1 Chapter 1

I am Isaac Smith, I'm 25 and I am a programmer, currently, I'm having a heart attack. It's most likely from stress. It's a damn shame that I'll die not being able to live past 40, unknowingly I'm quite calm and not distressed as I thought I would be.

'If I get reincarnated, I hope that I'll live my life to the fullest, and don't die miserably,' those were my final thoughts before dying.

. . .

'Damn, I thought I died' I opened my eyes only to see that I'm currently in a military room where people are discussing a war plan to take over an army outpost. The first thing that I noticed was that my emotions were dull and felt that this was like a dream.

"Isaac, do you have any suggestions?" A military officer looked at me and asked, 'Hmm? Where am I? At least my name is still the same.'

I pretend to think about it deeply and say. "No, sir," The military officer nodded, and the 'meeting' was over not long after.

After looking for my room which I struggled with for a bit, I managed to find my room. Luckily I didn't share a room with anybody, I guessed that if this was the military I would be in a barracks, and would really have a room, but I guess this body has some status here. Firstly I checked the mirror, and I was pretty fit and had a somewhat handsome face. I still had my blonde hair.

Then I began researching myself because I didn't know anything about where I am and what position I hold.

"Damn, I transmigrated or reincarnated." After what seemed like forever, I managed to get a hold of information about myself and the world. Not only that my memory was foggy I couldn't remember some things about my past, or even if I died, last thing I remembered was stressing over work.

Anyway, the world I transmigrated to is called Galgilide. Although it's technologically advanced (like Earth), it is currently experiencing many mutant monster outbreaks, recently discovered that aliens exist, and is currently experiencing wars for resources. Before the wars, the population count was 8.7 billion, but now it's 3.6 billion. A lot of people died uselessly, but lately, the remaining countries have decided to stop the wars to decrease death, still, some continue fighting, but in secret.

Mutated monster-like creatures exist here. It is unknown when or how they appeared, but their bones are tougher than steel and their skin is tougher than kevlar. People called transcendents or supers constantly raid their communities or sometimes look for monsters that stray away and kill them to collect their materials. Most of them are very rich, but with the current war, most are either killed, join the army, or disappear. Some civilians believe the country is killing them because they have too much freedom to develop and are turning dangerous.

The aliens were a highly advanced civilization. Luckily they were friendly and shared knowledge on how to break the body's limits and achieve superhuman strength and similar abilities. Most people get unique skills based on genetic code that allow different things. Some can get telekinesis, and some have a super-strength. These people are called awakened or supers. Most of them were hunters, but recently they joined the military while some disappeared. The military recently began sponsoring people with talent to awaken. It's believed that the aliens gave a solution to help people awaken, but seeing as how many people are actually supers I believe that there's a high chance that whatever they have that can awaken people is highly toxic to the human body, and only a few survive. Good thing that I'm not awakened, or I'd be stuck in this outpost for a long time.

Supers are categorized into different classes there are main classes and side classes, the main classes are categorized into three main classes; Pugilist, Esper, and Mechanic. Pugilist like the word implies is a fighter, they specialize in close combat and have awakened strength type power they mainly focus on the physique. Esper is a person who practices the development of psychic and supernatural abilities, they awaken abilities like reading the mind or abilities that seem to bend the laws of physics. The mechanic is someone who makes equipment and technology, unlike the latter classes it seems quite weak but they shouldn't be underestimated. They mainly focus on intelligence and they are good strategists unlike the explanation, they can fight, they use the weapons they create to defeat their opponents or maybe just make a missile and launch them at their enemies.

I don't really get them, while they can be powerful, they are usually weak and just create equipment for pugilists and espers instead of frontal assault.

They are quite in demand because they can make equipment that's strangely enhanced, take an example of a pistol, while a factory can make a normal pistol, a mechanic creates a pistol that has more firepower than an assault rifle and a bullet that can set people on fire.

The information about myself is a lot more complicated. It says that I one day appeared and asked to join the army. I was suspicious at the time, so I was kept watch. In the interviews that I was given, 'I' told them that I couldn't remember who I was, except for my name and age, and I was suggested to come here and sign up. Later they did some mental health checks and found that I was perfectly fine and allowed me to stay at camp, they found it strange that 'I' didn't try to find out about my past, it was as if I left it all behind. 'I' stayed here for three years, have been in a couple of operations, and have been assigned a pretty high rank. Also 'I' seem to be very talented at fighting, shooting, driving, and so on. I just hope that I inherited those abilities. It would be nice to get a transmigration bonus.

The important thing is that I knew that I had to escape from here. I definitely had to treasure my second chance. I began brainstorming ideas, and I made up a story. The story was simple 'I remembered who I am, and I'm leaving to look for my 'wife' who might be dead' I wanted to use that story to excuse myself from my duties and escape, I also wanted to present mental problems, so that it would be easier to get discharged.

I got mentally prepared and went to the general's office. Walking into the room, I saw the most average middle-aged man I have ever seen. He looked up at me and smiled. It was a warm smile that any parent would give to their child.

"H-Hello, sir." As soon as I said that, he furrowed his brows. It seemed that I didn't act normally. I ignored it and sat down on the chair. "I remember who I am… I would like to ask for my discharge. Immediately"

"Sigh… Normally it would be a big problem with your contract coming to an end we could let you off a little early, but the operation is soon and we need you, so you'll only be able to leave after the mission." As he said that, I had a miniature heart attack. "But that's not important, tell me about your past." He was smiling, but I also felt that he was sad for some reason. And also didn't seem to believe me, I to wouldn't believe myself if I said I remembered everything.

"As you already know, my name is Isac Smith, I am 24. What you probably didn't know is that I am a programmer, I have… or maybe had a wife, I have no family other than her and everything else is a bit foggy, the thing is that I need to find my wife… " After I say all that, an awkward silence began, after a bit, I begin stressing that I might be found out, but soon he received a call and I had to leave, I hoped he believed me, but it was unlikely. walking down the corridor people greeted me, and I awkwardly responded. As I inched closer to my room, I got a notification on my phone, but I didn't dare check it.

As I'm sitting in my room stressing about what to do and how to escape, I suddenly realized, "Wait… I transmigrated," finally regained my emotions which seemed to be locked and I quickly become emotional and realized how much I lost. "My mom, dad, brother, friends, everyone that I cared for is gone and there is nothing I can do, It's not like I can return… " with these thoughts my mind begins spiraling, and for the first time in a long time I break down.

I sat with myself for the rest of the day and cried.

"Everyone I hope you're doing well… I promise. I. Will. Survive."

[Goal set… Congratulations on 'Reincarnating']

[Asigning System based on Goal, Reincarnated place, and Probability of survival…]

[Assigned the TLM model of system… Balancing…]

[Congradulations you have gained System "TLM-V7.0386"]

[Due to Balance changes, awarded 1X Ability Creation Coupon]