While Others Cultivate, I Use My Multiverse System

"Wha…"

Not even capable of fully reacting to the sudden change that happened right before her eyes with how the enemies were just a hand's reach away, Ayda could only stare at the sudden change of my appearance. Or at one of the enemies that was reaching for my throat with a knife, equally as surprised by the unexpected event as Ayda.

"Go."

There was no way for me to remember what were my last words in this world before I was forcefully pulled away. And in the current situation, there wasn't all that much time for theatrics either.

So I just released my grasp on the flash grenade in my left hand, at the same time as I pulled the trigger of my fancy machine gun.

But there was no tratatata sound. The reality proved to be far more advanced than what I ever imagined it to be. Or maybe it was the case of super-modern weapons that were initially only supposed to be used by the military finding their ways to the market once no firearm could be effectively used anymore?

Either way, there was no tratata sound from when I pulled the trigger. All I received for my efforts was a quick 'trrrrr' and the sight of the closest enemy to me that was just unlucky enough to appear right in front of the barrel of my gun getting dismembered in the split of a second that took me to empty out the entire mag.

"What the heck?!"

Ayda was never all that worried about the attackers. That's something that I remembered from before I was forcefully pulled out of this place. But right now, her eyes told me that she ended up giving up on any attempts at understanding the situation.

"Anyone who has sinned by casting their impure gaze at my woman…"

With the safety pin of the grenade left somewhere on my basement's floor, relaxing my grapes on it was enough to start the timer. From what I read, I had eight seconds before the detonation. And eight-second was exactly how much the initial shock of the enemies would give me to throw it!

"Or nevermind. Here, a payment for our lives."

Unless something extremely unexpected were to happen in this world's history, there would be no way for the attackers to have any clue at what the round item that I threw towards them would be. From what I saw before turning my back towards the enemy, one of them actually grabbed it!

"Dear, come."

With the timer ticking, I didn't waste any time. Approaching Ayda myself, I had to go all the way to where she was frozen in place, as she either didn't want to fulfil my command or was simply incapable of doing so in a reasonable time.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

This time, Ayda listened. While I could only guess whether it was my serious gaze that brought her back to reality or the tense situation, I could at least do something else. With the numbers reaching the last three seconds, I pulled Ayda's hands on my ears, before quickly moving my own hands to cover her own.

BANG!

Closing my eyes in the very last moment, I could feel my teeth moving around in my jaws from the insane shockwave generated by the grenade. Only now did I also understand what Pavlo meant with the unconventional usage of non-lethal weapons. Judging by how bad I fared despite being perfectly prepared for the blast and having a bit of distance to soften the damage, just by increasing the power of the bang a tiny little bit, this damned grenade could cause some serious, inner injuries to the normal mortals it was designed to be used against! Thinking about this as the initial lightheadedness from the bang quickly faded away, I couldn't help but get curious what would that dangerous smoke grenade that Pavlo recommended would be capable of.

Maybe the smoke part was just a misleading factor? Or maybe smoke was all that would remain from the people within its blast? As curious as I was, with my senses quickly returning to their usual state, I had more important stuff to do rather than catering to my own curiosity.

"I'm not sure how much it will do…"

Pulling out another mag from the special holster on my belt, I ejected the empty one before inserting the fresh piece into the special slot of my gun.

"But could you locate the enemies for me? They shouldn't be able to do anything at all for a while."

Thanks to our silly preparations, we fared just a tiny better than the damn naive man who really assumed that this grenade was something precious enough for me to buy our lives with it. Given how the charge went off right in his hand, I could only pity what would remain of his fingers.

"Sure… there are two behind that wall…"

Not even waiting for Ayda to stop counting the enemies, I pushed the magazine into its slot. Hearing the characteristic clicking sound, I directed my barrel exactly where the girl pointed out before gently pulling on the finger once again.

Trrrrrrr….

To be perfectly honest, the rate at which the ammunition was sent flying towards the enemy… was slightly annoying. Maybe it was the matter of some kind of setting of the weapon that I failed to notice, but I just couldn't imagine the real military actually using the spraying tactics just like that!

Not because it wasn't effective. The short shouts of pains that ended even before my spray was the best proof of how well it worked. The problematic part was the cost of equipping all the soldiers with sufficient ammunition for prolonged combat!

"... one more behind the doors…"

With some experience in the procedure, I quickly ejected the used mag, with my hand already moving the new one into the slot. This time though, I barely managed to shoot the enemy, as he managed to somehow recover and jump at me with a small axe in his hand.

But instead of ending upright on top of me, when a wave of needless hit his body, just the recoil alone easily managed to lift the man up and crash him against the back wall of the room.

"... and three more out three."

As soon as the girl finished her count, the wall that she pointed at exploded in fires. Most likely noticing that something was not going according to their plans, the last three enemies got into the room even before I could press the magazine eject handle on the side of the gun. With how close they were right now, there was no damned way I could reload the gun in time.

"Begone."

With those words on his lips, one of the assailants raised the sword that he was holding…

Only for his eyes to suddenly explode with fire. Before I could even notice, the last two remaining attackers were already wriggling on the floor, with blood coming out of every orifice of their heads.

"I don't know what did you do, but don't think I'm useless!"

Turning around to face Ayda, I could see her curiosity mixed with a slight insult on her self-pride.

Who could've known that dealing with the threat of death would be dwarfed by the threat of angering Ayda in one damned instant?