The Rise Of A Porter Chapter 98
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A lone armored golem stood in the middle of the workshop, while around 50 or so automatons that were previously working on different assignments, were on stand by and stood in neat rows around the perimeter the room.
Arnold was standing in front of the golem, wearing the full set of his gears. During his time in Brazil, he had learnt various forms of martial arts, like Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Luta Livre, Huka-huka, Kombato and Tarracá¹. He was by no means an expert in any of these forms, as it was impossible for anyone to master such a variety of martial arts forms in just a year or two.
It didn't mattered whether one was a normal human being or a high leveled warrior, no one could ever learn so many forms in a single year, even so, he was confident about his skills. He was a warrior and in no way, was he a weak one at that specially now that his physical abilities were further enhanced due to the effect of his new gears. He doubted that even Nathan would be able to win against him in a test of strength anymore. But right now, it wasn't Nathan who was in front of him, it was Panzer.
"I'm going all out. You don't have to do anything, it's just a... little heads up." Arnold told Panzer and took his stance.
He let out a couple of breaths before kicking off the ground and aimed for Panzer's chest plate. As the full force of his body entered his hands, he slammed his right fist into Panzer's rocky chest.
KA-BOOM!
Sound of a single explosive fist echoed inside the workshop as Panzer went flying towards the opposite wall of the workshop. Thankfully, Arnold already expected such outcome and thus had instructed his automatons in advance to move everything from there. But still the output of his equipments was just... too much.
As the dust settled down inside the room, Arnold quickly made his way over to the fallen golem, he was relieved to see that the Berserker's armor, only had a big dent in the center of it but overall it was still in a good condition, sadly the same couldn't be said for the golem, as it was now replaced by a pile of rubble.
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Your summon(s) :
Panzer has been destroyed.
TIME TO RESURRECT : 2 Hours.
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"This thing is... AWESOME!" Arnold jumped up after paying respect to his fallen summon. Then a message flashed before his eyes.
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Would you like to name your creation?
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"Yes." Arnold already had a name in his mind which would be perfect for the gloves, he softly mumbled the name of his new weapon.
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Naming successful.
[VRITRA'S FURY] blueprint has been added.
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Arnold decided to name the gloves after the being, whose hide and bones were used to make it, he also named it so because, Vritra, the Wyvern was the greatest foe he had ever faced and overcame. He thought of it as a homage to the Queen of Wyverns. Pretty ironic.
After all that, he quickly returned Panzer's armour back to the void and ordered the automatons to clean the room before going back to work.
While the automatons were working, Arnold opened up the quest tab to check the process of his creationist sub quest.
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• SUPREME CREATIONIST :
[ INTRODUCTION ] : Your arsenal of weapons might be enough for now, but in future they'll become useless and so will you.
[ TASK ] : Upgrade your existing weapons and build new ones and arm your helpers.
[ PROGRESS ] :
1/3 Gears repaired.
0/1 S grade weapon created.
0/1 Relics created.
1/250 Gear made.
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"As I thought. Since I didn't make the cloak from the scratch, it's still showing that I haven't made a S grade gear yet..."
Arnold had hoped that maybe the repaired equipment would count as 'created' equipments but sadly that wasn't the case. It looked like the system wanted him to actually had to make a weapon or a piece of equipment from the start, without using any base equipment.
"Time for the second experiment then."
With a single snap of his fingers, he had the attention of the automatons, "Start assembling the guns."
"Yes, master!" The automatons replied in their usual emotionless voice and started working furiously, while Arnold concentrated on the quest counter that was in front of him.
When it came to efficient teamwork, no one could beat his force of automatons. That's the reason, Arnold always entrusted them with the jobs that required perfection and so far not even once had Arnold been disappointed by their work. They were fast and efficient, and that's exactly what Arnold needed right now.
The automatons lined up against a large table, in which the different gun parts were laid out. One of the automatons started the process by attaching the rear sight and front sight of the gun, to the barrel passing it to the automaton next to it, the second automaton installed the slide, hammer and the safety trigger on the barrel and passed it on. The same process continued till the gun was handed over to the automaton that was last in the line. It was Talos. Talos' job was the simplest yet it was the most important one. That was, to check whether the guns were functioning properly or not and while he was at it, he had to ensure that the quality of the weapon was up to the mark.
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Although this was a tedious task for humans and consumed a lot of time, for Arnold's automatons it was a piece of cake to do so. While the average time taken by a human to assemble a semiautomatic pistol was around 10 to 20 minutes, Arnold's automatons could assemble a similar type of handgun in about 4 to 5 minutes. It wasn't Arnold, who had taught them how to do it, they learnt it themselves from, you guessed it right, watching YouTube videos. Ah... the golden age of internet, one could learn anything and everything from the internet if he or she knew exactly where to look for it.
But Arnold wasn't interested in their assembling speed, his eyes were focused on the counter of his objective.
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1/250 Gear made.
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"..." Arnold patiently waited for his automatons to finish assembling the first gun.
As soon as the clock hit the five minute mark, Talos, after thoroughly checking the gun, placed the weapon in front of his master. But Arnold didn't even bother to look at it as he was looking at something else.
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2/250 Gear made
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"YES!" Arnold threw a punch in the air, "It worked! It f*cking worked!"
Today was indeed his lucky day. After all, he found it something very useful. It was none other than the fact that as long as he played a part during making the weapon, regardless of how small his part was, even if he didn't finish making the weapon himself, It still counted towards his goal, as long as his automatons successfully made a functioning weapon.
He immediately ordered the automatons to work faster and soon the counter of the quest started increasing at an incredible rate. This saved a lot of Arnold's time. The time he could use to focus on increasing his own battle prowess.
"I wonder what I should make next?" Arnold mumbled, "Maybe a long ranged weapon. Something that can take out a group of monsters in a single blow... a shotgun would have that power to do so but it'll be a short ranged weapon... no. Making a shotgun would be a waste of time. I could try make a sniper instead but then again it would be troublesome to use inside a dungeon and I wouldn't be able to take out multiple targets by using it either... wait a minute. I could make something which I can throw at my target, like a grenade or something. That way I'll have the range as well as the ability to take down several targets at once!"
With this thought, his mind was filled with different ideas, such as freezing grenades something that would freeze it's surroundings upon explosion and maybe something like fiery grenade that would fry his enemies like french fries and just like his other weapons, making these grenades would also serve a secondary purpose as well, and that would be to save his mana. Since he would be preparing the grenades in advance, mana that would be used to create them would slowly regenerate on its own and hence his mana reserves won't get effected by using them during a battle.
"Yes, that's the only thing I can do for now."
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1. A brief description about the martial arts forms that were mentioned above :
• Brazilian jiu-jitsu, a martial art, combat sport, and a self-defense system that focuses on grappling and especially ground fighting.
•Vale tudo (English: anything goes) are full-contact unarmed combat events, with a limited number of rules, that became popular in Brazil during the 20th century, later begin an influence to the development of mix martial arts.
•Luta Livre, a self-defense martial-art mixture of Catch Wrestling and Judo, divided between Esportivo (Sports) and Vale Tudo (Anything goes) styles.
•Huka-huka, a form of indigenous folk wrestling practiced by the Yawalapiti people.
•Kombato, a self-defense Military Martial Art created for the Brazilian Armed Forces (Mainly used by the Brazilian Navy and Brazilian Marine Corps) and for bodyguards.
•Tarracá, a form of folk wrestling from the Brazilian northeast region.
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