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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.

"Hold," Lute commanded, his voice steady. He wasn't just a soldier; he was a leader of a specialized unit—his "Army Harem"—though he often found the name more embarrassing than the girls did. To them, he was the man who had given them the power to protect their homes without needing a drop of noble blood or rare magical talent. Lute stood on the ridge overlooking the valley

"In this world, you call it magic," Lute said, adjusting his sights for the final shot. "In mine, we just call it ballistics." He knew that physics, when applied through a

The shaman’s eyes widened as his spell dissipated; his concentration broken not by a counter-spell, but by a 7.62mm round that grazed his staff. He looked up to see Lute descending the ridge, his silhouette framed by the smoke of gunpowder. To them, he was the man who had