I was reborn on the day that would decide my fate.
My father roared, “What family business can you inherit by becoming a soldier?” On TV, the Langya Special Operations Brigade was conducting an exercise.
But in my mind flashed a horrific scene of their entire force wiped out, a memory from another timeline.
A cold System suddenly bound itself to me: [Apply to the National University of Defense Technology within 48 hours, or this world will collapse into annihilation.]
From then on, I became an outsider living with “memories of the future.”
At my National University of Defense Technology interview, I blurted out strategic concepts that wouldn't exist for another three years. The interviewers' expressions changed at once.
During the Zhurihe exercise, I swept the field with tactics that had yet to be invented, only to be challenged: “Use methods like that on a real battlefield, and you'll have no face to meet the heroes who came before us after you die!”
Then one day, during a rainstorm rescue, I precisely avoided every deadly trap. A superior summoned me in secret: “The seven people you saved... they really did die in another classified report.”
They began calling me the “Wolf of Zhurihe.”
They thought I was merely a whetstone, there to upend their exercises.
They had no idea that my true enemy was a mysterious hand hidden in the shadows of history, rewriting the timeline.
When invaders from parallel worlds tore through reality and bared their fangs;
when the temptation of a “perfect history” quietly spread, seeking to imprison human civilization in eternal stillness;
I stood at the intersection of every timeline, gripping the last card the future had dealt me:
“We are lives that grew stronger through our mistakes. So we will choose... to fight to the very end.”
