Putting aside magical battles, let’s just judge from the perspective of my personal combat ability, if I were asked to fight with the "professional" soldiers with cold weapons, I would probably not have a high winning rate. After all, on the battlefield on the earth, there are only a few special combat knives or survival tools. The last time I used a dagger was a jungle battle more than two years ago. My only record was to use a dagger to pry open a can and cut out a toothpick.

"This world is not as safe as I thought..."

"This is also a helpless thing. All intelligent creatures in this universe cannot avoid disputes, even us."

Sevena's words revealed a strange atmosphere. I could not imagine the war between the gods, and it would definitely not be like the ones in mythological movies that beat each other with all kinds of strange weapons. However, when it comes to "weapons", I think of a good way to deal with cold weapons.

"Can I bring my weapons over?"

"sure."

"No, I mean...a gun."

"Why not? Actually, I originally planned to let you do this. Don't you have a considerable number of weapons in your home? You can take them all over."

I was really excited at the beginning of the period when I heard such an answer. Perhaps guns were not as good as magic, but at least they had too many advantages when fighting cold weapons. I was very confident that I could defeat a team of 100 people using cold weapons under fully armed and ammunition. But after being excited, I felt a little worried. If there was a gun, what should I do if I had ammunition? There was a whole box of rockets in the grenade, mines, grenades, mortars and even the arsenal. These things were used up but I couldn't replenish them. What would I use to fight against the soldiers wielding sharp swords and heavy hammers?

Moreover, I don’t think life would be so smooth. At first I thought about choosing to find a remote place to live in seclusion, but this unrealistic idea was quickly abandoned. Even when I went to another world, my desire for a better life did not disappear. Food, clothing, housing and transportation was indispensable. However, these requirements could not be completed by myself alone. In any case, I would communicate with the local indigenous people in the end. Since there was communication, there must be conflicts and frictions, and conflicts were impossible to avoid. Perhaps I could use the weapons at hand to resolve the conflicts of ten or eight times, but I could not rely on that little ammunition to protect myself for the rest of my life. If the ammunition was exhausted, maybe... my fate would be very miserable. For some reason, I suddenly thought of all kinds of "historical videos" in those audio and video stores. The strange punishments always make me feel uncomfortable.

Speaking of ammunition, in addition to environmental factors, the reason why I chose to live in the Istria Peninsula was also considered in terms of geographical location. It is not only close to the Eastern European battlefield, but also one of the few safe areas on the Balkans. The arms trade is very prosperous, so it is very convenient to obtain ammunition supplies in weapons exhibitions or underground black markets.

"Ammunition...Sevena, I can't return to Earth after I go there, right?"

"Is there anything unfinished to worry about?"

"It's not a matter of concern, it's just... I can't replenish ammunition there..."

"Don't worry, I will help you solve it. And taking you back does not mean that you don't care about you in the future. You can ask me anytime and anywhere if you have any needs. And your house. Although the whole house cannot be moved, you can choose a location here. I will help you rebuild a new mansion, and the furniture and decorations inside will be sent to you intact."

"This...this is a bit exaggerated, I just..."

"This is the treatment you deserve. Of course, I will not help you relocate immediately, because I have to travel far in recent times. Now I have to take advantage of some gaps to run to the earth to pick you up. In fact, I will leave in a while. You'd better make some preparations now, bring some necessary equipment and then I'll send you over to familiarize yourself with the environment of the world. As for other belongings, I'll help you deal with it after you find a suitable location as your residence."

After Savena finished speaking, a very familiar iron door appeared next to the coffee table, which was the door leading to the underground arsenal in my home. Now I feel that I will not be surprised by anything, so I calmly selected a remote forest not too far from a human country on the projection. This dense forest that looks very "normal" must have a large number of edible animals and plants. There is also a huge lake and several rivers running through the forest in the center of the forest. Whether it is fresh water or food sources, it is not difficult to get the information obtained from a bird's eye view of the forest from a high altitude, it feels very ideal. The rest is to choose a place of residence after investigating the specific environment on the ground.

"Then choose here."

"Oh? Here... it's good, it's very convenient."

Sevena glanced at the location of the forest and seemed to be more satisfied than I did, which caused me some questions. But because we were in a hurry, we threw these questions out of our minds, got up and followed Sevena through the basement door and arrived at my arsenal.

"What's going on?"

Although it is called the "Arsenal", it is actually still used to renovate the space with the wine cellar of the house, so the original space is actually a bit crowded. But the space in front of me is obviously completely different from my arsenal. The entire area is at least several times larger than before, and even the roof seems to have increased a lot. Overall, it feels like this is completely other space, and I feel that this space can be equipped with a bomber.

I briefly checked the unfamiliar layout in the room. The previously collected spoils and common weapons were neatly arranged on the weapon racks everywhere. Even the "antique" collections filled with dust in the boxes were taken out and displayed on the display racks everywhere.

"I helped you expand it. After all, the original space was too small and it was really inconvenient to use." Sevena walked in without any mind, stood in front of the door of the low-temperature storage room on one side and said, "By the way, I helped you sort out the supplies in the surface warehouse and store food and medicine here."

I came to the door and pushed the door in and took a look. It contained the emergency food and medical medicines I collected. After a brief look, I quietly left the storage room.

"It's true that there are my stuff inside, but the number seems to be much more than what I've collected..."

"I'm not sure what is necessary, so I copied some for you. If it's not enough, I'll tell me if I'm helping you get something new to the earth."

"No, no, no, enough...those things were originally just emergency supplies for emergencies. By the way, how long do I need to stay there to see you?"

"About... ten days, I don't know how to grasp the specific time, in short, it won't exceed 20 days."

I nodded slightly and walked to the weapon rack somewhere. The weapons rack nearby were some of the weapons I used frequently. It seemed that for this part of the weapon rack, Sevina, just helped me move the position and did not place it at will. I was thinking about the next action needs. I needed to survive outdoors in the forest for at least 20 days, and also confirmed to Sevina that there are no particularly dangerous species in the forest, so I don’t need to focus on fighting and stay in it. Then the heavy firepower such as PKP and MG4 may not be useful, which is a bit regrettable.

I reached out and stroked the somewhat cold gun barrel of PKP for a while. I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. This guy is the partner who has been with me for the longest time and has participated in the most battles. He is also the first weapon I used after joining the company, but since I configured it with a backpack-style ammunition box a few years ago, I have almost no chance to use it.

"Don't worry, old man. Even if I go to another world, I will not abandon you. One day I will let you ejaculate there as well."

I didn't notice what kind of expression Sevena was like at the moment. When I was in the company, many people thought that my attitude towards guns was a bit too much, but I didn't care. For me, guns are indispensable things in my life. They have hurt me but also saved me. They have no distinction between good and evil, and they can become holy swords in the hands of martyrs or sickles in the hands of devils. The real difference is just the difference between users, so I have a very special feeling for the weapons in my hands, but I will not exaggerately give baptism and blessings to weapons like the believers in the east.

Turning around and walking to the other weapon rack, I began to think about prioritizing weapons suitable for jungle combat, easy to maintain and ammunition. I accidentally looked up and saw a rifle filled with various accessories on the rack.

"This...what are you calling..." I reached out and looked at the tag hanging at the muzzle and muttered: "Mk14....M14 EBR... Oh, I almost forgot you...sorry."

To be honest, I did forget this guy. It was a spoil seized from the enemy mercenaries in a black operation a few years ago. It felt very good, so I spent a lot of money to transport it back to my home for collection. However, since then I only seemed to have used it to hit the target a few times. I was more keen on the seized gun than buying a new gun, because in my opinion those guns that were baptized by gun smoke and flesh on the battlefield were even more fascinating.

I personally prefer fully automatic weapons. After all, in any era, "fire suppression" is never out of date. But this demand does not meet the world there. After all, the technology level there is very low, I even doubt whether there is gunpowder there, so I don't have to worry about encountering enemies wearing armor and heavy machine guns when I get there. At present, semi-automatic weapons are the best choice. The ammunition consumption of such weapons is lower than that of automatic weapons, and most semi-automatic rifles are also very accurate. At the same time, ammunition caliber has good power. The most important point is that I have piles of rifle bullets in my inventory. After all, because of the reasons mentioned before, buying mainstream ammunition in the Istria Peninsula is more convenient than ordering takeaway. Sometimes the other party will deliver goods to you for free.

I looked at the M14 EBR full of various accessories. It seemed that I had not maintained it for a long time. Now I don’t have enough time to decide to change it. I quickly walked to a guy who searched for the collection exhibition area that Sevina had sorted out.

"British...Germany...Belgium...Soviet..."

I walked past the display stands and once again sighed at the various weapons in the collection path over the years. At the same time, I was surprised at how Sevena distinguished the origin of these weapons and helped me sort them out. Not to mention the arrangement, all kinds of related parts and modification accessories were neatly placed in the drawer under the display cabinet.

"America...Springfield Arsenal...Springfield M1A. Standard type, reconnaissance squad type and...Super Match?"

I looked at the three rifles with different appearances on the weapon stand and thought for a while, and finally reached out and took the rifle with a very new look of walnut stock from the display stand.

"It's you, reconnaissance squad M1A."

This is part of a complete set of hot-selling products from a bankrupt American weapons merchant who bought it at a low price. But in fact, the reason I bought this set of guns was actually for a large number of 7.62x51mm NATO bombs that were almost free, so this set of Springfield rifles were more like an inconspicuous gift that I piled in the arsenal and did not unbox.

"It's pretty good." I was very satisfied after checking the parts of the firearm. Although I haven't used the M14 rifle several times in actual combat, this did not prevent me from being interested in this series of models. It's just that this M14 from the Springfield Arsenal that has been closed for decades is the first time I have touched it.

After checking the rifle, I opened the accessories box below the display stand, which contained all the relevant firearm modification parts that I obtained when purchasing. Most of them were old styles. I always felt a little worried, so I found the cabinet where I originally placed the firearm accessories and picked up a few pieces casually. I didn't plan to make a big change. Finally, I chose a low-magnification optical quasi-mirror set that was not too unfamiliar, as well as a universal rifle silencer. After confirming that there was no other requirement, I quickly came to the workbench and found that Sevina was smiling at me with a glass of orange juice.

"You treat these weapons as living things. What a sad thing. I think you should go there and make more friends."

"Maybe, but I don't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, guns never betray me."

Sevena did not respond but came over to see me modify the gun. The simple modification did not take much time. I personally don’t like using the silencer very much, but the world over there is a place where I am unfamiliar with my own place. In order to prevent special circumstances, I replaced the muzzle parts that can be removed at any time. Although the shooting feels a little worse, I didn’t consider that much. After the installation was completed, because there were not enough rails on the gun, I spent some time to install a small section of rails on the right side of the barrel to equip a tactical light. After completing all the modifications, I picked up the modified M1A and debugged the mirror. When I went to find ammunition with great satisfaction, Sevena suddenly said: "There is not much time, there are still 30 minutes."

After hearing the remaining time limit, I gave up the plan to test the firing and quickly ran to a tool cabinet to select a large 100-liter mountaineering bag. This was a suit purchased half a year ago. It was equipped with all the prepared wild survival tools. I originally planned to go to Romania for vacation this year, but later because of the mission in Eastern Europe, I didn't have time to use it. I threw the mountaineering bag on the workbench and immediately ran to the place where the ammunition box was placed. I carried a whole box of 7.62x51mm caliber M59 normal bullets, filled ten 10rds spare magazines at the fastest speed, and prepared a 20rds magazine and filled it on the gun. Then I took two small metal ammunition boxes elsewhere to fill it, and then took two boxes of M61 armor-piercing bullets from elsewhere to stuff them into the mountaineering bag.

"Sevena, where did you put that part of the gun in the bedroom?"

"Over there, along with the guns and parts you put in other rooms are there."

I ran in the direction of Sevena's guidance, which was a weapon that should have been placed elsewhere in the home to prevent accidents. I took an empty box and threw two Beretta 90TWOs and four spare magazines under the bedroom pillow, and then threw in the MAC-10 and five grenades that were originally placed in the kitchen.

I don't know exactly what these grenades that have been circulating in the black market for many years are called, but I only know that the three fragmented grenades are from the Soviet Union and are very powerful, while the two red burning grenades come from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

When I prepared all these weapons, I suddenly remembered that I was wearing a ragged suit with bullet holes everywhere. I didn't want to wear this outfit, so I took it off and ran to Sevena to rummage the boxes and started looking for replacement suits. When I was searching for the clothes, I realized that my body was abnormal. Not only the scars from the previous battle disappeared, but the old scars left over the past decade were gone, and my skin felt as white and tender as a newborn. The only thing I felt more at ease was that my muscles did not become like babies.

"Can the resurrection repair the old wound?"

"Of course. You didn't seem to care about your body in the past, and there were scars everywhere."

"I didn't have time to cherish it before."

Sevena didn't reply again, just sat there quietly watching me changing clothes. Although I didn't care much on the surface, I always felt uncomfortable. The underwear on my own had been made into a pile of rags by bullets, and I couldn't change my underwear in the bedroom upstairs. Besides, I didn't want Sevena to help me get my underwear. Anyway, there were substitutes in the wardrobe in the basement, so I could just find a few to make do with it. The most important thing is the coat. It looks like spring, but the temperature is not sure what the temperature is like the earth. When I was considering whether to bring a cold-proof jacket, Sevena spoke.

"Ah, I forgot to say that the weather is very mild there you don't have to wear too thick."

"But I don't plan to go over with my butt."

I picked up a new watch strap and put it on my left wrist. I looked at the abnormal time on it and asked Sevena questions. Because I felt that the battle that happened at noon had not been spent so long, but Sevena's answer was "This space does not exist in reality, so it does not match the flow of time outside." Then she said that when I arrived at the world over there, she would help me calibrate the time. I was a little surprised that the world over there was actually a 24-hour system.

Finally, I chose a light jungle camouflage vest. I still remember that this camouflage vest was taken off the body of a British smuggler during a battle in Malaysia. When I got home, I found that there were thousands of pounds hidden in several pockets used to load magazines. I was happy for a long time, until I heard that the backpack I missed actually contained a few gold bricks. When I changed it, I took a Benny hat from the cabinet and put it on my head. Looking at the gas masks hanging on the cabinet door, I turned to Sevina and asked, "Will there be poisonous gas there?"

After hearing this, Sevena suddenly laughed, then reached out and handed over a necklace. I looked closely and found that it was the military card I used when I was in the company. It was originally placed in the bedside table in the bedroom.

"Take it with me, I have given some blessings on it. If you get poisoned, it will help you detoxify. Of course, if you have a stomachache, it won't work. I originally planned to apply it directly to you, but I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt now."

I happily accepted Sevena's gift, then walked to the storage room and took some emergency food and medicine and stuffed it into the mountaineering bag. I checked the equipment I carried again and carried the mountaineering bag. After I found that it seemed a little overweight, I hurriedly put down my backpack and planned to remove some of the items inside. The medical food, spare magazine and ammunition box that I just placed in could not be reduced, and the rest could only start from the field equipment.

Considering environmental factors, I did not intend to give up equipment such as rope climbing picks, and after brief thought, I untied the alloy skeleton used in the canvas tent on the side of the backpack. The vegetation was rich, so I could use branches to build the skeleton, so I gave priority to this part, and then took out all the outdoor stoves, leaving only two sets of aluminum alloy lunch boxes and kettles, and a 1.5-liter soup pot. By the way, I replaced the cutting board with a ceramic insert board removed from the bulletproof vest. Finally, all the replacement clothes and bedding in the backpack were removed and the warm sleeping bag was replaced with a light waterproof down sleeping bag. As for the jungle machete hanging on the outside of the backpack, I really didn't want to replace it. Although I already had two carbon fiber daggers on my body, the purpose of the jungle machete was much more important than that of the dagger.

After checking again, I put my mountaineering bag on my back and picked up the M1A on the table, walked to Sevina and nodded.

“It’s ready.”

"I feel tired when I look at it. Are you sure you don't need a helper? As long as you want, I can send a servant to act with you."

"No need, I'm used to being alone."

"Okay, but you're a little late. I've contacted a God-selected person over there to ask her to find you. You can ask her about the mortals inside."

Sevena leaned over and grabbed my hand. The warm and delicate touch from the exposed fingertips of the glove made me feel that the goddess's body seemed very weak. Sevena smiled at me after I had this idea, and then a heart-tearing tingling came from my fingers. I looked at her majestic smile and chose to tolerate it. After all, the other party was a god. Although she was a cynical look, she was a real goddess.

After confirming that I was ready, Sevena hugged me, and then a dazzling halo appeared in front of me to cover me. I subconsciously closed my eyes, and at this moment, Sevena's voice came from my ears.

"Welcome home, Erica."

When I opened my eyes again, I was already standing by a sunny lakeside. I observed the surroundings vigilantly and found that Sevina was gone. Looking at the surrounding scenery, I took a deep breath of fresh air, and for some reason I felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure in my heart.

"Welcome to home... no, this is an unknown new world for me, right?"

I looked up at the blue sky and smiled.

"Hello, New World."
Chapter completed!