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A reputation as ‘The Most Feared Gunslinger In the West’, and the Law hot on his heels, Henry Morgan had lived a full life. So when it all ended with a gunshot to the back of his head, he was quite ready. He embraced death… He embraced his end. 

Except it wasn’t the end…

Some mysterious [Powerful Forces that be] wrenched him out of the world he knew and deposited him into the body of a version of himself in a Parallel world. A world where something as ‘impossible’ as Magic apparently exists. 

These [Powerful Forces that be] went a step further by granting Henry a System and issuing him strange prompts and Quests that send him down a road of Adventure and bloodshed all so he can etch his name in history and show this world and its many ‘wonders’ just how deadly a Gunslinger can be…

A Gunslinger’s System in a World of Magic

Meryna had done her best to heal Boyle and that had ended a couple of minutes earlier but Boyle felt he needed to pick his moment. For one thing, he needed his sword. His actual sword and not the secondary one he wielded when he lost it.

Boyle's main sword was tailored to his needs and capable of enduring his Mana output for the best result. Even now as he kept his sword inside the Orc Priest's chest, Boyle channeled his mana through it, strengthening it and ensuring it didn't get pulled out.

For as long as the enemy was still blessed by its god, a stab to the heart might not be enough.

"How—?!" The Orc Priest croaked.

"What does the 'How' matter?" Boyle asked through gritted teeth,

"Just die now you son of a bitch!"

Can We Win?