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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 · Fantasi Timur
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Shang Wei seeks guidance

Sometime later, in Song Yue's room;

Song Yue slowly opened her eyes, coming out of her sleep, and saw Mark sitting on the chair beside her bed.

"Markie…" She abruptly got up as if she found newfound strength in her body.

Mark, who was taking a light nap while stroking the kitten's back, opened his eyes right away. "My schatz…" He hugged her as she leaned to his chest while tearing up, "I missed you… where were you all this time? You disappeared suddenly without leaving a note or anything. Do you know how worried I was? If not for Anan and Baltrow's constant reminder, I would have lost my mind. And… and… *sniff* sniff* my father… I… I…"