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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

Snowstar · Eastern
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Mark finally bares his fangs against his father?

The imperial palace, Imperial City of Phoenix;

Unlike any other usual day, the palace was heavily guarded by thousands of soldiers from the entrance gate to the Emperor's chamber.

From morning to night, every second, they were on high alert, working in different shifts and ensuring the palace was always secured.

And when they spotted an unidentified flying object in the sky which is descending toward the forecourt of the palace without going through standard procedures, almost half of them rushed forward and took out their weapons.

However, a majority of their hands were shivering in nervousness and fear as they remembered the warning from their Supreme Commander. If any enemy is bold enough to make such an entrance, then, it is almost assured that only those above the 7-circle had remote chances of surviving.