[Transmigration + War of Resistance + System + passionate growth + no saintly protagonist]
“Why doesn’t this game even have an exit button?”
After waking from a nap, Lin Feng, a slacker, is thrown straight into the meat grinder of the 1937 Battle of Shanghai.
Naval guns roar overhead. Corpses litter the ground. There are no safe zones, no respawn points, and you only get one life.
At first, all he wants is to stay alive. Then his comrades fall one after another on the charge, and his veteran squad leader takes a deadly piece of shrapnel for him with his own body.
Lin Feng finally comes to his senses. There’s no winning peace through escape in this scorched land. Give ground, and you’re dead.
[Battlefield Survival System activated.]
With nowhere left to retreat, he refuses to retreat.
Lin Feng wipes the blood from his face, climbs out of a pile of corpses, and pulls back the mud-caked bolt of his rifle.
“You like fighting so much? Fine. I’ll check every last one of your cards today.”
From a shell crater on the Shanghai battlefield, an iron-blooded ghost, feared by countless Japanese invaders, opens his eyes.
At last, he understands: there are no respawn points here. Everyone gets only one life.
[Battlefield Survival System activating…]
“Fine. If I can’t slack off, I’ll teach the Japanese what it means to have their cards checked.”
