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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 https://www.patreon.com/snowstar

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If you have to blame someone, blame yourself

"It took seven elders, me, Crown Prince, Zhang Clan, and Nie Clan to finally put you away for good. Now, Song Chang will take your place. And with the firm backing from six of the twelve major noble clans (Song, Nie, Zhang, Sui, Ji, and Han), the Imperial throne will belong to Crown Prince for sure."

Knowing that Song Yun no was already finished and wouldn't likely get out of the prison, Elder Song Mu revealed the plot behind his demise.

"You bastard…"

Song Yun trusted Song Mu the most. So, his words sounded like thunder roared in his head over and over. Realization dawned upon him. He caught the cell bars in rage, "I trusted you..."

Song Mu replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "I know that you trust me. That's why it became easier to deceive you."

"You…" Song Yun's face was so red that he might collapse due to the heavy blood rush, at any second.