Dreaming Back to My Date with a Vampire

[The Vampire Expert + Transmigration + No System + Overpowered Fun + No Goody-Two-Shoes]

The damp air was thick with the musty stench of rotting leaves and gunpowder.

“Where am I...”

He sensed a familiar, icy touch.

“This is... a Type 97 assault rifle.”

Not knowing why he had ended up here, he instinctively removed the magazine.

To his surprise, it was full of live rounds.

In that instant, adrenaline surged through him, and all his muscle memory came rushing back.

He was astonished to find himself wearing all his gear from the mission.

Suddenly, static crackled in his earpiece.

Through the static came the captain's low voice: the Siberian Wolf.

“Attention, all teams.”