Looking at the twisting, formless flame in front of him, Lex sighed.
Mystical version of a man-portable anti-tank missile, failed!
Recalling the flame, Lex fell into contemplation.
"Although I've seen hot weapons like man-portable anti-tank missiles in movies and TV shows, it's been limited, and my impression is vague, unlike frequently appearing ones like automatic pistols."
"So, is this why I can't construct an anti-tank missile?"
"In that case, can I ask the Watcher to collect information on such heavy firepower weapons? After acquiring the relevant knowledge, perhaps I can construct one?"
"Hmm, I can try."
"Next..."
Red flames once again rose from Lex's palm, forming an oval object with regular protrusions on its surface, resembling a pineapple.
Mystical version of a hand grenade, successfully constructed!
"Sure enough, I can construct things I'm more familiar with. Back in the day, when I played CS, I used hand grenades quite a lot."
However, Lex didn't throw this 'hand grenade' to test its power. He was afraid of creating too much commotion and attracting attention.
As long as it could be constructed, it meant it possessed the characteristics of a 'hand grenade,' and its power shouldn't be too small.
Next, Lex also constructed landmines, remote-controlled bombs, and automatic rifles that looked like steam rifles but could fire continuously.
During this process, Lex discovered that the more powerful the weapon, the more spiritual power it consumed.
For example, for guns, constructing an automatic rifle consumed much more than an automatic pistol.
"Automatic pistols and automatic rifles can be used in unprepared skirmishes, landmines and remote-controlled bombs can be used to set traps, and hand grenades can be used in scenarios with multiple, densely distributed targets."
"Being able to mimic these weapons will make my tactics much richer. Hmm, I can use conventional flame mimicry methods like fire whips and fire guns to lull my opponent's thoughts, and then, when the time is right, use super-era weapon mimicry to give my opponent a surprise."
"However, this is only suitable for situations where opponents are evenly matched or slightly stronger than me. If the opponent is weaker than me, one bullet will finish the job; there's no need for so many flashy tricks. Similarly, if the opponent is too strong, then it's better for me to run away."
Lex rested for a moment and decided to try another experiment.
An experiment concerning the movement of flames.
Crimson flames soared, and a fireball reappeared in Lex's palm. Under his control, the fireball contracted inward, layer upon layer, with the internal pressure constantly rising.
This was the application of 'compression.'
Lex concentrated on controlling this continuously shrinking fireball, watching it go from the size of a fist to the size of an egg, and finally, only the size of an eyeball.
At this point, the fireball was no longer crimson, but dark red, with immense internal pressure, ready to explode at any moment.
"Good, hold steady."
Lex extended a finger, allowing the eyeball-sized fireball to float at its tip.
He pointed forward and imagined creating a small hole at the center of this fireball, allowing energy to vent.
Instantly.
Under the effect of internal pressure, a thin, dark red beam of light shot out from the 'gap' of the compressed fireball.
It instantly traveled far, crossed the beach, and struck a reef by the sea.
After this beam of light continuously erupted for two or three seconds, its color gradually lightened, changing from dark red to crimson, and from a beam of light to a stream of flame.
Only after the flame was completely discharged did this stream of flame, which had traversed a hundred meters, disappear into the air. On the beach, the temperature was scorching.
Lex quickly jogged to the seaside, waded through the water, and touched the reef that had just been hit by the beam of light. He saw that a finger-thick hole had been blasted through the reef, and through the hole, he could see the sea on the other side, reflecting the crimson moonlight!
Moreover, the area around the hole was incredibly smooth, its surface shimmering with a faint black light, having been completely carbonized.
"My goodness, this isn't flame, this is a laser, isn't it?"
Lex secretly clicked his tongue, and some knowledge he had learned in his previous life flashed through his mind: "But then again, flame is inherently plasma. After being compressed and then ejected, it's not surprising for it to become a beam of light."
"Later, the pressure weakened, and air mixed in, so it changed back from a beam of light to flame, and its power drastically decreased."
"But in the initial two or three seconds, the beam of light has a long range, high speed, and possesses characteristics such as instant carbonization, armor penetration, and piercing."
"Even if the opponent has a substitute ability, if they are unprepared, they can be severely injured or even instantly killed with one strike."
"The preparation time is a bit long, probably two or three seconds, so either you ambush them in advance for a first-strike kill, or it can only be used as a final, decisive finishing move."
Even so, Lex was satisfied and felt that this 'Plasma Jet' could be used as one of his trump cards.
He used 'Plasma Jet' once more and used it to cut open a reef several meters wide. Watching the smoothly separated reef, Lex was ecstatic.
"This can already be considered art, can't it?"
The newly appointed Mr. Artist then made the smooth surface of the reef uneven, making it impossible for anyone to discern its secrets, before leaving.
On the way back, Lex felt that the Pyromaniac potion had been digested a little.
It seemed that researching the extension and application of fire abilities was also a way to digest the potion.
When he arrived at his doorstep, Lex saw his younger sister, Harribel, walking quickly through the black iron gate. Under the light, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her expression was solemn, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.
Did she quarrel with her friends?
Lex was not surprised at all; quarreling was perfectly normal at fifteen or sixteen years old.
He returned to his bedroom, summoned the 'mysterious book,' and placed a sealed artifact on the 'traveler's almanacs,' spending 32 crystals to reduce the negative effect, which originally allowed only one use per week, to once every three days.
This way, he would be able to travel between different regions within three days.
Although it couldn't compare to a true 'Traveler,' it was already much more convenient for Lex.
Early the next morning, Lex saw his mother, Amelia, dressed in travel-friendly clothes and carrying a handbag, seemingly intending to go out.
"Mom, are you...?"
Amelia smiled: "I'm leaving with my teacher for a few days, three days at most, and I'll be back. While I'm away, please look after Harribel more. She's made some new friends recently and goes out often; don't let her come home too late."
Lex blinked: "You can count on me."
At this moment, Asered, with his Bearded Man, walked out and chuckled: "How long has it been since we traveled together?"
"It's been a long time, Teacher."
Amelia patted Lex's arm: "I'm leaving."
After his mother left, Lex didn't see Harribel all morning. His sister only appeared at lunchtime, ate a little, and then ran out again.
However, this time, she ran back just before evening. As soon as she returned, she ran into the house. Lex then heard her running around the house. Finally, she returned to the hall and reluctantly looked at Lex.
"Where's Mom? I need to talk to her."