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I'm looking out at my facility and seeing the people that I work with being slaughtered by a man in a black cloak. Then they stagger to their feet, brought back by some form of foul sorcery. I don't know how they got in here, and I don't really care. Once I finish this memo, I am going to flee via the rear entrance/exit and then go underground for a while. Possibly go on holiday in the Bahamas.
This is the main thrust of this letter: I quit. I have had it. Bad working conditions, I can handle; poor pay, well it's better than what the government pays at least; the underground bases are helpful in that we do not get bothered by door-to-door salesmen. But a madman slaughtering my people and turning them into zombies is where I draw the bedamned line. I am out of this organisation and I wish whoever has to pick up the pieces here the best of luck. They're going to need it.
The Former Head of Project Rat Poison
Seto Tetsuo.'
This one was dated three days previously. Roughly about as long as the man himself had been dead. Poor, stupid bastard had apparently decided to write a letter of resignation before running for his life. Issei had to respect his professionalism, if not his lack of survival instincts.
The rest of the room was bare of anything either useful or interesting. Yes, the place certainly looked stylish, but that didn't mean that anything vital to Project Rat Poison was kept in there. The only things like that had been in the bottom drawer, and they were now in his inventory. Similarly, the only useful things in the room had been the gun and its ammunition, also now stored in his inventory.
After adding the two memos as an afterthought, Issei pulled out the facility map to scope out where he should go next. On this floor, there were the dormitories, a few offices, the kitchens and relaxation facilities, nothing too serious, but best to be thorough in case he could find anything useful. On the next floor down were the labs where the staff experimented with chemicals and made the deadly poison that they planned on using on the ratmen. On the lowest floor was the ominously-named 'Purification Chamber.' Presumably where the controls for the poisons were located.
Issei really didn't want to go into the labs down there. He was not Gordon Freeman and he did not have a Hazardous Environment Suit on. His armour was designed to be used against enemies and magic, not poison, and you could bet that somehow, he'd have poison thrown at him. But, unfortunately, Issei was equally sure that he would be forced to go through the labs because the only way to the Purification Chamber was through one of the main labs. Oh joy.
WHAM!
Someone…or something…slammed into the door leading into the office Issei was standing in, making it crack. A low and guttural moan from the other side of the door made it clear that it was not a particularly proactive door-to-door salesman either.
Pulling the SIG out of his inventory, the Sekiryūtei very carefully pulled back the slide and chambered a round before also drawing back the hammer and uneasily aiming the weapon at the door. His swords had felt much like this before he had gained a skill in using them; uncomfortable, unbalanced, too light or too heavy. Hopefully it would be corrected if he got a skill with firearms.
With another couple of powerful slams, the door splintered, split and cracked before a shambling zombie broke through, face-faulting onto the floor after breaking through. If it wasn't for the fact that this was a very serious situation, Issei would be laughing his head off at the sight.
Purifier Remnant LV15
[Shambling Dead]
Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Issei quickly took aim at the downed undead's skull and squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
Unlike in movies, a gun going off was loud! His aim was surprisingly spot-on, as the bullet went right through the crown of the zombie's head, dropping it back to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.
You have defeated a Purifier Remnant! You receive 400 EXP!
You receive Rat Poison Memo (1/15)
As a result of a specific action, you have acquired the skill [Firearms Proficiency (Handguns)]!
[Firearms Proficiency (Handguns)] (Passive) [LV1, 00.00]
Since around 1250 AD, the use of gunpowder weaponry has grown and spread until it is the most commonly used military tool of the mundane world. From handguns and rifles to cannon and artillery, the number of weapons that have been made beggars belief. Although considered useless against any competent supernatural foe due to the development of numerous simple and easy to learn spells that render any form of black power or gunpowder within range useless, against the weakest (or stupidest) of the supernatural world, a gun can be just the thing you need to level the playing field.
- Grants the user the ability to carry handguns with ease.
- Increase Accuracy of all ranged attacks made with a handgun by 1.
- Increase Damage of all ranged attacks made with a handgun by 1.
"Huh…so that's why the [Gamer's Gear] doesn't like me using guns." Issei remarked. "Now what's that about memos…?"
The Rat Poison Memo turned out to be a part of a series of memos between the Project Head of Project Rat Poison and one of his scientists, Rokka Nia.
'Nia,
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