The night I was reborn on the Songhu battlefield, I was bound to the “Rebel System.”
Every time I rewrite a major point of defeat, I unlock another branch of the modern technology tree.
In my first battle in Shanghai, I used future tactics to predict the enemy’s moves and wipe out an elite R Army regiment.
But at the victory banquet, intelligence chief Lord Qin pinned me in a dark alley. “Major Lin, you’re always uncannily prescient. Is it just a coincidence that it’s always after the enemy’s deployment maps go missing?”
I twisted his wrist behind his back and smiled. “Lord Qin, when you examine corpses in the middle of the night, is it just a coincidence that you’re always wearing shirts made by an exclusive Tokyo tailor?”
The System suddenly blared an alarm: [A struggle has broken out between agents altering history. Host, make your choice within three minutes,]
At the same time, the screen displayed: [A. Kiss him] [B. Kill him].
