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DC: Strongest Gamer

After my death, I was reborn in the great DC world and got the system! The hour has come to become the strongest! This is a translation, with the approval of the author! More chapters: https://www.pat reon.com/astral331

DaoistC3PZue · 漫画同人
分數不夠
178 Chs

Chapter 1

"Hello. The system greets you. You have died, and now the God of the Game invites you to find a new life. Do you want this? "

Well no

Well, yes, of course.

Congratulations. Now you have a chance for a new life.

Select the world you want to be reborn in the catalog.

So, sir. I wonder what you can choose here ...

Aha! In addition to books, manga, anime and all sorts of films, you can be reborn in several more alternative realities of the Earth. For example, in the present tense, when I died, in the future. Or even in the past. This interested me. I often read about going back in time, but not under the circumstances when the God of Games offers you this.

Although not he personally, but still ...

Perhaps I'll choose this!

The World Is Chosen - DC Comics!

Select: Continent, country, region, people, social status, gender ...

So. Gender - of course, male! I'm not homosexual!

People? Hmm. What should I choose? I was a man of Slavic roots, let it be Russian, since there are Russians in the world in which I find myself. And although ... no, perhaps let there be an auto selection. I will experiment at least once in my life. Race restriction only chose. Man (White).

Social status? From the middle class, of course. Only here not too many became available to me.

Profession: Teacher, doctor, scientist, military man, policeman ...

I think I'll choose a police officer.

So, sir, and now the appearance. Ha! I have the right to choose, which was not in my first life. You need to use it to the maximum. So, sir, what have we got here ...

The choice of appearance is complete!

Well, what rushed ...

Loading the World ...

Data processing…

Synchronization…

Congratulations! You have been reborn in a new body.

In order to find out something important, or to clarify things you do not understand, enter the "Help".

Good game!

I immediately went into it.

Player information.

Name: Isaac Dinklage

Life: 250

Level: 1

Exp: 0/100

Class: Tough cop (beginner), Loser, Russian hitman (ordinary)

Parameters:

- Strength: 15

- Dexterity: 5

- Stamina: 19

- Intelligence: 5

- Intuition: 2

- Free points: 0

Feature: Orphan, Lone Wolf, Sociopath, Loser.

Skills: "Stealth - lvl 1", "shooting - lvl 2", "hand-to-hand combat - lvl 5"

Special skills: "Cooking - level 2", "Playing the guitar - level 5", "Finding problems - level 10"

Yes, I got the body. This ... frame is twenty-three years old. Police rookie in Gotham City. He served exactly three years in the army, and then quarreled with the unit commander: a fight, a scuffle, a scuffle to a colonel, a departure from the army ... With a ban on further service in the armed forces. And at the same time, a very serious blunder was recorded in my personal file. Like, I'm a rowdy, a parasite, a drunkard and a very bad person.

The guy found a new job in the police. At first everything was fine: he passed the courses, passed the exams ... But because of a mistake in his personal file, he was sent to Gotham, the most criminogenic city in the United States. Yes, they merged me ...

He really is a loser. Moreover, a loser orphan. Parents are also career soldiers. But both died when Isaac was a couple of years old. An orphanage, a school, then a military academy, and a departure from the army.

It seems that the System decided to joke at me together with the Player. They are bored with the campaign. So they put such a pig on me.

+ 1 to Intuition.

+ 1 to Intellect.

Just great!

Heck! If I hang around here even longer, I'll be late for my first day as a police officer.

So, my appearance is very good: a tall brunette 180 cm, gray eyes, fair skin, fit, athletic physique, I would say. It is strange that the characteristics are so small.

Dressing quickly, without having breakfast, I locked my rented room with a key and ran off to work. Fortunately, my recipient knew where the site was, and the site itself was not far from his place of residence.