John Wang's POV
March 18, 20xx — 04:58 AM
Longwan University — East Sector, Upper Courtyard
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–Click–
When I flicked my wrist, the red-hot chambers on my gauntlets hissed softly. Smoke curled out.
Nothing came out.
"…Hmm?"
I paused, blinking once.
'What happened?'
A blue screen appeared in the corner of my vision, cool and indifferent.
[Remaining Shell Count: 0]
[Auto-Reload in 10 seconds]
[Shell Stockpile Depleted]
[Please Replenish]
"…Shit."
I hadn't noticed how many I'd burned through. I shot eight shells every ten seconds. The last ten seconds had blurred into a mess of limbs, blood, and shattered bones.
The weight in my arms didn't change.
The gauntlets were still warm, still humming with Earth Qi. But there was no surge, no satisfying chamber-fire from the shotgun cores.
