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Lute stood on the ridge overlooking the valley of the demi-humans, the cold steel of his custom-built rifle a grounding weight against his shoulder. In this world, magic was the ultimate authority—fireballs and ice spears decided the fate of nations. But Lute, a reincarnated military enthusiast, knew better. He knew that physics, when applied through a rifled barrel, didn't care about mana capacity.

The silence of the valley was shattered by a rhythmic, mechanical thunder. It wasn't the chaotic explosion of a fireball, but the precise, high-velocity crack of lead meeting air. From their hidden positions, Chris and Meiya unleashed a crossfire that turned the Orc charge into a standstill. Lute stood on the ridge overlooking the valley

The Orcs roared, a cacophony of iron and ego. Their shaman began a chant, the air shimmering with the heat of an impending firestorm. To any other village, this would be the end. "Open fire," Lute said. He knew that physics, when applied through a

Beside him, Snow, the white-wolf girl, checked the magazine of her submachine gun. Her ears twitched at the sound of the approaching Orc vanguard. "They’re within range, Lute," she whispered, her eyes sharp with a focus that combined her natural predatory instincts with the modern tactical training Lute had drilled into her. From their hidden positions, Chris and Meiya unleashed

With a final, singular crack, the battle was decided. Not by the strongest wizard, but by the nerd who brought a gun to a wand fight. As the smoke cleared, Snow bumped her shoulder against his, a playful smirk on her face. Lute sighed, looking at his girls and then at his rifle. The world of magic was changing, one bullet at a time.