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Reincarnated As A MC With The Highest Compatibility Rate

Mark, a military officer, dies in battle and unexpectedly regains consciousness, only to discover he had inhabited the body of a 17-year-old named Dennis. He also realized that this was a different earth. As he recovered memories from Dennis, he made even more shocking discoveries... "Earth's location in space got shifted three years ago?" The circumstances encompassing this revelation, as well as the effects it brought upon the human race, rocked Mark to his core. Dennis, who was orphaned from the earth-shifting incident, had gotten drafted into the Modified Combatant program. This was created to train humans and experiment on them to increase their compatibility rate with the new Ultimate Vestro Battle suit created by government scientists, which had an inbuilt system. This was in a bid to bring out the full potential of the suit so humans would be powerful enough to resist and battle against the extraterrestrial forces plaguing the planet. Despite this being a dangerous endeavour, Dennis agreed to be a part of the program so he could cater to his little brother, who happened to be the only family member he had left. How will Mark, who had now become Dennis, move forward after getting thrown into such a catastrophic world while bearing an insanely high compatibility rate with the suit...? ------- [ Activating Memory data... ] [ Operator recognised ] [ Operator name: Dennis Slark ] [ Level : 1 ] [ Compatibility rate: 99.09% ] [ Cores Harvested: 0 ] --------- "Cores? What is that?"

TimVic · Sci-fi
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102 Chs

Capturing One Of Theirs

"Boss Alvez," Dennis replied promptly, invoking a name he had overheard earlier among the rebels.

"He's coordinating the response to the attack. You're needed elsewhere."

The mention of Alvez seemed to tip the balance. Nodding reluctantly, the guards vacated their posts, leaving Dennis alone outside the suspicious tent.

Without waiting a second longer, he slipped inside, the flap closing silently behind him.

The sight that greeted him was one he had not anticipated.

In the dim light of the tent, a man in a military uniform was bound and gagged, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and shock.

The uniform was like those worn by the operatives of Shelter 335.

Dennis's eyes narrowed as he moved swiftly, the face of the captive triggering a flicker of recognition — it was Enrique, the very man whose image had been imprinted in his memory thanks to the briefing photos provided by the commander.