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"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

It didn't take long for the knights of Stellhart to defeat the troll, despite its incredible regenerative powers.

The second troll let out a final roar, swinging its club in desperation, but the formation of the knights tightened, shields raised. Garrett's blade flared once more, molten and red-hot as it carved deep into the beast's knee.

The troll staggered. The arquebus shots rang out. One struck its eye. Another was buried into the roof of its mouth as it howled. Garrett, using this chance, pierced the troll with his burning blade in the chest, and this time it didn't heal.

With a thundering crash, the giant troll collapsed, limbs twitching as steam hissed from its wounds.

The battlefield fell silent, save for the heavy breaths of soldiers and the low, approving growl of Sir Thalos finishing his own fight with a shattered club in one hand and troll blood staining his gauntlet.

Welcome to Caelhart