When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield - Chapter 1
When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield chapter 1
I had one hobby.
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Last Red Flag (aka Last Red Flag) is an FPS game.
It is an open world set in a private military company, aka PMC, and was a popular FPS game with high degrees of freedom, intense action, and attractive characters.
For that reason, even me, who is far from the latest and the farthest, even touched it.
That was a few years ago, but even now, at the age of 39, I’m still enjoying LaReple.
Steady whenever time permits.
Yesterday, I had to finish the story that I had been working on so far, so I had to start anew from the beginning.
When I pressed the ‘Start New’ button on the main menu, a very familiar character creation screen caught my eye.
All you have to do is set the gender, race, nationality, height, weight, face, body type, etc., and decide on a character name.
After a quick click, I even hit my name at the end.
It’s a name given to me by my father who passed away, meaning I’m strong and I’m big, and I want to be a big and strong person.
From her tall stature to her slender and solid body, to her slender Asian face.
On the other hand, I was an ordinary man of average height and belly, turning forty the day after tomorrow.
“Baby, I hope.”
All of them were eye-catching, but I was more envious of the way they were wearing combat backpacks and tactical vests and holding firearms.
Although it looks different, it was because the feeling was similar to me 10 years ago.
To be precise, at the age of 29, he was a sergeant (Jin) of the 1st Airborne Special Forces Brigade, also known as the Special Forces.
That was my everything and my future.
If it hadn’t been for one of his legs and pelvis being damaged in a car accident, he would still be serving in the military.
The dreams I had every night were no different.
With clean knees without surgery scars, I run around the parade ground, take karate drop training, and occasionally play soccer or foot volleyball.
However, the reality was that when it rained, I was on my knees.
So, while staring at Lee Kang-tae on the screen, I moved on to the next one, albeit slowly.
‘It’s my turn to choose a characteristic.’
It was time to give the character 3 of the 15 traits.
kind of feature.
I’ve already tried all of them, and there are things I’ve used before, so there’s nothing to worry about like the previous settings.
just, just, just right. The three traits I clicked quickly filled the empty slots.
Attribute 1 ＜Marksman＞
: The effect of aim correction is applied to improve aiming speed and accuracy.
Attribute 2 ＜Extreme Stamina＞
: You can sprint for a long time and recover quickly from physical abnormalities caused by physical stress.
Attribute #3 ＜Steel Mental＞
: Does not receive combat stress and resists mental abnormalities.
In addition to this, there were many things that were great just by hearing the name, such as Weapon Master, Full Doping, Berserker, Sixth Sense, and Subtlety, but I did not choose them on purpose.
Because the three characteristics I chose are the basics of a soldier.
Shooting, Stamina, Spirit.
The basics will be different for each land, sea and air force, and each position, but at least those three were fundamental to me. Of course, I worked hard to have those three.
That’s why I chose it often, and it was easy to choose again.
In the meantime, the monitor turned black and a line of text appeared in the center of the screen.
＜Press any key to start the game＞
I paused by pressing the space bar.
‘I didn’t choose the difficulty level?’
Obviously, you had to choose a difficulty level before starting the game. That’s how the screen like now came out.
The moment you realize this.
“… … !”
His body stiffened and he began to fall on his side.
Even my eyes were dark.
It was an instant.
As if he had fallen from his chair, a shock was applied to his entire body.
A tingling sensation hit my brain, from my head to my shoulders and arms.
It was around the time that my eyeballs felt cold as if tears were coming out.
“… me? a little … hey! … Dress up!”
What sound came
sparsely and increasingly loudly.
By the time I listened without knowing why, I began to feel something more.
It was a hot, stuffy wind.
There seemed to be a smell mixed in it, followed by a strange noise.
Around that time, the eyelids also began to strain.
I hurriedly opened my eyes and frowned.
“… … ?!”
It wasn’t my room.
It was outdoors, so dazzlingly bright, that I had to squint my eyes.
Even the misty dust was blowing all over the place, making it look like a desert.
I froze as if I had cognitive dissonance.
Come to think of it, it was not the floor of the room made of yellow rugs, but it was lying on the ground.
I could see large wheels, tires, and some car body by my bedside, and I could see sand-covered asphalt and even yellowish shell casings below.
What happened? Why is this here? no, why me?
It was around the time when all sorts of thoughts rushed in like a tide and I lost my mind for a second or two.
“lee! You finally woke up! Are you out of your mind?!”
“Ugh, sh*t! Surprise!”
“hahahaha, looking at her surprise, she doesn’t seem to be seriously hurt. thank god.”
A white man in his early thirties was sitting at my feet.
Although he was wearing jeans, he was dressed like a soldier with a helmet, vest, all sorts of military gear, and even a gun.
But it looked bad.
A figure covered in blood and dust, struggling to sit, clutching his side.
A soft moan seemed to come out of his mouth.
The moment I looked at this.
The white man I met looked like someone he knew.
It’s familiar enough that it’s not familiar.
Blue eyes, a high nose, a well-groomed brown beard, and a low-pitched voice. It seems like we met not too long ago.
At the end, a name came to mind.
“… Luke? Luke Miller?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a hesitant and concerned voice returned.
“… Oops, have you ever had a problem with your memory? There doesn’t seem to be any trauma? Damn, but you know everything, right?”
“yes? what… … ?”
“oh! Damn, I can’t remember?! What about traveling with VIPs? That too? damn it! ugh… … .”
He groaned for a moment, then shook his head.
“The rebels attacked. Fortunately, the RPG missed, but as you can see, I ended up like this… So Lee! Hurry up and raise your firearms, you have to return fire right away.”
Really, Luke was right.
However, the problem was elsewhere. Although he was right in front of my eyes, he was not a real person.
Specifically, a character in the game.
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Luke was an NPC I always saw in Lareple.
An old teammate who appears mostly in faded black-and-white scenes that bring back memories.
You’ll probably die as soon as the game starts?
“Oh, no way.”
By the time I’m about to speak
With the sound of gunfire, Luke’s face fell back and exploded.
Then, as a corpse, he collapsed beside me.
I finally realized
This was the opening scene of Lareple.