Rule #1—Always bring a gun to a knife fight. Or in this case, when isekai'd to a magical world.



The plan was simple. Level up, outthink the monsters, outshoot the mages, and stay alive. The world had other plans. But that's fine. I brought extra magazines.



Dear Diary, why do people with robes keep trying to set me on fire?



What you get: magical boomstick, electrician turned enchanter, bang bang, no harem, no destiny armor, no edge-lord, a cup of OP MC, and a dash of murderhood, but with heart, me, an Outworlder, with a bad habit of running toward trouble.



Need I say more? Give this story a shot.



(Get it? A shot. Ha . . . Okay, I'll stop.)