Cursed Immortality-Novel

Jacob, as a fellow Professionalist, could easily feel Rita's frustration and hidden resentment toward her own incapability of not to be able to make her creation reach its full potential.

But he also looked down on her because of that exact reason, because it was also quite clear she had given up on it and had lost her vision as a true Gunsmith.

As someone who had devoted his life to perfecting the Killing Weapons and never stopped moving forward no matter what kind of problem he encountered, he abhorred those who just gave up too easily.

At least, he had this kind of mentality when it came to Gunsmithing. It was his obsession that never left him, even after he was reborn. He still wanted to improve it further and try numerous ideas, which he couldn't because of the technological difference between his world and this one.

Furthermore, now he was doing it for himself, not for others or for wealth, but just for himself, which gave him even more motivation. The Titan Sniper Rifle was a small proof of it.

Rita's matter was not even worth contemplating over for him, and this test was nothing but walk in part.

He coolly asked, "Where will I find Type-1 materials?"

Rita didn't hesitate and said, "Just list out what you need, and we will provide it for you. As long as you can pass the test, I will bear all the costs of those materials."

Jacob's lips curled up as he said something in an extremely low voice that could only be heard by Rita, and those old men won't notice a thing.

Rita's eyes suddenly winded in disbelief when she heard those words and looked at him with squinted eyes as her glossy lips moved, but there was no voice.

Jacob easily read what she was saying and replied in the same low pitch.

Rita's eyes were filled with disbelief and somewhat doubtful, but she still decided to gamble it as she merely nodded before she spoke, "Write down what you need."

Jacob didn't delay, and a projection formed over his wrist, and he wrote what he needed on that projection screen of the star watch.

Rita instantly remembered everything before she told him to close the projection.

Those old men were all clueless as they only watched silently with great interest since they could tell Rita was being unnaturally cooperative toward this new guy after he voiced out the problem with the Silver Killer.

Boone spoke in a low voice, "Do you think he will blow up this place like Lady Rita?"

Lawrence snorted disdainfully, "You're thinking of him too highly. I think it was just a fluke, nothing else. He'll fail and humiliate himself. Do you think the standard of Type-1 is so easy to reach?"

pαпdα`noνɐ1`сoМ Otto also nodded with this peculiar smile on his beard face, "This youngster is promising, no doubt there. But his knowledge seemed to be flawed.

"He was taking Type-1 (Basic, Intermediate, and Advance) akin to Rare Rank (Basic, Intermediate, and Advance). However, he didn't know only the Basic Type-1 Rank is equivalent to Rare Rank (Basic, Intermediate, and Advance).

"While the Intermediate Type-1 fell into the category of Extraordinary Rank (Basic and Intermediate) and the Advance Type-1 Rank is for Advance Extraordinary Rank.

"That's why we used Type Ranks rather than these typical strength ranks in the guild, and only to raise prices, we rank the items with these Strength Ranks."

Bart nodded in agreement, "Only the Type Ranks are the correct measurements for knowledge, materials, treasures, and such. At the same time, the ranks for Strength are totally different things.

"The three hegemonies deliberately do not let this common knowledge spread to the common public because this is bad for business, and the Rare Plains are not under their entire control as well because of those so-called freedom lords.

"As for this brat, he still has a lot to learn. Let it be a learning experience for him. The Dark City is the biggest opportunity he could have. He might draw Lord Braylon's attention and earn Permanent Member just like that cunning brat in the Light Nation."

Otto couldn't help but smile mysteriously at Brat when he heard it and chuckled, "You guys have no idea what is going on in the Freedom Plains, do you?"

"Why would we have to pay attention to that barren place? We didn't pay such a steep price to come in this just to keep an eye on it." Lawrence snorted with a hint of hatred.

"But we do know about the commotion and war going on there right now, and it seems the livings are in huge trouble this time. But that had nothing to do with us since we live in this place, and the dark city in the freedom plains has already withdrawn as well. So, what's your point in bringing freedom plains up?" Bart narrowed his eyes as he looked at Otto.

Otto coolly said, "Nothing much. I was just wondering if those permanent members of each branch will come to the dark city as well. Despite our long years of service, we were never able to become permanent members. I was just envious of the little guy who will rise above us all soon."

No one refuted this since they knew the criteria for becoming a permanent member of the Alchemy Guild was even harsher than the Zodiac Warrior Alliance. Because I Alchemy Guild, the only thing that mattered was complex skills while in the Alliance; strength.

That's why even these Senior Grandmasters didn't have the luxury to enter the main guild despite their lofty statuses in Rare Plains.

Only Braylon has a Permanent Member status among all the Senior Grandmasters, and he was very close to leaving the Rare Plains as well. Seeing Jacob was like seeing another Braylon, and Jacob was even more brilliant than Braylon when he was Jacob's age.

While these old men were discussing in extremely low voices, which couldn't be heard by anyone, not even Rita, they had no idea every last bit of word was clearly heard by someone else, like he was a part of their conversation.

Jacob dismissively glanced at those old men, especially Otto, and his lips curled into a cold smile, 'Interesting!'