Tyrant: Starting with Call of Duty

A game, or reality?

After death, he was tossed into one ridiculous world after another, enduring indifference, mockery, bullying, and betrayal...

Laying down your weapon became a laughable excuse for earning forgiveness, while good people weren't allowed to make even a single mistake.

In a cruel world, an old soldier willing to give everything for his country was ruthlessly abandoned on the battlefield of Stalingrad on the eve of victory.

Beneath the gloomy sky, a black curtain of rain swallowed the horizon, and the light disappeared completely.

“Why...”

A drizzle fell from the ashen sky. On the smoke-filled battlefield, Xia Jie knelt, battered and bruised, staring blankly at Rezanov as his body slowly grew cold. Salty rainwater streamed down the young man's cheeks. He couldn't tell whose tears they were.

“Xia... Jie, this world is gray. Stay alive... for my sake... Be a little more selfish, a little colder, and make yourself stronger. I'll always be with you...” The old soldier let go, and the last light faded from his eyes.

Shaking, he drew the Tokarev from his waist. His icy heart pressed against the ground as he crawled, completely merging with the mud.

Not far away, the Brandenburg Regiment's special forces soldiers were slowly closing in.

They knew this was their only chance to surround and kill the ‘Black Grim Reaper,’ and they would stop at nothing to do it.

“Old man, I promise you: from this moment on, Xia Jie is dead.”

The voice that came from the darkness no longer offered warmth. Instead, it sent a chill through everyone who heard it.

“The one alive now is Xia Jie.”

Tentative mission: Biohazard Ancient Tomb. Reader group: 1094656167