Chapter 8

Being given an offer like that, of course, I was very happy. I've never had anything like that in my life. It's like the image of a new player in a game who is given some equipment to support their level up.

My knowledge of technology is still not as much as in the other Mutiiner groups, that's because I was born and raised not from such an environment but from the environment of the underclass who only often scavenged and foraged for food in the underworld, but previously in Michael's Mutiiner group I learned a few things about that.

"I need to ponder this first, tonight with regards to my identity it feels like I need to consider what suits me best. The weapons here are so diverse, knowing the characteristics that are closest to my characteristics, so that I can move freely with the weapon and be truly effective with my way of fighting," I said firmly.

"You're too chatty," the man said then snorted.

I thought he was going to get angry and rant about your excessive behavior, but instead he walked to a corner of the room and sat down.

I'll give you a while to do that. You're not like the other members who spontaneously choose their weapons based on what they like and what they know. But that's your choice, you don't mean I'm going to want to wait here for hours. I'll give you about 15 minutes and after that I'll pull your hair out if you make me wait too long."

I just nodded my understanding and understood that, then I immediately observed every weapon that was there, all the weapons displayed in the room were really neatly organized and placed according to their respective names. I don't know whose taste is organizing the naming of the weapons here, you instead of giving a code for the weapon like what has happened in the military world, the weapons in this room are instead named like human names. How funny.

After some time had passed, the man seemed to have grown tired of waiting for me to choose a weapon there. He jumped up from his couch and approached me who was still in the same position looking at the weapons neatly arranged in that place.

"Hey, don't you have any other thoughts that can help you choose a weapon here?" he asked.

He must have been bored from waiting for me, it's so annoying and boring that men can't understand the feelings of women who have more discernment about the choices in front of us.

"It's precisely because I have so many thoughts about it that I need more time to consider it all," I replied.

I don't like being pushed around, I'm confused right now. There are many considerations that I have when I am faced with choices like this. Just imagine if you were faced with choosing one weapon from tens of thousands of neatly arranged weapons, all of which look amazing and sophisticated. Surely you would have done what I did too.

"Oh come on, this is indeed an important matter but don't take it so seriously that you are too rigid in making your choice. You might as well follow your heart about the shape and also the type of power you like from the weapon. It's been more than 15 minutes and I'm already tired of waiting. I'm not allowed to leave you alone here because this room has to be guarded by a certain person and locked with no one in it except Mr. Jhonny."

I paused and pondered, I guess I should have been a little faster because I had made this man wait too long for me. I also felt reluctant for making him wait, and then I entered into a transparent capsule that was used to surround this room and reached the position of the weapon which was located difficult to reach using only stairs or foot travel.

I actually had an interest in one of the weapons but I was still considering whether or not I was really suited to it.

I approached a weapon shaped like a whip but the funny thing was that the whip did not have a rope used as a whip but only a handle used to hold the whip.

"You chose that? Just that? You even spent all this time just to choose that?" the man asked looking dissatisfied.

My head throbbed and my cheeks twitched, a feeling of annoyance rising from within my heart at hearing such a response from this man. It seems that he really underestimated my choice even though he had urged me to choose a weapon immediately so as not to make him wait any longer.

If I had known he would respond like that then I would have made him wait for me until he died of boredom. What an annoying guy.

"Then what do you want? I could just put this back there and choose a new one again but it seems I won't hesitate to spend more than 30 minutes," I said with an annoyed look.

The man hissed and rubbed his head roughly, "tsk you women. You're all irritable and annoying. It's up to you. If you're sure about the weapon then we should get out of here."

After leaving the room I was still looking at the weapon I had just chosen with an admiring gaze. It turns out that this Mutiiner group is quite good at providing the needs of its members well and completely. Not only did they send their members to the battle site with the training they had done but also this organization provided adequate equipment, so that it really supported the abilities and strength possessed by the members of this Mutiiner group.

"We haven't met yet, my name is Jimmy Shaks. You can call me Jimmy, I come from the equipment division of this group. Because there are too many things to take care of here, so Jhonny divided us into several divisions and I am the holder of this division," Jimmy said.

I nodded and looked at him enthusiastically. "My name is..."

"No need, I already know," he said very casually like it wasn't a mistake.

I wanted to lash this weapon against Jimmy's body until he fell unconscious. It turns out that Jimmy and Jhonny's behavior is much different and equally ridiculous, I hope they don't gather more ridiculous humans here. Because I've had enough of both of them.

Jimmy also has a strange and eccentric thinking and socializing style, if I look at it again the possibility of Jimmy is like a person who has symptoms of a sociopath, very strange. Is this one base all unique people?

"Give me a chance to ask," I said with annoyance. "Does that mean you made those weapons?"

Jimmy shook his head, "Of course not. Although I'm one of the members of the equipment division, that doesn't mean I created these weapons. When it comes to creating weapons and managing the technology and machinery in this base, that's the purview of the technology division. They do that and set it all up. I only manage the way and arrangement of the things in this base."

Although this group looked like a bunch of ruffians and ruffians, they were much more organized than most organizations. Even though they are said to be robbers and live without meaningful rules. You found out that they adapted themselves and formed a systematic group.

"Are you interested in visiting that place and them?"

I don't know why Jimmy suddenly offered me such an offer, but if that was his wish then I was also quite happy because it was like an entertainment for me.

"If I'm allowed, I'd be very happy," I replied.