I Got Run Over by a BMPT and Woke Up on Terra

Wang Shuo is a longtime War Thunder player. The reason his blood pressure rises every day is that a BMPT has flanked him again.

That day, as usual, he was blown up by a BMPT in the game. Before he could finish cursing, another BMPT burst out of a flash of white light, smashed his TV stand, and punched through reality itself.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in an endless snowy wasteland, wearing only a thin hoodie and a single slipper. Beside him stood the steel behemoth that had transmigrated with him.

The strange, shimmering black crystals in the ruins in the distance would eventually tell him the truth: this was the world of Arknights, the frozen tundra of Ursus, a full ten years before the main story began.

And a System from War Thunder meant he could repair, upgrade, and even modify this steel monster from another world.

The Infected were treated like livestock, Mobile Cities struggled to survive natural disasters, and the powers of every nation maneuvered in the shadows. The characters he had once liked in the game were all still at the starting points of their destinies, not yet the people he knew.

Was a transmigrator who arrived ten years early a prophet, or merely an outsider meddling in things that were none of his business?

Was a steel tank from another world a divine weapon that could save the day, or a paper tiger that would fall apart at the slightest poke?

As the wheels of history began to veer from their original course, as people who were supposed to die survived because of his intervention, and people who were supposed to live died because he was there...

Wang Shuo had to answer one question:

Did someone who knew the future have the right to change it?