Inhuman Warlock

Chapter 393 - 393: Man Of Culture

Chapter 393 - 393: Man Of Culture

"If they leave within two to four minutes, they would be extremely sleepy after another minute, but they can still force themselves to stay up; it’ll just be hard."

" In any case, all effects start after five minutes so that they won’t be suspicious."

"As for its range, it’s three meters from the point of impact," he added.

"I want to test it again, on real people," Lucifer declared.

"I understand that. You can test it on others after you leave. All of these things are for you anyway. These will go with you," Kane explained. "But first, let’s finish the briefing?"

Lucifer nodded. "What’s next?"

He looked around, but there seemed to be nothing else here. Only these three things were here.

"There’s no next. At the moment, we only have these three finished products," Kane responded.

"Then we’re done here?"

"Not yet. I mean, that gun does have more functions. I only told you about its first function," Kane explained, smiling wryly. "There’s one more function of it that I didn’t talk about."

"What other function is there?’ Lucifer asked.

"You remember I told you about those crystal orbs that are charged by your cloak?"

"This gun is a bit similar to it. It can also get charged inside your cloak and absorb energy from it," Kane explained.

"After absorbing the energy, it can compress that energy to form a special kind of bullets within the gun. Let me show you how it’s done," he added, taking the gun from Lucifer.

He took out the magazine from the gun and picked a different magazine from the table, which was red in color.

He inserted the red magazine inside the gun.

"This black magazine has sleeping bullets. As for this red magazine, it’s completely empty, but it’s an important mechanism if you want to use the second feature of the gun," he said before tossing the gun towards Lucifer again.

"Keep the gun in your pocket and let it charge. A bullet will get formed within ten minutes inside that red magazine."

"That magazine has a capacity of only one bullet. So you can’t consecutively fire from it, but that one time should be enough," he added, smiling.

"Here, keep this magazine too for the future. This one has a limit of twenty bullets. It only has nineteen now."

Lucifer kept the gun in his pocket. He also kept the black magazine in his pocket.

"Here, this box contains a set of fifty of those sleeping bullets. Carry them with you too." Kane gave another small box that was as big as a phone and just as thick.

"Sleeping bullets aren’t formed out of thin air, unlike the one in the red magazine, but still, seventy of them should be enough for you," he added.

"Sixty-nine," Lucifer replied, keeping the small box in his pocket.

"Huh?" Kane grew stunned, hearing Lucifer. "I didn’t know you were a man of culture as well."

"I meant sixty-nine bullets, not seventy. I already used one from the black magazine that carried twenty of them. The box has fifty more. It’s sixty-nine bullets that should be enough, not seventy," Lucifer lazily replied.

"Ah, you meant like that! I thought...."

"You don’t need to explain. I can easily guess what you thought," Lucifer let out, stopping Kane. "Is there any other function too?"

"There are a few, but nothing major. Like this gun is undetectable, no matter what scanner it goes through. Even metal detectors can’t detect it. Just minor stuff," Kane replied.

"Shall we leave then?" Lucifer asked, walking over to the middle table.

He picked up the small booklet and kept that in his pocket too. He wanted to know more about the sunglasses later.

He left the room with Kane. The room once again closed after everyone left.

"Joan, Qia, wait outside for me," Lucifer told the two Warlocks that were his escorts inside the facility.

Joan and Qia left the lab without asking questions.

After the two left, Lucifer brought his gun out of his pocket. He removed the red magazine and inserted the black one again while standing at the exit.

"Wait, are you going to test that here?" Kane asked, stunned.

"What better place? All of you can take a nap for an hour. It’ll be good for your health too." Lucifer replied, pulling the trigger, aiming the gun towards the floor.

After firing, he closed the door to see the effect of the bullet himself.

Since it was just a sleeping gas and not a poison, there was no risk for the scientists either, so it was the best place to test for him.

Time kept passing, but he didn’t see anything. Just as he was told, the gas was completely invisible.

In fact, he wasn’t even able to smell anything which was good. If a person could smell, they could know that something was wrong and run away.

The gas filled the room, which was closed. Most of the scientists looked at Lucifer, shaking their heads.

They couldn’t believe he was literally testing their invention on them, but they weren’t angry either. It was a sleeping gas only.

No one even tried to run.

More time passed, and Lucifer noticed the eyes of the Scientists closing. They all sat on the ground, feeling sleepy.

"Maybe we really do need that sleep," Kane muttered, closing his eyes. He fell asleep.

Lucifer stepped closer to Kane and tried shaking him, but he didn’t wake up.

’Not bad. I think this can come in handy. If I had this before, I could have had such an easy time putting Alicia to sleep in Kensington instead of making her lose consciousness.’ he thought, removing the black magazine again.

"That leaves sixty-eight," he muttered, keeping the black magazine in his inner cloak pocket.

He brought the red magazine out and inserted it in the gun before keeping it back in his inner pocket so it could charge.

Opening the door, he stepped out of the lab.

"Where do you want to go next?" Joan asked Lucifer.

"Predictor’s room. I came especially for him after all," Lucifer responded.

"Please follow us," Joan said, escorting Lucifer to the lift.

The lift at the Uprising base was big enough to fit at least a hundred people. It looked less like a lift and more like a small hall. As it was occupied by only three people, it looked fairly empty.

As the lift stopped, Lucifer stepped out of it after Joan and Qia.

"This floor, why is it so dark?" Lucifer asked, curious. This place was so dark that even he couldn’t see anything.

He decided to use his newly acquired cloak this time. He drew a shape on the chest part of his cloak with his fingers.