name was supposed to have done some consultations though. But it was still a better naming system than the old foggies who could name a planet Wood.
He activated the Dream World and he suddenly was in a new place. Everything was bue. Like a screen. He realized that all he had to do was to think of what he wanted to do and it would all appear in front of him. The blue flickered as if in acknowledgement of the thought.
Then it was about time that he did what brought him here. Instantly, a pistol appeared in front of him. He smiled at the efficiency and he flipped his hand and the pistol started rotating fast. He raised his hand and the pistol stopped.
He then touched a single part of the pistol and moved it away and it detached from the original pistol. This was the magazine he had removed. He smiled and then separated the pistol into parts.
The pistol parts all floated in front of him and he started checking the parts that he needed to upgrade. But it became even more difficult than he thought. He even asked questions in hopes for answers but most of them were not as helpful.
All upgrading he requested all led to one thing and that was the barrel. But the materials required were not easy to obtain. The first thing he needed were beast crystals which the system had monopolized and used on itself.
He asked for features from the system but they all appeared to be incompatible with his gun. After every upgrade he came up with, after recombining the pistol and making the changes, he realized that all he could do was to blow the gun up with its own bullets.
These were signs of a blockade but Marx was not the type to give up just because of one or two failures. As long as he had the time and ability, he could not give up on the idea of an even more powerful pistol than he was thinking about.
He sighed and instanly rifles and machine guns appeared infront of him. He started separating them into the smallest of parts. He went for all the common things they had. They all floated in front of him and the rest disappeared.
Then, the parts of the pistol appeared. He linked them together gauging from their compatibility and after trying around ten times, they ended up as a failure after combining them together.
This left him with only one option. That is to create his own. He had the material required with him to begin with. Of all the guns he had collected, all he had interest in were the pistols and the sniper rifle he had promised to upgrade.
He was already having a dark premonition about the difficulty it was going to have when upgrading the sniper rifle. But that just made him want to see just how tough it could be to do so and how dedicated he was.
Without further thought, he laid out the blue prints of the pistol. Everything starting from the trigger to the rear and front view was going to be changed. Even the bullets were going to have a change.
He realized that wider bullets were more powerful than narrow ones. There were also many factors he learnt such as the pressure from the barrel and the weight of the bullets. Most importantly, there was emphasis on the powder used in the gun.
After Marx set out the blue prints and making a slightly longer barrel, he got out from the Dream World.
"Time to work Entropy," Marx said referring the system by its name.
In truth, it was not that the system did not want to help but it just did not want Marx to be over reliant on it. It could not be the one that was used to solve all of Marx's problems. Though, it could not in the least leave him stranded.
Marx once again was caught at loss. There was no suitable place for him to start being a gunsmith. He now understood what it was that Dan was referring to. Still, there was a table in front of him.
Since the system had enough heat, he was going to use it. The system's inside was even more powerful than any furnace.
"I want you to melt all the material used to make the guns. Be sure to separate the plastics from metals," Marx commanded and he started moving the guns back to his inventory.
Allow Deny> Marx quickly allowed the system as he got back to work. After the pistol was created, he was going to need bullets made specifically for it. He once again got into the Dream World and started studying the bullets. After careful analysis, he came out from the Dream World and started emptying all the gun powder on the table. It took a long time but so was the system. He did not even realize that it was already daybreak. Not that he cared anyway. He was going to get out of this room only late at night. It was until around two hours later that he finaly emptied the last bullet. It had taken him longer than he had expected. Also, the gun powder was even more than he could finish in his life. He moved three quarters of it and was left with enough for the bullets he needed to create. He was still going to need specially made bullets for the sniper rifle soon. He was just about to check on the system when a notification appeared. "Just right on time. Move three quarters of it into the inventory. Then melt these bullets metal cases," Marx said as all the melt material was put into the Inventory. Now all he needed was to remove piece by piece. He then started collecting all the bullet cases and putting them into the inventory as the system took them for melting. He then requested for a piece of the material from the Inventory. He received a half a meter long piece that he placed on the table. He raised his index finger and the Flame Hurtle appeared from the tip of his finger. It still felt unreal watching it coming from his body as if he was nothing but a machine. He flickered his finger and a blue flame lit from the Flame Hurtle. "Activate night vision," he said. Night vision had various uses and one of them was seeing trajectories. This meant that it was accurate in measuring. The helmet appeared and he measured the required length from the blueprints he had created. Each of the required pieces was cut in pairs. This was because he needed to make two pistols. The process was long. This was because of the accuracy required. He needed to make the perfect pices or he would end up with no gun. It was around four hours that he had finally cut all the pieces. The next thing he needed to cut were the bullet cases. The process itself took even longer and it took five hours. All this time he did not even get his attention from them. He finally sighed as he stared at all the pieces that were lying on the table. He had retracted all the gunpowder for it was yet to get used. Now it was assembly time but he knew just how difficult it was going to be. Maybe by the end of the day he would have only made one gun. But it appeared that he had underestimated their compatibility with the system. The system did all the calculations required and also the velocity of the bullets. It did not take more than four hours and he was sure that by the end of the day, he would have finished the two. The round parts, he did not have to worry about them. He could just put them into the inventory and they would come in the required shape. When it came to combining the parts, he just had to think of it and a screw driver would appear from his finger tip. The parts that required welding were easy to connect using the system's flame. Hours later, two grey pistols lay on the table. Marx removed the helmet and fell back on the coach. It was already night time. All that he needed to do now was to make the bullets. This was the part that took most of his time. But he decide that he was going to make bullets for only for two hours before Dan arrived. The system thankfully made the bullets casing. They were slightly wider than the previous ones. All he had to do was to fill the bullets with gunpowder. It took him two hours to fill only 200 bullets. He had created only four magazines which he realized he had miscalculated. Though, these magazines could hold 25 rounds. He did not feel dejected for not creating more magazines. With the system, he only needed to have the bullets ready and it would fill the magazines for him. He started putting the bullets into the magazine and the rest of the bullets were sent to the inventory. He finally breathed as he stared at his creation. He had a proud smile as he checked the details of the creation.