Three years ago. Evening. A remote village in the Golden Triangle, Northern Myanmar.
On a tropical summer evening, darkness falls swiftly in the jungle valleys. The lingering glow of the sunset still hung in the southwest, casting long shadows, but the few solar streetlights on the main dirt road flickered on, struggling against the encroaching night.
However, the villagers were all hiding in their stilt houses, and the muddy street was eerily empty.
"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"
"Anyone who dares to fall behind will be shot!"
A group of people were slowly walking down the center of the street, urged on by rough shouts and curses.
Upon closer inspection, it was three men holding rifles, escorting six others toward the northern edge of the village.
Among the six prisoners was a young man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, his face full of panic as he looked around.
This terrified person was Dominik Corvinus. Or rather, a minute ago, he was still an ordinary university student living in Budapest.
After an evening study session, Dominik was riding his mountain bike home along the Danube when he was hit by a speeding luxury car and thrown into the air. His vision went black, and he passed out. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in this world.
Like many students his age, Dominik enjoyed reading web novels and was very familiar with the trope of transmigration.
Although he had fantasized about how exciting a new life could be, the reality was that he was currently being held at gunpoint, unsure of his destination, but certain of the outcome: death.
Immediately after, the original owner of this body imparted some memories to him. It wasn't much—he knew his name was also Dominik Corvinus, 22 years old.
He was a senior student at a University in Europe. He had come to this remote border village in Myanmar to conduct a humanities survey for his graduation thesis, only to be unfortunately abducted by local armed forces.
"The Golden Triangle!?"
Dominik exclaimed inwardly. He couldn't believe this was that Golden Triangle. In his impression, while dangerous, it shouldn't have been this openly lawless.
Looking at the surrounding environment and the architectural style of the village, it felt just like a scene from a war movie like Rambo or Black Hawk Down.
The three men holding firearms behind them looked like bandits—ragged and unkempt. Their skin tones varied, suggesting a mix of locals and mercenaries.
Dominik didn't want to believe it, nor did he dare to believe that he was in the heart of the drug trade. This environment was oppressive, reeking of decay and wet earth.
The houses were mostly bamboo stilts or mud-brick, with some sheds haphazardly built with rusted corrugated iron. The tallest building visible was no more than four stories.
The guns held by the people driving them looked exactly like AK-47s, heavily worn and scratched. Dominik didn't know the specific model.
However... now was not the time for Dominik to dwell on geography, but rather to consider what situation he would encounter next, how to escape, and so on.
Gulp!
Dominik swallowed hard, looking at the militant closest to him. His hands were not tied yet, so maybe he could try to snatch the gun from the other party and then shoot back?
However, Dominik immediately stifled this idea. Firstly, this body was indeed fitter than his previous life, but it was still just a standard student's build.
Secondly, whether he could even wrestle the gun away was a huge question.
What's more, even if he succeeded in snatching it, he would probably be gunned down instantly by the remaining two men.
Death.
The realization that he would die made the hairs on Dominik's neck stand on end. After all, he was just a university student; he was afraid. He was terrified that he would be slaughtered like livestock by this group of people.
[Summoning System loading—-]
[5%—-]
"!"
Hearing a cold, mechanical voice echoing in his ears, Dominik quickly looked left and right, but found no one speaking.
Immediately after, Dominik began to calm down. The voice said "Summoning System," which meant that only he, the transmigrator, could hear it.
Based on his years of reading experience, transmigrators have a high probability of coming with a system.
Phew... Dominik let out a soft sigh of relief, and his heart began to feel more confident. With a system, there was a high chance of saving his life.
But reality is cruel: first it gives you a piece of candy, and then it slaps you hard across the face.
"Hey! Where are you?" Just then, a question crackled from the walkie-talkie on one of the guard's waists.
The guard picked up the walkie-talkie, glanced ahead, pressed the transmit button, and said, "We're at the gate. We'll be able to load soon."
"Remember to drive further into the jungle, and let out more blood." After the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie finished this sentence, the line went dead.
"Mm." The guard merely gave a soft acknowledgment and clipped the walkie-talkie back to his waist.
But after Dominik heard their conversation, his blood ran cold. They had already reached the northern end of the village.
He saw a three-meter-high concrete wall surrounding the warlord's compound, and ahead on the road, two armed militants were guarding a heavy iron gate. This iron gate was stained with dark, dried blood, and upon closer inspection, there were deep scratch marks gouged into the metal.
Dominik could faintly hear low, guttural growls of "Ow... ow..." coming from the dense jungle beyond the wall. Before he could observe more, someone shoved a rough sack over his head, and his hands were zip-tied tightly with plastic rope.
He wanted to struggle, but remembering the cold steel of the guns at his back, he gave up the futile resistance.
Subsequently, Dominik felt himself being shoved into the back of a truck. Connecting this to the recent conversation, once the vehicle started, the six of them would surely die.
"How long is this damn system going to take to load!?" Dominik was screaming internally.
[100%, loading complete. Do you want to activate?]
"Activate! Of course, activate!" Dominik roared in his mind.
[The Summoning System has been successfully activated. This system...]
"Don't talk about that right now! How do I summon! Or rather, how do I use it! Can I summon right now!?"
Dominik interrupted the system's self-introduction. If he let the system finish its monologue, the truck would have already left the compound, and his blood would be draining into the jungle soil!
[Host has a Newbie Gift Pack. Contains: One S-rank Lottery Card. Do you want to use it?]
Hearing about the Newbie Gift Pack, Dominik immediately agreed: "Use it! Use it now!"
[Confirming use of S-rank Lottery Card.]
Along with the system's voice, Dominik could see a golden card floating in the darkness of his mind's eye. Immediately after, the card began to shake violently.
A golden light flashed, and what appeared before Dominik was the profile of a soldier wearing a distinct skull mask and holding a SCAR-L assault rifle.
Subsequently, a data table appeared on the right side of Dominik's vision...
[Task Force 141 Lieutenant, Simon Riley. Codename: Ghost.]
Shooting: 95
Reaction: 89
Combat: 89
Luck: 87
Special Abilities:
Gun Master: Able to skillfully use various firearms. Shooting accuracy will not be affected by any situation, environment, or physical condition. Can serve as a Sniper, Breacher, Machine Gunner, or any other position efficiently.
Skull Intimidation: Due to constantly wearing a skull mask, his presence causes a psychological impact on enemies, with a chance to weaken the enemy's overall attribute points by 2 to 6 points.
Instruction: Can impart all combat knowledge, increasing the overall attribute points of the person being instructed by 15 points (excluding Luck). Note: There is a chance for the student to inherit the 'Gun Master' and 'Skull Intimidation' special abilities.
141 Elite: Even the most difficult and impossible missions can be handled by 141 Elites. Increases overall attribute points by 6 points. (Activation condition: At least four 141 Elites fighting together).