Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

She continues appraising the other artifacts. [NEPTUNE'S TEARS] Replica Type: Blessing Rank: II A drop of the liquid brings the dead back to life temporarily with its soul intact. The replica cannot bring back the soul so the dead turns into a zombie. Skills- None [Ignus Quail] Replica FAILED PRODUCT Type: Dragonblood Rank: III By eating the raw egg inside, the user will partly gain the powers of The Ignus Dragon. Skills: Failed products cannot be used. [Hymn to the War Gods]

“And how is that related to this frozen sword?” “That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Estevan pointed out. “You see, there are a lot of different Empyreal Weapons—swords, shields, bows and arrows, spears, hammers … I can go on. But I’m still wondering if it’s possible to have that as another kind.” “You think this is one of those weapons?” Larice said, looking at the replica. “No … Your blood.”

For the next hour, every strike and evasion I make on the mat is stripped down to raw, military-grade efficiency. "It makes perfect sense you Awakened to the Reaper bloodline," Nyla notes approvingly as I step off the mat. She gestures to my thigh holster. "Custom firearm? Let me see." I hand over my matte-black pistol. "I'm running dangerously low on ammo, Professor. Can the Academy supply free bullets?" I ask, my brain never missing a chance to exploit the school's budget. Nyla expertly checks the chamber. "I can submit a requisition form. But under one strict condition, Rea, absolutely no shooting your classmates."

It took a fingerprint ID, eye scan, and a twelve-digit code to breach, but she quickly found out why. "Holy shit!" she murmured as she walked in. The damn vault was easily 50 feet long, 15 feet wide, and lined with weapons ranging from throwing stars to rocket launchers. "This is SO illegal!" she said, running her hands over a high-powered sniper rifle with a scope she'd never even seen before. "What the hell are these?" she asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Desert Eagle 50s but with some kind of banana clip. "Just what they look like," Reaper said lovingly, staring at the guns. "I know someone who works with the manufacturer, and he made us a special set. Single shot for most bad

Chapter 134: Beneath the Mountain The reinforced steel door loomed in front of them, tall and featureless except for a single biometric scanner embedded into the frame. Sophia stared at it, knowing full well this wasn’t going to be simple. Nothing about The Vault was. “Elise, cover me,” she said quietly, lowering her backpack and pulling out the device Grace had given her before they left Washington—a military-grade signal replicator. “Copy,” Elise murmured, sweeping the tunnel with her weapon, checking angles, her focus absolute.

The Reapers were coming for the final harvest, their black tactical gear making them look like spiders dropping from a web. ​"Let them come," Malakai growled. He didn't head for the roof access door. Instead, he moved toward a stack of industrial crates marked for the hotel’s ongoing penthouse renovations. He kicked a pallet aside, revealing a heavy, military-grade briefcase. He didn't open it; he smashed the digital lock with the butt of his gun and ripped the lid back. ​Inside wasn't another gun. It was a localized EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) generator—a prototype he must have diverted from a Council shipment years ago.

The wood was polished, the iron barrel cold and smelling strongly of sulfur and burnt powder. The system-builder turned it over in his hands, his analytical mind instantly dissecting the firing mechanism, the flint, the flash pan. "They are not gods," Cord said quietly, looking down the sights of the weapon. "They are just men who figured out how to harness a spark." He looked up at Elias, and then at me. "I can replicate this," Cord said. "With the foundries in Iron Crest, I can build a thousand of these." I looked at the brutal, unfeeling weapon in Cord’s hands.

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."

I turned back and winked at Faceless when I got to the door but he just gave me a straight face. … I was taken to their arsenal and I was marveled. There were different types of weapons arranged neatly on the shelves and some were hung on the walls. There are different roles, with each role having the same type of weapon. I whistled loudly when I spot the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle, just the perfect weapon I need. I wanted to touch it, but the guards told me I should go change my clothes first. They gave me the armoured SWAT like uniform they have on, mine has an holster attached directly to the back and it’s long enough to hold a shotgun. Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol.

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”