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Weapon seller in the world of magic

Mark is a genius military weapon designer who was kidnapped by a mafia gang after refusing to work for them. They forced him to design unique weapons for five years, until one day he successfully escaped only to get shot by his trusted comrades. *Ding! You awakened a weapon system. When he opened his eyes, he was in a different body and in a different world. "You want to kill a wild boar without being detected? Forget about bow and arrow. Here, I present you this sniper rifle." "You want to kill a horde of goblins from the sky? Forget about those flying carpets and brooms. Here, I present you the fighter jet." "You want to kill a dragon? Forget about taking the help of the S-class adventure team. Here, I present you a nuclear bomb." Join Mark Spencer/ Lu Zhen as he brings the whole world to its knees with the help of his weapon system. *** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's current works: War Online, My Soul Card is a Reaper Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

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Cosmic orbs and the cure

Five days later;

Early in the morning, as soon as he woke up, Mark opened the Space station panel to spy on his targets.

"Activate, Third Eye."

*Ding! Need the name and other details, the better the details, the less time is taken.

"Biological mother" A simple word escaped Mark's mouth in response.

*Ding! Checking the registered list

*Ding! Found the details. Third Eye is activated.

Half a minute later, a new holographic window was opened before his eyes, displaying a map of the Dragon Empire where the icon with the image of his mom moved around.

"It looks like she is still there with her husband, touring the places," mumbled Mark, closing down the window. There was this slight disappointment on his face, not sure what else he was expecting.