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I didn't choose system

Vikram was a normal soldier if you consider a person normal who treats the real world like an RPG game. And the problem is that he does not even know this, a person who considers the value of death to be equal to a stone on the road, his own and others equally. But this man was martyred in one of his missions. The world where he lives had around a population of eight billion, but leaving all of them somehow this guy transmigrated to another world. Into the body of another guy who has his own shit to handle. And as things could not get any worse, he also came to know that this so-called New World is the same as his favorite novel. So in simple words, this story is about a f***** up guy and his f***** up life, and about how he may be able to come out of this cycle of f***** up life. •••••••••••••••• This is my first novel. I am not a native English speaker so I am going to have lots of grammar and spelling mistakes. so give me criticism as much as you can give. if you like it or not at last please put a review so I can make sure whether I should stop working on this novel or not.

CreatorKratos · Kỳ huyễn
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prologue

"keep breathing"

"keep breathing"

I know I am dying but I can't feel any pain., my ears are ringing and I can't even hear the sound of a helicopter taking me to someplace in the fast phase.

Many thoughts are coming into my mind. My sister's crying face is repeatedly piercing my sanity like a needle.

Should I have never come to this place? Was my mission more valuable than my life or

should I ask myself do I even care about my life?do I even know myself?

I know this much that I am not like the Light that can easily measure the value of a person's life according to a person's ability.

But I also know that I do not care about everyone's life in the same way as a naive idiot, for me value of my loved ones and my own life is more than other's life.

So why did I come here in the end? Am I here to teach some Idiots to the law of Karma? Or did I just come here to prove myself a hero?

The sound of the helicopter which was coming very slowly has now stopped completely, my blood-soaked body has been brought down by someone from the helicopter / about 10-20 doctors are standing around me making a circle and looking at me with pity in their eyes eye.

I remember my childhood which is mostly filled with bad memories.

"The bullet hit directly in the chest.his lungs are damaged. Immediately shift him to ICU"

`Well I know I have a huge hole in my chest and even if you save me I will be crippled for the rest of my life `

I know I am going to die but what would have happened if I had been born somewhere else or if I would have been born once again?

`strange thoughts are coming to my mind now.` huh

"Sir his heartbeat is going down"

"Give me a defibrillator and set it high"

Now he going to give me a Shock. He is more serious than I thought.

"1"

"2"

"3

`sigh` 'So I die'

huh

Or not.

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