I'm in the Real World, and All My Weapons Come from Looting in Games

I woke up after a car accident with a “video game cheat” in my head. They called me a useless wreck, kept alive by a brain-computer interface. Then I opened “Delta Force,” and a pistol from the game suddenly appeared in my hand. Later, black-market arms dealers begged me to supply them. The illegal equipment the FBI was investigating? It was all stock I had “extracted” from the game. When a global crisis broke out, agents from every country were fighting over a single satellite image. I leisurely logged into the game and opened the 【Global Reconnaissance Satellite】 module. The map of the entire world unfolded clearly before my eyes. The people who once said I could “only lie in a hospital bed and wait to die” now asked, trembling, who I really was. I smiled and lowered my helmet visor. “Relax. This round is reality, and I think I unlocked the whole map early.”