CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30 "FOUR MODIFIED CARS-SALE (2)"

Ray then moved towards the third car, the Ford Muustang, its body giving off an aura of a beast, while the mechanical arm at its back moved subtly, with a gun at its tip.

"And this beast," Ray continued, a hint of pride in his voice as he gestured to the Mustang, "isn’t just for show. That mechanical tail isn’t just for defense; it can lash out."

He demonstrated a small, fluid movement of the tail, making the attached gun twitch. "And yes, it has a mounted gun right at its tip.

This beast has close range, as well as long range attack capabilities, making it the perfect car to venture in the wilderness?"

A murmur spread through the remaining crowd. "A mechanical tail with a gun?" someone whispered, awe in their voice. "That’s insane! Imagine having such vehicle when you leave the ruined city."

"But it’s a Mustang," another commented, still admiring its sleek, powerful lines. "Doesn’t look like it could take many hits."

Ray didn’t address the comments directly but moved on, stopping finally at the last car, the massive, custom-built monster truck, a Chevvrolet Silverado.

"And finally," Ray announced, his voice gaining a certain weight behind his onyx mask, "this is the best defensive vehicle we have. While it doesn’t have offensive capabilities like the others."

He stated clearly, anticipating the immediate doubts, "this is the best option to venture into places where a normal human might face difficulties."

The public looked at the truck, clearly impressed by its sheer size and reinforced plating, but doubt still lingered in their eyes regarding its pure defensive nature.

"No guns on that?" a player called out, scepticism evident on their tone. "How good can it really be then?"

Ray’s smile behind his mask widened slightly. He looked directly at the crowd.

"This thing," he declared, his voice cutting through the murmurs, "can absorb the attack of a Level 15 Player/Monster without a scratch."

"Still doubting huh!"

Ray signalled Tusk for the show he had planned earlier. Tusk came up with Pistol auto 9mm 1A.

Ray then gestured the people in the crowd to come forward, "Pick the gun, and shoot the car." Attracting stunned expressions from the crowd.

The he continued with much more shocking revelation, "if you managed to make a single dent in this car, then I’ll let you take it without paying the single coin."

"Still doubting, huh!"

Ray signalled Tusk for the show he had planned earlier. Tusk came up with a Pistol Auto 9mm 1A.

Ray then gestured to the people in the crowd to come forward, "Pick the gun, and shoot the car." This attracted stunned expressions from the crowd.

He then continued with a much more shocking revelation, "If you manage to make a single dent in this car, then I’ll let you take it without paying a single coin."

A man with military trousers, a black T-shirt, and a military vest stepped forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Are you for real?" he questioned, his voice gruff. "Will you really let me have this one car if I can make a dent on it? But can we use any of our weapons too?"

Ray nodded. "Yes, but there is a condition," he added, his gaze firm. "Whatever weapon you use, or even a magic skill, make sure it doesn’t exceed Level 15."

The public looked around with confusing eyes. They began looking for those "beta testers" who were big players above Level 15, but they couldn’t find one.

However, they knew that many of them might be have their eyes on this deal.

Then the military guy volunteered, his M3 Grease Gun held confidently in his hand, a confident smile on his face.

"Don’t back off from this deal," he said, aiming the gun. He was about to shoot when he stopped and turned back to Ray, a hint of scepticism still lacing his confident tone.

"If I damage the car, will you repair it before handing it to me?" He was confident he was going to take the car.

Ray nodded. "Yes, as you say."

The military man, with his M3 Grease Gun, took a deep breath, a smirk playing on his lips.

He raised the weapon, aimed squarely at the side of the monstrous Chevrolet Silverado, and unleashed a volley of bullets.

TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

The distinct sound of the submachine gun echoed through the Safe Zone, sharp and loud.

Sparks flew as the bullets impacted the truck’s reinforced plating.

The crowd flinched, some shielding their eyes, expecting to see metal buckle, paint chip, or at least a visible mark. Dust kicked up from the ground around the truck, briefly obscuring the impact points.

When the last of the bullets had been fired, and the smoke began to clear, an eerie silence fell over the onlookers.

Their expressions were a strange mix of emotions. Some in the crowd looked at the truck, then at Ray, their eyes filled with pity for what they considered his foolish challenge.

They thought he was simply stupid for making such grand claims, setting himself up for a spectacular failure.

Others, however, leaned forward, a spark of anticipation in their eyes, genuinely curious about the outcome.

The military man lowered his gun, a wide, confident smile spreading across his face. He was already rehearsing his triumphant declaration inside his mind, ready to boast about claiming the vehicle for himself.

He took a step forward, about to voice his claim, when his smile faltered. His eyes, fixed on the side of the truck where his bullets had landed, slowly widened in disbelief.

The smile completely vanished, replaced by a look of utter shock.

He ran with disbelief in his eyes, rushing towards the Silverado, his gaze frantically scanning the metallic surface.

He looked closely, touched the areas where he’d fired, even scraped his fingernail along the thick armor.

There was nothing. Not a single scratch. Not even the slightest dent.

"Impossible!" he slammed his fist against the truck’s unyielding side, the thud echoing the frustration in his voice.

"This is impossible!" His mind raced, desperately searching for an explanation.

He had only one thought, Ray must have done something, some trick, or might have used some magic.

How could his Level 8 attack, fired with an M3 Grease Gun, have no effect whatsoever?

However, Ray, standing calmly a few feet away, seemed to know exactly what the man was thinking.

His voice, now cold and devoid of any earlier warmth, cut through the silence. "You had your chance, and you failed."

He then looked directly at the stunned crowd, his gaze sweeping over every face. "As everyone here has seen," he announced, his voice carrying to every corner of the Safe Zone.

"This car can take attacks that are Level 15 or lower without a scratch." He paused, letting the magnitude of his statement sink in. "So, is there anyone else who wants to try?"

Another voice, clear and determined, broke the stunned silence. "Let me try."