Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

a few days later.

Leylin has recently become obsessed with "gun making".

This inspiration comes from "self" in the world of Dragon Raja.

That person was not only a master swordsman, but also an expert marksman.

Leylin wholeheartedly agreed: How could a qualified swordsman not know how to use a spear? After all, a spear is fast from seven paces away, and accurate and fast within seven paces.

He knew in his heart that conventional firearms would probably have limited effectiveness in truly slaying dragons, especially against beings at the level of a dragon king.

But... this thing is awesome!

Being handsome is a very important attribute in itself.

So he decided to give himself a couple of rounds.

However, the physical laws of this world seem to be a little off.

When Leylin attempted to synthesize the most basic gunpowder, he discovered that no matter how he adjusted the ratio of saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal, the mixture remained as still as a puddle of sand, showing absolutely no signs of exploding.

"It seems that the creator god, who was the author, blocked this path when setting the rules of the world."

Leylin speculated that to forcibly change this underlying law, it would probably require something of the caliber of a [World-Class Item].

However, if this path is blocked, there is another shortcut.

The fact that black powder couldn't be made doesn't mean that alchemical gunpowder couldn't be made.

The method is simple.

He directly and forcibly extracted the active fire element from the condensed air, forming high-purity [fire element crystals], and then ground them into an extremely fine powder.

This crystal is itself an extremely unstable high-energy explosive, and even a slight collision or friction can trigger a violent explosion.

Only Leylin, with his powerful control and alchemical knowledge, could process it into a relatively stable and safe-to-use [alchemical gunpowder].

Once the basic issues are resolved, the rest is simple.

He casually forged two streamlined, beautifully crafted pistols from active metal, their quality firmly reaching the [Relic Grade].

"One black, one white... let's call you 'Ebony' and 'Ivory' then." Leylin weighed the pair of black and white pistols in his hands with satisfaction.

Next up is the compatible ammunition.

The production itself wasn't difficult, but the demand was considerable, so it took a little time. He mainly prepared three types of special ammunition:

1. Conventional active metal projectiles.

The bullet is intricately engraved with alchemical patterns. Upon hitting a target, it can trigger different alchemical effects, such as penetration, freezing, and tearing, which are highly effective against most enemies with physical forms.

Second, Fire Element Crystal Bullet.

The warhead contains highly compressed explosive fire elements, which explode upon impact like a miniature cluster bomb, making it extremely effective against energy-based creatures or when area-of-effect damage is required.

Third, the Philosopher's Stone bullet.

Made from a special crystal condensed from pure spiritual power, it was originally designed to target dragons, but Leylin discovered that it was surprisingly effective against any spiritual or psychic enemy, which was an unexpected bonus.

Each of the three types of bullets has its own unique characteristics, and Leylin likes them very much.

After getting all his gear, he excitedly ran to the border of the Orc Kingdom, found an Orc town, and thoroughly experienced what it was like to be a Red Dead Redemption 2 player.

He used dual pistols to execute the orcs there.

Afterwards, as usual, the battlefield was cleaned up, and it's estimated that the terrifying legend of the "world-destroying dragon" on the orc side will have a new chapter added to it.

"It's indeed a good gun, with a superb feel." After playing with it for a while, Leylin gave an objective evaluation, "However, its power is still a bit lacking when dealing with the True Dragon King."

He created this primarily to satisfy his interests and enrich his repertoire, not as a core trump card.

After he had his fill, he carefully put away the two guns.

..............................

Soon after, Leylin received a message from his father and went to the palace.

"Your Highness, His Majesty requests that you proceed directly to the Royal Martial Arts Arena," a guard reported.

Leylin nodded, and his figure vanished in a flash.

The guards were already used to the prince's elusive style and remained unfazed.

On the drill ground, the king was leading his courtiers in inspecting the eight hundred royal guards.

Upon seeing Leylin appear, the king immediately beckoned him forward.

"Leylin, you've come at the perfect time. This army has now been completely transformed." The king lowered his voice, unable to hide his excitement.

"I've secretly distributed one bottle of those Bloodline Evolution Potions you gave me to each of these eight hundred people."

"They are all handpicked, absolutely loyal warriors, and they keep their mouths shut. I didn't say it was you who made it; I only claimed it was a rare potion accidentally concocted by a court alchemist, and that the quantity was extremely limited."

Lei Lin responded softly, "Father, is it really necessary to be so cautious? We clearly have 100,000 bottles. If we distribute them little by little like this, how long will it take?"

The king's expression turned serious, and his voice lowered even further: "My child, this potion must not be distributed openly! It will cause enormous trouble!"

"Trouble?" Leylin asked, puzzled. "Giving the people a chance to become stronger, they'll be grateful beyond words. What trouble could there be?"

"The trouble isn't at home, it's abroad!" the king explained patiently, his eyes seemingly revealing deep wisdom.

"What will other countries do if they find out we possess a miraculous potion that can directly and permanently enhance our strength?"

"They will stop at nothing to seize the formula and the potion; they might even unite and use force to coerce us into handing over the secrets!"

"At that time, Inbelia will become the target of everyone's hatred and face annihilation!"

Lei Lin then understood his father's concerns.

He hadn't thought about it that way before, because in his view, if you're strong enough, you don't need to fear any threats.

But the father's thinking was based on his understanding of the traditional structure of this dangerous world: Inberia was strong, but not strong enough to ignore all its neighboring countries or even distant superpowers.

Once such a strategic resource, capable of changing the fate of a race, is exposed, possessing it will be a crime, inevitably bringing disaster.

The king's caution was perfectly reasonable under conventional logic. However, he misjudged one point: he thought Leylin was merely one of the strongest "abnormal" individuals among humans.

Reaching the level of the extraordinary is already quite remarkable; in the human population, this is a rare and exceptional powerhouse, one in millions.

But that's not enough; legends of those superpowers also mention peerless experts of this caliber.

The king felt that their strength was not yet sufficient, and that Leylin's power was not enough to intimidate all enemies.

However, he was unaware that Leylin's true strength, now fused with the power of multiple worlds, far exceeded the norm.

While he didn't reach the terrifying level of single-handedly defeating the entire world, taking down several countries wouldn't be a problem.

Lei Lin was somewhat helpless.

Unless I confront my father now and demonstrate that I have the power to crush so-called superpowers, it will be difficult to persuade him to change this cautious approach.

In addition, his [bloodline evolution potion] only works on humans who have no racial hierarchy.

As for other subhuman races and alien species, it's not that it's completely useless, but drinking it will have the opposite effect, causing their level to drop.

"Never mind, there's no rush," Leylin thought. "Let's just take it slow, like Father does."

Leylin wasn't afraid of those so-called superpowers, but he did have things to worry about. If the [Bloodline Evolution Potion] spread too widely, it might indeed attract the attention of those transcendent beings.

"I will show my strength when I am truly invincible, or I will adjust my plans when the time is right."

On the high platform, the king and the prince huddled together, whispering secrets.

Below the stage, the courtiers watched the father and son whispering to each other and couldn't help but wonder: What earth-shattering event are these two plotting now?

After a moment, the king ended his private conversation, turned to the crowd, and said in a loud and majestic voice, "My lords! Our army is growing stronger every day, and our armor is gleaming! Once we strike, we will surely crush all opposition and achieve unparalleled glory!"

Raylin chimed in, "Congratulations, Father! Our army is mighty and victorious!"

As he spoke, Leylin had already quietly scanned the entire area with his detection magic.

The eight hundred elite soldiers below, and even many princes and ministers beside them, all had their racial level indeed increased by 1 level.

This improvement may not be obvious now, but it means that their life essence has been optimized, their potential ceiling has been raised, and their future growth path will be broader.

The theoretical limit for human levels is around level 42, but most people, due to limitations in talent, can only stay at around level 10 throughout their lives and find it difficult to make any further progress.

The wonder of this [Bloodline Evolution Potion] lies not only in its direct increase of 1 level in strength, but also in its subtle and gradual improvement of aptitude.

After taking the medication, they will have the opportunity to break through their existing level and reach a new height through their own efforts.

"This is the true meaning of the potion," Leylin thought to himself.

"This is only Level 1 now, a seed that has been sown. In the future, there will be Level 2, Level 3... One day, I will make that despairing innate gap between humanity and those so-called naturally strong races a thing of the past."