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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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The super powerful Lan Jingyi (part-1)

Before even Shang Fu responded to her, she dragged her daughter away from there, leaving behind a clueless Emperor. "Did Shang Wei do something illegal in secret and Jingyi covered it up or something?"

Meanwhile, Shang Jiao felt her mother's grip was quite tight. She didn't expect that a 6-circle realm Spirit Warrior like her couldn't get free. Maybe, it has to do with her weak physique?

Whatever the case, Lan Jingyi is in control, and eventually, they reach an underground storage room in the inner quarters while sending the two guards away. The room was neat with paintings and mysterious sealed boxes around.

After locking the door, Lan Jingyi sharply stared at her daughter who was rubbing her wrist turned red due to the former's tight grip.

"Don't you understand that your father is there?" She started scolding her right away. "What if he finds out? What should we answer? How should he react to the truth? Do you have any idea what will happen?"