Snowstar

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.
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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.
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Author's current works: War Online, My Soul Card is a Reaper
Author's other notable works:  The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga
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Weapon seller in the world of magic

Three years after Mark's abduction;

Year 2044, Linz City, Eurasian Federation;

In a city where the air traffic is slightly busy with Aero-cabs flying everywhere, a young adult couple was walking on a sidewalk with their arms locked with each other.

One is Zan Rong/Marina Zan and the other one was a handsome-looking young man with aquamarine eyes, messy hair, a v-shaped torso, and broad shoulders. He looked attractive enough to have the attention of the female passersby.

"Babe, I have to return to the dorm," said 17-year-old Mari. To which, the man responded with a question, "It's already the time? I thought your flight is at 19:00 hrs."

Mari shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't packed."

The man's shoulder's dropped and his face crestfallen in depression, "I can't believe the summer is here already."

Zan Rong's past