Khvostov 7G-0X

Khvostov 7G-0X
Attributes
Season	24
Type	Auto Rifle
Slot	Kinetic
Ammo	Primary
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Kinetic
Description	"You don't know how long I've been looking for you."
Statistics
Impact	21
Range	47
Stability	77
Handling	71
Reload Speed	79
Rounds Per Minute	600
Magazine	42
Zoom	17
Aim Assistance	85
Airborne Effectiveness	27
Recoil	97

Acquisition
	The Pale Heart

Khvostov 7G-0X PvP Stats

Khvostov 7G-0X is a Exotic Auto Rifle.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• The Right Choice - Every seventh bullet from this weapon deals additional damage and ricochets to nearby targets.

Sight / Barrel

• Hammer-Forged Rifling - Durable ranged barrel.
  • Increases Range.

Magazine / Battery

• Alloy Magazine - Faster Reload when the magazine is empty.

Trait 1

• 35px Eyes Up, Guardian - Collecting Orbs of Power strengthens this weapon's next several ricochet shots, providing more damage and more bounces between targets.

Trait 2

• Shoot to Loot - Shooting an ammo brick picks it up and automatically reloads all of your equipped weapons from reserves.

Stock

• Composite Stock - This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock.
  • Slightly increases Stability.
  • Slightly increases Handling Speed.

How to Obtain

Detailed explanation on how to acquire Khvostov 7G-0X

Lore

Day 1.

The world is dead, but there's peace in the mortuary silence. I'm born into this dead world, where dandelions grow up through layers of ash blanketing miles of desolate road.

Day 673.

There is a stretch of land, a canyon through which water once flowed. A canal cut into the earth, bristling with derelict ships and countless dead. Flowers bloom in many desiccated carcasses. Each component of this world's decomposition has a purpose: water flows, cities decay, flowers bloom. Yet still I search for mine.

Day 1,857.

Oceans are vast, lonely expanses. Though life flourishes in the depths, it's not life that I'm looking for. I thrive on death—search for death. Perhaps my purpose lies below the water, but it's dark, and lonely, and I… I don't want to look there yet. Not when there's so much more horizon.

Day 6,231.

I was careless, and someone shot me from all the way across a field. The bullet only chipped my shell, but it spun me around and left me shaken. I don't know who they were or even why I was targeted. I played dead, and no one came for me. I laid in the tall grass for nine days. It rained on the fifth. I acquainted myself with the ants. They are survivors.

Day 36,725.

This world is dead, but life is threatening a return. I don't know when I'll ever fulfill my purpose, but I know what I am. I'm a ghost haunting the grave of humanity. A Ghost with a calling.

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