His eyes snapped open to find himself standing in a shooting range that stretched to infinity, white walls that seemed to glow from within, floors marked with lines of pulsing red light, and the SIG Sauer already in his hands, balanced perfectly, loaded and waiting.

  A calm, robotic voice echoed like wind through empty halls.

  "Welcome to Immersive Firearm Training. Here, every movement you make will etch itself into your muscle memory, carved deep into the fabric of your body. We begin with the safety protocol."

  He wasn't shocked this time. If the app could pull metal from code and light from nothing, then bending reality to teach him was small magic by comparison.

  As the voice spoke, arrows of pure light unfurled in the air, guiding his hands to the manual safety, the magazine release, the slide lock.

  Each motion felt instinctive as if his body had always known how to move, and the training was just waking it up.

  The targets flickered to life ahead, shaped exactly like the Cursed he'd faced, their forms wavering like heat haze.

  "Your goal is to know, how to handle gun."

  As the voice spoke, arrows of pure light unfurled in the air, guiding his hands to the manual safety.

  "First: Always engage the safety when the weapon is not in use."

  His fingers found the switch on the side of the M17 without looking - cool metal under his skin, moving with a satisfying click. The arrow glowed green as confirmation.

  "Second: Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire. Rest it along the slide guard - this prevents accidental discharge.

  Light traced a path from his index finger to the designated spot. He adjusted his grip, feeling how the position kept his hand steady and controlled.

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  "Third: Never point the muzzle at anything you are not willing to destroy. Maintain situational awareness of your line of fire at all times."

  The range shifted, and transparent walls appeared around him, showing what lay beyond each possible direction of the barrel - empty space, then simulated rooms with furniture, then figures that glowed blue to indicate allies.

  Miles adjusted his stance until the muzzle was aimed only at the target area ahead.

  Arrows then guided him to the magazine release and slide lock.

  "Magazine changes must be smooth and efficient. In combat, seconds mean survival."

  He pressed the release, and the empty magazine fell free with a soft clatter. A new one materialized in his free hand, and he slid it home until it clicked into place.

  With one quick motion, he racked the slide to chamber a round, the sound sharp and decisive in the vast space.

  "Now, we move to grip and stance."

  The floor beneath his feet shifted, red lines rearranging to mark the optimal position.

  "Feet shoulder-width apart, dominant foot slightly back. Knees bent - never locked. This creates a stable base to absorb recoil."

  Miles shifted his weight until he felt grounded, like he was rooted to the floor itself.

  "Grip with your non-dominant hand first - wrap your fingers around the frame, palm high. Then bring your dominant hand over top, fingers interlaced. Apply firm pressure - the weapon should be an extension of your arm.

  He followed the light's guidance, and the moment his hands settled into place, the M17 felt like it had always been there - an extension of his body, not a foreign object.

  Targets flickered to life ahead, shaped exactly like the Cursed he'd faced, their forms wavering like heat haze. Some stood still, others moved in jerky, unpredictable patterns - mirroring the creature's unnatural movements.

  "Your goal is to know how to handle the gun - how it feels in your hands, how it responds to your movements, how to control it under pressure. Accuracy will come with practice, but mastery begins with understanding."

  The first target lit up orange, its head glowing bright as a beacon.

  "Begin with single shots. Focus on your sight picture, your breathing, your trigger squeeze."

  Miles raised the M17, aligning front and rear sights with the glowing target. He remembered what the voice had taught him earlier - exhale slowly, squeeze during the

  pause.

  He pulled the trigger.

  The shot echoed through the range, sharp and clean. The target flashed red, then faded away as another took its place - this one moving side to side.

  He fired again, once again red. Which is indicating he missed.

  "You rushed the trigger squeeze. When your finger applies uneven pressure, the muzzle drifts. Remember - squeeze, don't pull"

  Miles nodded, adjusting his grip slightly. He'd been so focused on hitting the mark that he'd forgotten the rhythm of his breathing. He raised the weapon again, aligning his sights carefully.

  "Let's try again," the voice said. "Exhale fully. Let your body settle. Only when your crosshairs are perfectly still should you begin to apply pressure to the trigger - slow, steady, consistent."

  He drew in a deep breath, feeling his chest expand, then let it out in a long, smooth stream.

  As his muscles relaxed and his sights locked firmly on the moving target's glowing head, he began to squeeze the trigger, millimeter by millimeter, no rush, no force.

  The shot rang out, and this time the target burst into bright green light.

  "Hit Confirmed, Congratulation. You successfully hitted the target, Let's move to the next stage."

  [Weapon Tutorial: Stage 1 - Firearm Handling - Completed.] > [Weapon Tutorial: Stage 2 - Firearm Manipulation.]