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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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Dungeon break (part-3)

Later, that evening;

Mark finished his dinner and sit with a few of the soldiers around the campfire.

"Lt. General Hu seemed to be such a mighty figure," Mark commented casually as he was listening to the adventures of Infantry division's Lt. General, Hu Shi.

"Yup, if it not for the limited positions of Generals, he would have already become one." A soldier named Lei Jin spoke with pride.

While he wasn't an extrovert, he likes the company of others too.

And for some reason, he felt safe at this camp. Maybe, it is because he's far away from the Imperial city or maybe, it's because the soldiers were weak. The reason doesn't matter. What matters is that he was chatting with others about casual things, which he didn't get to have with other people in his neighborhood because everyone would be busy. Unlike him, they don't get to earn much.

A couple of hours passed away.