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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 · Oriental
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Special type Android, the face from the past

"Ugh…" Mark woke up from his sleep; this time, he was alone in the middle of a forest with no one around.

There are also other changes, compared to the last couple of times.

This new Mark remembered every bit of memory he had before he came to this new world. He also remembered everything afterward, until the point of creating an accidental singularity.

Upon remembering the identities of those time travelers and how he acted with them so far, Mark slapped his forehead and cursed himself, "Idiot, they have traveled all the way to the past to meet you and they even tried helping you with mastering the space attribute but you just acted too condescending. But then again, the lack of a specific set of memories created that situation. Anyways, now that everything has become normal, let's go and meet them and act as if I don't remember causing a mess with the black hole."

*Ding! Everything didn't become normal, host. It became worse.