[Add this to your bookshelf and get rich!! Alternate setting + light fantasy + power progression + face-slapping and punishing scumbags + battlefield]
For crying out loud!
I got hit by a car and ended up in a vegetative state after helping an old lady cross the street. I lay there for twenty-three years, and just when I finally regained the ability to move, you tell me I've transmigrated into an ancient battlefield, buried in a pile of corpses?
I'd just started celebrating that my arms and legs worked again when they yanked me out of the corpse pile.
“A battle formation master? Alive! You're the one!”
The general put his blade to my throat. “Form a battle array! If we can't hold the line, everyone in the city, young and old, including you, will die!”
What?! I'm just a slacker apprentice!
Fine. Looks like I'm going to drop dead again in no time!
[Ding! Ironblood Battle Formation System activated!]
The System's here?!!!
All right! If we're going to die either way, then I'll fight you all to the bitter end! Defend the city? No! I'm going to be the one in charge!
It's okay. Replanting needs to be done quickly.