Chocolate, A Truck, and A Railgun

Chapter 2

Is she trying to kill me!?

At the end of the path was a large encampment. Tents of red and white colors occupied the region, and beyond that, some kind of war was going on. He couldn't really see much, but he did see two flying things floating about, fire coming out from their heads. Arrows streak toward them, and the two beasts dance in the sky.

Dragons?

They looked similar to it, and considering the circumstances, it was a possible explanation. A little twinkling sound came from his left. A white book appeared above the dark gray passenger seat.

"Is this...?"

Written on it were the words 'railgun guidebook' in large letters and a smaller 'the next episode's starting, so don't bother me'.

Such a thoughtful Goddess. He thought, bringing his truck to a halt.

He opened the book, looking at its contents. It had a quick rundown on the details of his vehicle. The truck itself had a length of six-thousand-thirty millimeters, a height of two-thousand-sixty, and a width of one-thousand nine-hundred forty-five. Everything about the truck seemed to be the same as his old truck. At the end of the page, she included two 'minor' differences.

One, this truck ran on water, as in regular water, the kinds he could find in rivers and lakes.

That's really convenient.

As long as he could find bodies of water, his truck could run. It even stated that the truck had a filtering system added in, allowing it to run on dirty water. Two, this truck had self-fixing features, so he didn't need to worry about maintenance, as long as he didn't try to actively damage or take a particular part off the truck. She even added a little 'be grateful to me, okay?' at the end of her message.

Those two things don't feel like minor differences...

It did make things easier, especially since it looked like this world hadn't reached that level of technological advancement yet. The following pages gave him the details of his railgun.

The railgun had a length of seven-thousand five-hundred millimeters including the turret with a caliber of sixty millimeters. There was another note at the end.

'I'm too lazy to put much thought into this weapon. I put some low-power, fire magic shells in your truck, but ask a magic user. They'll explain it in detail. For now, just shoot some demons. They're low-power shells, but they can still deal significant damage. The destruction area is around 5 meters. PS: try hitting some flying targets. Everyone will freak out once you do.'

William stared in disbelief at this Goddess' writing. The next page described the instructions to operate the weapon. The turret could be accessed through a gunner seat inside the metal box. A shell dispenser was located to the side, while an automatic reloading system could be used to load the shells. Put a shell in the turret's 'hand', and the turret would load it into the gun automatically. The railgun had a limit to one shot every hour, to prevent him from exploiting the weapon.

She's that lazy...

William then noticed two knights clad in metal armor approaching him, their swords brandished as they stared at the truck. Their eyes stared at him, their faces tense. Behind them, the war raged on. They slowed down, preparing to attack, watching his truck as if they were looking at some majestic beast.

Rearguards?

William lowered his window.

"Hello-" he said.

"Hello? Who are you? Why are you here? What is that thing?" The guard spent no time, striking him with a sea of questions.

William then realized that he understood the language, so he changed the way he spoke.