THE SSS-RANKED TAMING VILLAIN SKILL-Chapter 32: Craft a colt : Prototype 001

Aelion expected to obtain at most a job rather than a title, because very often, in fantasy systems, titles were only obtained at the heart of an extreme trial and a rather high meritocracy.

Maybe recreating a weapon from another world was an incredible achievement that had allowed him to get it. However, it still seemed exaggerated to him, because he wasn’t even the one who had forged the weapon — it was UGAEL. He had only helped.

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TITLE: Bearer of otherworldly knowledge

Description

You possess the memory, logic, knowledge, and technological paradigms of an external world.

The system automatically adapts your knowledge so that it is compatible with the physical and magical laws of the current world.

Effects

➤ [Passive] Perfect Technical Memory

• You automatically retain all schematics, tools, machines, materials, and mechanisms you knew in your previous life.

• Impossible for you to forget any technological concept.

➤ [Passive] Intuitive Engineering (Level 1)

• Your brain immediately restructures your knowledge so that it can work with local materials.

➤ [Passive] Transdimensional Creativity

• +50% analysis and creation speed when dealing with technical or artistic objects.

• Genius bonus: you naturally find solutions local craftsmen wouldn’t imagine.

➤ [Hidden Bonus] Conceptual Vision

• Allows you to mentally visualize an object or mechanism in 3D.

• Allows you to instantly spot flaws, limits, or possible improvements.

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Holy fuck, I understand why transmigrators in fantasy are so overpowered.

Analyzing the effects of the title, he finally understood why and how he had been able to acquire it, because it was more focused on design and all the work he had started two weeks ago. The prototype had just finalized his project.

Standing with his expression fixed on the system interface, he didn’t notice when UGAEL approached him with a silver tray on which the colt and the ammunition were placed.

"Is something bothering you, Master Aelion?" asked the automaton, slightly confused.

"Huh? What? Oh nothing," he replied, taken by surprise.

"If you are tired, you may rest; we will proceed with the test tomorrow," she said.

"No, I was just a bit too distracted... let’s go to the training room."

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Back in the training room, Aelion grabbed the weapon they had just created. For now, it had nothing aesthetic; he had made it that way on purpose to identify flaws. The weapon was rather heavy, its grip seemed difficult, but it would only be a matter of time.

With his fingers, he slid the cylinder sideways and six rotating slots revealed themselves: the ammunition chambers, which he filled without waiting. Then the weapon’s information reached him.

[Colt Python Prototype – Model 0001]

Name: Colt Primitive-Handgun (Prototype 0001)

Type: Ranged Weapon (Primitive Firearm)

Rarity: Common (can evolve)

Creator: UGAEL × Aelion Draveth

Required profession: Conceptualist-Blacksmith (Lv. 1+)/Blacksmith

Status: Functional but unstable

Description

First model of a projectile weapon propelled by controlled explosion.

Designed thanks to foreign knowledge and crafted with local materials.

The structure relies on a rotating cylinder and a reinforced barrel.

Stats

Damage: 15–27 (piercing)

Effective range: 10–15 m

Accuracy: Low (experimental weapon)

Fire rate: Slow — 6 shots before reloading

Aelion was surprised but also very disappointed, because UGAEL had told him that everything she crafted could not be below rare level. So why was the current colt common, even if it had the potential to evolve? He asked her the question directly.

"In theory, it’s possible, I can do it; however, there are conditions: the quality of the materials and that I forge the weapon."

"So you’re saying that the fact that I helped with the construction downgraded the weapon’s level?" he asked, curious.

UGAEL nodded in response.

I see.

In front of the training dummies, Aelion positioned himself and aimed the colt. The first shot went off violently, leaving a loud and sharp noise echoing in the room, and without realizing it, he injured himself.

Aelion had underestimated the recoil and stability of the weapon; the shock from the propulsion of the bullet from the cylinder to the barrel tore his skin. Despite the apparent pain reflected on his face, he did not stop until all six bullets were fired.

Seraphina, alerted by the unfamiliar and unusual noise, rushed to the place only to discover Aelion’s hand covered in blood, his fingers burned.

"Can I know what’s going on here? What was that noise?" asked the vampire, bewildered.

"Nothing serious, just the little jewel I’ve been working on for weeks," Aelion declared with a smile, bringing the smoking barrel of the weapon to his mouth and blowing on it.

She was rather surprised that he had succeeded in what he planned; it wasn’t a lie — the final form of what she had seen in his plans was now in his hands, marked by the first test.

"I can see that... Aelion, I think you’d better go rest, these last weeks have been exhausting," said the young woman, more serious than ever.

There was a problem she kept thinking about: the repeated treatments she had forced on Aelion. His appearance no longer had anything radiant. His black and golden hair was dirty, his eyes tired and heavy, his eyelids dark. His smile even seemed more forced and a bit unhealthy.

When Seraphina stared insistently at the state of his hand, he did not seem to care nor even feel the pain.

Maybe I went too far.

Between his learning of runes, his books, and the extreme training she had imposed, his mental state was not at its best.

"No, I can’t yet, there are adjustments to make," Aelion protested under Seraphina’s fierce gaze.

"GO REST," she insisted, raising her voice.

Aelion didn’t resist and raised both hands in surrender, placing the prototype on the tray UGAEL presented to him, then went to rest. The automaton bowed before Seraphina, then returned to the forge.

To prevent him from clinging to his books once in his room, the vampiress accompanied him there and stayed until he fell asleep. And even after entering the world of dreams, he kept mumbling about runes and his incomplete weapon.

Seraphina sighed heavily as she watched him, then returned to her own room where she sat cross-legged and meditated. Aside from cooking, it was one of her new habits that helped her calm down and clear her mind.

During the past weeks, she had listened to Aelion’s advice and tried to find out why she felt the way she did — and why she felt possessive toward him. Nothing concrete had surfaced; all she knew was that it probably wasn’t love.

Just a moment of madness and novelty she wanted to enjoy, like a child with a toy. However, would she allow her toy to break before she got bored of it? Never.

"I really wonder if he’s doing all this to help me? And why is he helping me in the first place? He told me he was doing it because he wanted to, but is it worth going that far? I taught him magic in exchange, but... is his help really worth it?"

Why does it bother you so much? For once you have a minion who joined you voluntarily — do what you always do: use him and then throw him away...

"Shut up," Seraphina snapped, irritated.

Sometimes during meditation, she experienced intrusions — a voice, her own voice. Hearing herself speak in that tone was unpleasant, yet that’s how she usually spoke and reflected.

But having stayed here for several weeks, she had changed a bit more; however, was it for the better? She didn’t think so, because it could affect her future actions. There would be no turning back once she left here: she would disappear, regain her strength, and defeat the group of heroes.

When the gods noticed what had happened to their heroes, she would face their emissaries before obliterating them all. For one reason or another, her thoughts still drifted toward Aelion. Anyway, he would only be here for a short time.

"I should tell him to slow down a bit, since he claims he’s doing all this to help me."

I didn’t know you had a heart to care for others... in the past, you would have already killed him and used his blood to strengthen yourself.

"Don’t forget that I need him to get out of here."

Bored, she got up and walked around the manor, passing by the office where Aelion had spent most of his time. The books were messy, papers everywhere, and runes carved into the floor with dried black blood. Seeing this annoyed her even more — he didn’t need to push himself this hard. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She stopped at the weapon plans, which had always managed to catch her attention. The weapons were far too sophisticated and advanced to come from Accnessea. Passing through the forge and the training room, she examined the marks left by him and by the weapon itself.

All of this strengthened her belief that he wasn’t from her world. Additionally, he had mentioned that he had died of natural causes and come back to life in the manor. Yet when she had died, although she returned weak, no one had ever regained their appearance from before death.

Didn’t that mean he was lying? Because normally, if he came back, his appearance should have been more mature and older, unless he had been brought back to a previous state.

However, Seraphina felt she was missing something. Nothing happened without reason: the manor belonged to him, yet he said he had been resurrected there. So who had enough strength and power to accomplish such a miracle?

Her teeth clenched at the realization.

"The gods..."