Mission?

With a simple ' extract' he already had 12 skill books and a soul by his side. He tried to crouch up from where he was lying down just to just to see someone's butt filling up his vision!

Someone was crouching in front of him! Perhaps hearing Arthur's inner soul screeching, the soldier in front turned around.His heart was busy pumping adrenaline. His movements seemed extremely slow. At that moment he had only one question: " What if sees the books? How will he explain it? Should he say - Hey bud! You can Learn anything at any moment, anywhere. After all, knowledge is the ladder to progress!"... No! He would definitely be considered a mental patient. A perverted sick person!

Even if you like reading and have some books to read, don't bring it to a battle! A small notepad might be okay but 12 whole books? Did he want to throw it at the enemy to get them educated? Moreover there was also the soul glowing like a lamp!

He had a thought that if all those protagonists could have those inexplicable powered up systems with countless benefits, surely he could also have the basic abilities like storage! He didn't have time to think anymore and just had a go at it.

" Store! "

It was a gamble, he would either be a weird soldier sticking to someone's ass, or a deranged book pervert! The books were gone!

He was relieved and even somewhat happy but the soldier was giving him a weird guarded smile and at the same time trying to get away while covering his butt. He might have even become kind of desperate! After all, who knew what a man deprived of his urges would do!

Arthur was having another crisis!

" Don't run, brother! "

- Don't think of me like that! -

The next moment, a bullet burst out of the soldier's head. His face still had that desperate, eager to run - expression, and now no one would ever know what he feared most: was it fear of death or Arthur?

" Was it because of me that he died? "

- It shouldn't be like that! He didn't want him to die. It must be because of the War. It must be ! People die in war. -

Closing the dead man's eyes, he moved away taking his gun. Nothing was more motivating for him at that moment to find a purpose. To distract him from his guilt.

The ground was soaked in blood everywhere. There was a difference of a single moment between life and death here.

He was more careful in collecting weapons. Distraction can rob one's life at any time.

Time was ticking. His system was running in the background. Chaos was still everywhere. He wanted to be stronger, to survive.

[Alert!]

[Equipment was successfully disintegrated]

[Obtained:

>PRIMARY Rifle Shooting EXP*10

>PRIMARY Rifle Melee EXP*5

>INCOMPLETE War Soul ]

[Disintegration EXP +1]

[DO YOU WANT TO EXTRACT? Y|N ]

[ANNOUNCEMENT]

[System EXP is full. Commencing Upgrade.]

[NOTE:

>During upgrade, items cannot be disintegrated.

>Usable function: Store; Retrieve. ]

It was surprising that it could be upgraded. Well it's not like he had the leisure to study his system either. He just retrieved his items. It should be enough for now anyways.

The white energy pulsated all around him, his body getting stronger and better with his skills. It was like sleeping on the softest bed until a disturbing alarm burst his dreams.

[ Requirements Met. ]

[ Converting

•PRIMARY Rifle Shooting into INTERMEDIATE Skill ]

It changed! A change in quality was much better than quantity. Imagine 1000 C4s to a Nuclear bomb! All thats good, but long would it take it to upgrade his system?

None of the novels that he read had a system that could level up in one second, so he probably had to wait a fair share too.

So he needed to get some goals to complete in the meantime.

1. Live. So he had to get the sniper. He would definitely deliver that guy's ass to death himself!

2. ... well let's do the first one and then think about it.

He had built his momentum. His mind was sharp, guns loaded and vigilant. Not an ounce of hesitation.

Just as he was about to go crazy, a soldier( FYI sergeant) rushed over ," You, follow me".

His motivation deflated.

- Brother, who are you? Can't you see that I am going to do some great things? Be a hero?! Such a mood-killer, Tch!...-

" We are going to change locations. "

Arthur's bad mood was swept away. He could leave this goddamn place. After all, his goal was to live! He can forget all his grievances as long as he's safe.

Sergeant, " We have a mission to complete and you are just the person for it. we have observed you shooting with a snipers precision until you finished all your ammo; how you closed your dead comrades eyes with honour and your determination to fight. We need to set off now! "

'Mission' ?! what kind of hell was this? He had an opportunity to get away from this fiery hellhole only to jump into a frying pan! And not to mention, did he see me sticking my face to someone's inexplicable place too?

He followed without asking anything.

The rendezvous was at an isolated place. We gathered around and the sergeant started explaining:

" We are going to do a stealth operation. Agent Carter here will lead us to the enemy's rear end. Our mission is to invade the enemy's rear end, mess them up and come back while our main party will do it from the front! We must do it before 12 midnight and it depends on all of us if we are to win this battle ..."

Arthur was lost in his own world, busy recollecting the punishment for desertion in this era.