Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

For firearms enthusiasts, waking up early in the morning because of the sound of bullets hitting objects can actually be an interesting experience.

But Wang Xiaole was not one of those enthusiasts, so when he reluctantly opened his eyes due to the continuous noise, his mood was definitely not good.

"If I were still in my previous home, I could at least complain to the property management..."

The problem with another world is that when facing issues like noise, one can only solve them by themselves or with their own hands.

After sitting up on the bed, the first thing Wang Xiaole did was not stretch his waist, but rather, he cracked his fingers in the palms of his hands as he clasped them together.

"Taking action isn't the best way to solve a problem, but it definitely is the fastest way!"

This was the advice given to him by a classmate with the surname Chen;

Even though he couldn't see eye to eye with the classmate on how to treat his little sister, he definitely agreed with this statement.

"Let me see who the unscrupulous person disturbing the peace so early in the morning is."

After putting on his clothes, he walked to the window and looked outside through the spotless glass.

The darkness at the edge of the sky had faded, the faint blue becoming increasingly prominent, and the not-so-dense clouds were now quite clear.

Whether it was going to rain didn't matter, as long as the air was free of smog, he had nothing to complain about.

The consistently good air quality in this world had turned what was once common fog and haze in the Eastern Kingdom into a rare phenomenon, undoubtedly one of the greatest advantages of this other world.

It was weather like this, with the light just breaking through, that was most suitable for practice!

Night early snow had woken up half an hour earlier than usual, showing no interest in beauty sleep. She didn't particularly mind the challenge of waking up early.

After getting up, the first thing she did was check to see if her clothes were messy and if her face had any sticky white liquid on it.

Once all these worries were dispelled, she changed her clothes and walked out of the room, heading downstairs to the makeshift shooting range.

This was a space converted from inside the inn, with nothing else except the targets used for shooting;

Fortunately, its previous form was an outdoor space, so if she wanted, she could practice with moving targets at any time.

There were people on the mainland who specialized in archery, and in some ways, Night Early Snow was quite similar to them, both emphasizing the effectiveness of long-range attacks;

The main difference between her and archers lay in one point:

While others relied on arrows for shooting, she relied on bullets.

The gun-like weapons she wielded were called "magic guns" by most people.

This naming didn't mean that these weapons had any connection to the demonic races or were driven by magic.

On this side of the Eastern Continent, anything different from the mainstream was sometimes labeled with words like "evil" or "magic," hence the name "magic guns."

In an era where magic had reached a mature stage of development, few people valued firearms.

Firstly, firearms were not suitable for close combat, secondly, they required aiming before firing, and finally, their range and power were not as effective as large-scale magic.

Unlike the Gatling guns with blue flames popping out, expecting to fire dozens of shots per second, these basic magic guns could only shoot one round per second, with destructive power equivalent to a small fireball.

For some experts in archery, they could release several arrows in one go, and if combined with a crossbow mechanism, their killing power was simply devastating.

Due to the aforementioned shortcomings, magic guns were not widely popular on the Western Continent, and though there was one stored in the Dibiles Royal Collection, its purpose was purely ornamental;

Even on the Eastern Continent, there weren't many monarchs willing to spend a large sum of money to acquire magic guns;

If there was a large-scale deployment, aside from the "Flame Attack Knights of Inran," there was no other army, from soldiers to generals, that generally used magic guns.

In the Eastern Continent, those who highly valued magic guns and were most proficient in them were now under Wang Xiaole's watchful eyes, ensuring that their shooting skills were not rusty by practicing on fixed targets.

Being someone who had never seen someone playing with guns before, Wang Xiaole couldn't help but abandon his protest over the earlier noise and hurriedly went downstairs, rushing towards the shooting range.

When he arrived, Night Early Snow had just finished her practice for the day;

The girl had just set down her gun when she noticed his curious expression.

"I thought the little thief was going to go back to sleep, why did you wake up so 'early'?"

Night Early Snow's tone was a mix of sarcasm and annoyance, still upset about being forced under the bed last night.

She was unaware of the fact that someone took care of her last night.

Being a restless sleeper, she unconsciously kicked off the blanket in the middle of the night, and in the morning, seeing the blanket rolling near her, she thought the person in bed had pushed it off.

Wang Xiaole's experience taught people:

When doing something good, you must let the other person know, especially if the person is a girl!

"If it's not a fixed target, can you still hit it?"

Looking at the targets that had been shot into honeycomb-like shapes at their centers, Wang Xiaole's curiosity was piqued.

"Sis, shooting at moving targets is not difficult."

"Really?"

"I'll prove it to you."

Night Early Snow already had a poor impression of the person in front of her;

But once it came to magic guns, she would show an attitude of absolute dedication, not allowing any doubts to surface.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to give an account to her younger self who diligently practiced marksmanship during her childhood.

With the sound of a bird chirping in the sky, her hand holding the magic gun rose slightly, the gray muzzle aligning with a spot as it moved upward.

Watching like an audience member, Wang Xiaole noticed:

Two unfortunate birds happened to be "passing by" in the sky, with the weaker one positioned above the plumper one.

If Wang Xiaole were Night Early Snow, he would likely aim at the plump bird, as it was larger and easier to target at that angle.

Holy energy infused the interior of the magic gun, replenishing the bullets in the magazine. As long as the user's strength was not completely exhausted, there would never be a shortage of ammunition.

"Today's breakfast will be decided by you!"

With a "click," Night Early Snow pulled the trigger.

A bullet was immediately shot out, turning into a tiny black spot that was no longer visible in the distance, bringing death to the soaring bird.

Thunk!

One bird was hit and began to descend.

It was the thin bird that had been struck, and while Wang Xiaole admired this, he didn't show any surprise.

No matter which bird was hit, Night Early Snow's shooting skills seen by him remained equally impressive, as both were moving targets.

But then he was genuinely astonished!

In the next moment, the startled plump bird, upon hearing the gunshot, quickly flapped its wings, changing its flight path.

Before it could fly far, the bullet that had just pierced through the thin bird suddenly changed direction after hitting the first target, heading towards the second target below.

Thunk!

As the thin bird landed, the plump bird also dropped from the sky;

Soon, these two "unlikely brothers" fell to the ground, sealing their fate of becoming breakfast.

Now, Night Early Snow holstered her magic gun and looked towards Wang Xiaole, her face showing a proud expression.

He didn't notice her smug look, his mind occupied by the events that had just taken place.

Did the bullets have tracking capabilities?

No, that couldn't be possible.

If so, why did Night Early Snow need to aim?

But if it was just a normal bullet, how could it hit different targets in separate directions?

Just as he was trying to figure out the reason, Night Early Snow casually explained:

"The bullets I shoot have a special feature, which allows them to change trajectory once based on the shooter's will before firing."

In other words:

The bullet that had just been shot was actually influenced by Night Early Snow's intention, making a sudden turn to hit the plump bird.

After understanding this, Wang Xiaole was even more surprised:

The girl explained it very clearly:

"Based on the shooter's will before shooting," meaning once the bullet was fired, she couldn't influence its trajectory based on personal thoughts.

But even with this limitation, both birds had been hit one after the other, proving:

Night Early Snow had already predicted what would happen to the plump bird's flight path just before she shot the thin bird.

In other words:

Before firing, Night Early Snow had simultaneously foreseen the different flight paths of the two birds!

"Sharpshooter, truly a sharpshooter..."

"Of course, I'm the number one in the Eastern Continent!"

In fact, Night Early Snow's emotions were quite easy to read; she often wore her heart on her sleeve.

Right now, her smugness was palpable, almost audible laughter away.

With the marksmanship demonstration done, she had to put in some effort for today's breakfast.

She preferred to cook her own food instead of having someone serve her, enjoying the fruits of her labor alone.

However, with only two birds as ingredients, Wang Xiaole couldn't help but suggest:

"Let's each have one, what do you think, sis?"

She had finally, finally waited for this moment!

Ever since she was kicked out of bed, Night Early Snow had been holding a grudge against the floor; she was waiting for an opportunity to seek revenge.

Back then, she never would've thought that the chance for vengeance would come so soon.

"No way, why should I share with others what belongs to me? They're both mine!"

Wang Xiaole's request wasn't unreasonable; he wasn't asking her to split the prepared food in half but to divide the ingredients in half and then roast his own bird to eat.

Even with such a normal request, Night Early Snow wasn't willing to comply.

"You're capable! I'll go find something to eat in the kitchen myself, while you chomp down on both birds and turn yourself into a ball!"

With a "hmph," Wang Xiaole left the shooting range without looking back.

"Why did you treat me like that last night? When I was cold in the middle of the night, you didn't even give me a blanket," she mumbled to herself after the person walked away.

Once the person had gone far, Night Early Snow began to complain to herself.

After venting her frustrations, she took out a scroll she carried with her and used a fire-based magic tool, relying on the power of the scroll to roast the two poor birds.

As she couldn't gather elemental energy by herself, she utilized the power of the magic scroll whenever she was in need of elements.

After a while, the two birds were cooked, emitting an enticing aroma.

"After grilling them, adding some seasoning, I've always liked to add a bit of pepper."

No one would carry pepper with them, so after skewering the grilled birds with two sticks, she decided to make a trip to the kitchen.

She intended to enjoy one of them after spicing it up.

However, by doing so, she might not be able to finish the other bird.

Her appetite could not match Freya's, capturing the two birds was simply to prove her marksmanship and not to eat both in one go.

"Tsk, just feed the little thief the other one. If it wasn't for my inability to eat so much, how could a sleazebag like him get away with it?" With the thought of "charity" in mind, Ye Chuxue briskly walked towards the kitchen.