Chapter 61: Gun Demon Incarnation
Yuan’s mind was lost in a maelstrom of gunshots and violence.
His bullet-core continued to cycle on its own, for beyond the agony lay a wasteland of bloodthirst and ecstasy. The pain he experienced through the death echoes of gunfire victims blurred with the satisfaction of the shooters, the primal delight of glorious savagery joining with the intoxicating terror of industrialized annihilation.
Mechanized slaughter was a terrible thing to experience, but the freedom, the freedom of it all! There was such pleasure to be found in watching a bullet storm, such enlightened peace to be experienced in the symphony of gunshots! A tidal wave of blood swirled and raged behind walls built on holy bricks and foundations of pointless causes, bound to collapse by the impermanence of all things!
Only violence was honest. Only death lasted forever.
He danced with armageddon amidst falling bombs and the rising tides of revolution. He fought for countless gods and kings, for the nameless state and the glorious leaders, but beyond these idols, he waged wars for its own sake. He shot a million fathers into dirty trench-tombs and won a thousand duels in the desert. He gunned down civilizations and brought down castles back to dust.
He was chaos. He was death by metal and gunpowder. He was Gu… Gu…
No.
He was… Yu… Yu…
Not-Gun!