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Modern Weapon Summoning System

Del Is a teenage boy of humble birth from Earth. He is attending the last year of his high school until a magical circle transported the whole class into another world. He is the weakest among the other students that were summoned to another world. It resulted in him being banished from the heroes' party. Consequently, he has to survive on his own in another world which he has no idea about. He only survived by doing low-level quests and cheap assignments. After his first time leveling up, he gained a new ability [Modern Weapon Summoning System], a system that can make any modern armaments with limitations. The new ability gives Del an edge over his opponent. However, the limitations of the system are severe. Some of the weapons are even downright useless. In this world of magic, even the ability to make an assault rifle can’t protect him from those who wish him to disappear. Can he survive while developing his new ability or will he end up six feet below the ground? ==== Update Rate = 7 Chapters/ Week Bonus Chapter for: 200 Powerstones = 1 Chapter 400 Powerstones = 2 Chapter 600 Powerstones = 3 Chapter 800 Powerstones = 4 Chapter 1000 Powerstones = 5 Chapter 1200 Powerstones = 6 Chapter 1400 Powerstones = 7 Chapter ======= Discord Server: https://discord.gg/sxgYPfcecH

MaxwellKHA · Fantasia
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Payday

"That was a magnificent firework show," the officer commented. 

"Thanks, sir," Del was sitting down on the ground while being treated. 

Terry was treating Del's wound by sewing it with a sterile suture. Terry was a second-year student that participated in MSVI. His distinguishing feature was his bald face, his thin mustache, and his tanned skin. 

"Dude, you're fucking mental, I meant, 14 tanks at once, seriously, how talented are you?" Terry asked as he sewed Del's wound. 

Hubert approached Del. He took off his Bonnie hat and put it on his hands. He smiled when he looked at him. He was just amazed by Del's performance. "So, you're Del Moore, huh? My fiancee said that she met a certain kid with a great combat talent, I will assume that it's you." 

"Your fiancee, do you mean Mrs. Gable?" Del asked.