Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

The Royal Catacombs

Opposed by the immovable stone, Ezra tried everything from full-fisted punches to heavy kicks. But the door neither creaked nor groaned, and only the sweat dripping from his forehead bore testament to his futile struggles.

Things would have been a lot easier if Ezra had access to his Shadow Cannon or even his Power Fist. However, the situation was such that he could neither use his skills nor access his inventory to retrieve the weapons in his arsenal.

When might failed, Ezra resorted to the power of the mind. Instead of trying to break the door, he tried to figure out a way to open it.

“Someone must have sealed this door all those years ago, which means it's held together by magic,” he concluded, running his fingers across the inscriptions carved on its stony surface. Most of the archaic letters felt crooked and misshapen, their jagged curves and winding loops eroded by the sands of time.

Ezra wondered if there was an ancient spell or incantation that could help him lift the magic spe