lynerparel

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower."

In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. 

Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. 

More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. 

A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal.
A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. 
A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy.
A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. 
Airships, steam trains, and boats. 

Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

Overwhelming Firepower

The carriage wheels creaked softly in the frost, breath from the horses steaming in the cold morning air. Snow dusted the courtyard cobblestones, and the banners of House Thornehart hung still and solemn.

Lucen adjusted the strap of his powder horn. The arquebus hung snugly across his back, alongside his Crimson Lord Mk IV.

Harlik and Mark, two members of Thornefang, were here to accompany him

Robert had to come since he was also instrumental in the creation of the arquebus. There was also the head blacksmith, Oswin, and Holz, the head carpenter.

From the martial ranks, Knight-Commander Thalos would be leading the vanguard, with several Ironhold knights in tow. Among them was Garrett, now wielding his own Crimson Lord Mk IV, forged under Lucen's exact specifications.

And at the center of it all stood Duke Vardon Thornehart, waiting for everyone to get ready before entering the carriage.

The Road to Caelhart