Vincent Strider was a gun for hire who made a living by killing whoever it was his clients wanted dead. But during one mission, he died in a fierce gunfight. However, death was not the end for him. Vincent found himself reincarnated in another world, facing a floating interface that flickered before his eyes. [Synchronizing Host!] [Military System initializing.] Vincent found out that in this system he received, he can summon soldiers, tanks, aircrafts, and even warships! This is going to be exhilarating.
Meanwhile, inside the Dwarven Kingdom, the halls were filled with the sound of dwarven voices raised in celebration. The signing between Vincent and Velara had been a success, marking a pivotal moment for both parties. As mugs of ale clanked together and laughter echoed through the stone halls, the mood was abruptly shattered.
The doors to the hall burst open, and one of the dwarven guards stumbled in, his armor scraped and his face pale with urgency. "We're under attack!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward the guard. Velara, seated beside Vincent, immediately stood up, her expression hardening. "What do you mean, under attack?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
The guard, still catching his breath, stammered, "Stone Sentinels...they are destroyed!"