I Materialize Goddesses' Weapons at the Secret Service Bureau

Lu Chen's ability is utterly absurd: once someone's heart-flutter score goes through the roof, he can conjure weapons out of thin air.

The first time he saw his cool, mature female boss, he struggled to produce half a flaming blade and nearly set fire to the intelligence briefing room at the agency.

When the bespectacled girl from the medical team blushed as she drew his blood, a crystal needle sprouted from his palm, scaring her so badly that her lab coat went crooked.

When the tech team's loli lost her temper and smashed her keyboard, a tiny ice hammer appeared above his head and helped her smash the motherboard.

Even a female assassin sent by a hostile organization got a red rose blooming from her gun barrel after he told her she was beautiful.

The director looked at the scattered files and wrecked equipment filling the room. “How about... you focus on resolving the emotional issues of our female agents?” Lu Chen looked at the roomful of beautiful agents sharpening their knives and broke out in a cold sweat. “I just want to stay alive and collect my paycheck...”