Overlord Tamer: All My Pet Monsters Have God Potential-Chapter 60: Blood Alloy Sculpting

"Pistols?" Azelis frowned. "Honestly, I would like you to reconsider. Making pistols is going to be very hard. You’d need to make its mechanism structure, and also the way to produce and shoot bullets."

"Swords, daggers, hammers, and other such weapons with simple form are easier, but just as deadly if not more. Even a long bow or a crossbow would be easier."

Azelis wasn’t wrong. Creating pistoles was going to be a tough task, especially considering how John would need to create a mechanism to shoot bullets at a proper fast speed, fast enough to hit targets, and also aim.

Although he had Blood and Metal affinity, he didn’t even have level 1 Mastery of them yet.

However, John had made his decision, but he wasn’t going to refute her outright.

"I want guns. But if I can’t make it today, I’d change to something easier. How about that?"

"Fine. Let’s start," Azelis said with a wry smile. "Since you don’t have Blood or Metal mastery yet, you can’t produce Blood and Metal energy to learn Blood Alloy Sculpting. But your wolf Pet has Blood Mastery, so it will be able to help you with that."

"As for Metal, here you here." Azelis took out a thumb-sized crystal with a metallic gray surface, shining faintly.

"This is a Metal-attributed spirit crystal. Follow the method of the soul technique and try it yourself first. If you find any problem, tell me."

John nodded. He summoned Alfred and told him to channel some Blood energy while he held the Metal-attributed spirit crystal in his right hand.

Closing his eyes, he opened the spirit scroll that was copied in his source space and started reading it.

The crux of Blood Alloy Sculpting was the seamless incorporation of Blood and Metal to create a medium, which can act as an output for more techniques.

The other soul techniques are only simple uses. Like Yuna’s Blazing Wheel technique could manifest wheels on her legs with continuous burst speed, increasing her speed.

However, Blood Alloy Sculpting required the user to create a medium, as well as a workable moveset that could be released from the medium.

In short, the total effectiveness and power of the technique entirely depended on the user, unlike other Soul Techniques where if one just learned it, they would be able to execute it nicely.

The first attempt was a mess.

The moment he tried fusing the two energies—Blood and Metal—he almost lost control. A small explosion popped on his left palm where he was merging them. The failure was like a firecracker, searing his palm and fingertips.

But Alfred used his Blood Mastery level 1 and healed him.

"Thanks, buddy. Time to try again," he muttered.

Azelis didn’t comment—she just watched with narrowed eyes, arms crossed.

John focused again. He needed precision, not force. The spirit scroll mentioned resonance, not domination. Metal and Blood weren’t meant to be forced together. They needed to harmonize.

’Harmonize....’

’Alright, let’s harmonize.’

Instead of pushing Blood into Metal or vice-versa, he let them circle one another, and feel each other out like dance partners.

’Harmony...so they need to conjoin at a certain wavelength, I guess?’

Gradually, the two threads of Blood and Metal energy braided together, forming a thicker, denser current in his palm.

The fusion occurred. However, the result was a wobbly jelly.

"This..." John knew this wasn’t how it was supposed to go according to the scroll.

"Wrong harmonization. Both need to be perfect," Azelis spoke. "The result should be clay at first, and then you also have to make it solid later with your control, like metal. A jelly weapon won’t hurt anyone."

"I’ll do it," John gritted his teeth, his eyes determined. ’I am going to get my damn pistoles!’

John tried again, and again.

And noon arrived.

"Alright, enough. Let’s eat first. You can continue training later."

Half an hour later, John finished eating. He ate fast because he couldn’t wait to continue with the training.

Azelis leisurely ate while watching him train.

1 p.m.

2 p.m.

At 3 p.m., John managed to make the perfect clay of blood and metal harmonize in an ideal state.

He then began designing the pistol. It didn’t need to be like modern firearm engineering. It just had to be simpler and have a mechanism to produce a bullet in the chamber upon infusing his soul energy and shooting it.

The shooting force could be done by firing a pin powered by soul energy.

John closed his eyes again and began crafting the mechanism.

Azelis watched him, her eyes focused and flickering with amazement. ’Every time I see it...I can’t help but find it beautiful. Was he born with this type of smooth synergy between his mental imagining and applying it through his control?’

John began designing every moving part, shaped with intention—the chamber, the trigger, the slide. All of it was built from scratch through manipulating the harmonized blood and metal energy. He molded tiny gears, infusing them with rotation logic.

It took him over an hour to finish the pistol’s complete design. And now, he had to solidify it into a different, metallic version of harmonized blood and metal energy.

And when he did that, the gun crumbled.

"NO!" John involuntarily shouted, and the gathered sweat dripped from his forehead as he trembled.

Azelis opened her mouth and closed it again. She knew just how much focus and effort John was putting into it.

"You can do it, John. Try again."

John gnashed his teeth and took a deep breath before nodding.

The second attempt was faster. He already knew everything up until the step where he failed, so it didn’t take him much time.

He finished everything within a bit over half an hour.

But that last step of completing the pistol as a proper medium failed again.

John calmly continued the third attempt.

Azelis silently watched while occasionally going to feed her Pets, who were playing around in their chibi forms.

Hours passed by, and the sun was setting.

John looked at his latest attempt, maybe it was the 20th or 25th? He didn’t remember.

But he was going to succeed this time. He was going to mold and sculpt every part of the pistole perfectly, each one with a different wavelength to bring out the full power that he had envisioned his pistole would have.

Taking a deep breath, he began.

The gun shone briefly as always. One second passed by.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

John stood with sweat dripping down his jawline, both hands trembling, but in his hand was a completed weapon.

A pistol—sleek, slightly futuristic, matte-black with dark crimson accents. The barrel carried a subtle sigil near its tip, a blooming rose engraved in Blood Alloy.

John grabbed the gun, pointed it at a 45-degree angle at the ground, and pulled the trigger.

’10 soul energy bullet.’

*Clank...Bang!*

A metallic bullet with crimson patterns spiraled out of the barrel and struck the ground before exploding into tiny sharpness. The explosion created a palm-sized crater with shrapnel embedded in it.

Rolling the pistol, John brought its barrel near his mouth and blew with a grin.

Azelis straightened herself, and her eyebrows relaxed just like her smile. "I admit it, John. That was incredibly reckless... and extremely impressive."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," John cheekily smiled. "But this is just the start. I am going to design different types of magazines, which will be able to produce different types of bullets. My guns are going to be the most powerful weapons, I’ll make sure of that."

"That’s a rather ambitious statement," Azelis chuckled. "Well, good luck, as you will need to attain Blood and Metal mastery for that. For now, it’s already night, so let’s go and eat dinner. I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow where you might be able to attain level one Blood and Metal mastery."

"Great. Thank you so much!"

John rolled the pistole with his finger before it glowed and vanished. Since it was complete, he had acquired the Soul Technique’s sigil in his soul space.

Every soul technique’s sigil acquired would put soul pressure on Tamers.

A Bronze-rank Tamer could only have one Soul Technique because of that. Silver-rank Tamers could have two.

John could only have one pistol, but as he was Silver-rank, he could either learn another Soul Technique or if he wanted dual wielding, he could create another weapon or pistole with Blood Allow Sculpting.

He dreamed of dual-wielding, but it wasn’t practical at the moment. His current abilities were limited, and keeping both hands occupied would only restrict his options. He needed one hand free—to grab, to shield, to cast, to adapt.