Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Who am I?

How many months has it been since I was reborn into this world?

I still don't know who I am.

It was just a game, but it became my everything.

Whether my eyes are open or closed, it's always there.

When I came into this world, I didn't even feel a single thought of sadness.

It seems there's nothing to miss about the previous world.

A bright spot appeared in the darkness of my mind, and then slowly approached.

It was a fragment, reflecting a faint light, and one could almost see the pattern on its surface, which seemed to be Han Che's house from his previous life.

The fragment slowly slid into Han Che's brow, and that scene appeared before his eyes.

At that moment, he was sitting in front of the computer, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, on the crosshair in the center.

boom!

"Great gun, bro! Great gun!"

The enemy had barely peeked out from the camera when Han Che swiftly and decisively headshot him.

The words "team wiped out" appeared in the center of the screen, and cheers from his teammates could be heard. Then, Han Che controlled his character to turn around and run to the wall to revive his killed teammates.

"Banban, the team's wiped out! Time to eat buns..."

The sound faded into the distance, the image scrolled rapidly, and Han Che, the man in the image, was sitting in his gaming chair, staring at the screen.

Game after game, day after day.

The sun rises and sets outside the window, day after day, night after night.

Except for very few rest periods, Han Che almost never left this small bedroom.

Han Che silently looked at the image of the former Han Che in the picture.

"Games no longer seem to be games; they've become my everything."

"Once I leave the game, I can't even find anyone to talk to."

"Perhaps being reborn isn't such a bad thing for me?"

"If I could start over, even in a foreign land, I might be able to live a better life."

……

Han Che opened his eyes, and all he could see was blood red. The pungent smell of blood choked him, making him unable to scream.

Through his blurred vision, he could only see a person with both hands raised, stabbing him viciously.

After a sharp pain, my vision went dark again.

……

Immediately afterwards, more specks of light flashed through my mind, and several more fragments flew in from the depths, piecing themselves together.

"Warrior, all soldiers at Tide Prison have assembled. Please give your instructions."

"Two shield bearers, step forward! You two will stay with me the entire time, and I will personally command you."

Han Che looked at the prison guards gathered in the familiar warden's office, and the two shield bearers who looked slightly nervous, and felt a little nostalgic.

The most nervous one was actually the one wearing a white mask, trying to appear calm.

"I am Geheros."

"I never imagined that I would transmigrate into the body of Geheros, with the sole purpose of survival."

"It's kind of funny."

"I didn't want to live this much in my previous life, but in this life I accepted the setting in a second and then decided to live."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Your Excellency Warden, what a wonderful title!"

"Being a map boss and leading your minions to give you a foot massage, haha, it's really sneaky, but I like it."

……

The guy had one foot on him, and seemed to be a little agitated, hunching over and coughing heavily.

Han Che's sense of killing intent was still piercing, but he could do nothing about it. The instinct of pain made him twist his body, which caught Anderson's attention.

……

The video didn't seem to stop. Han Che thought he had just been lost in thought, but the screen had already moved several times.

A heavily armored suit, charred black from fire, lay there paralyzed.

"For money! Everything is for money!"

"Everything costs money!"

"Boss, we brothers trust you and are very grateful to you."

"In war, casualties are inevitable, and we all know that."

"I am Geheros!"

"I found a reason to live. I had a group of brothers with me; they trusted me and followed me! They were my right-hand men!"

"I'm the warden, I'm their boss, and I'm going to keep them alive—that's the promise I made to them!"

"I promised them that no matter what they sacrificed, I would resurrect them and bring them home, but I broke my promise that day..."

"Because I have no money, I now understand that every world is the same, regardless of what I do."

"Everyone's in it for profit; it was for money in our past lives, and it's for money in this one too!"

"I don't know what to do with the money from my previous life. Money is the standard for measuring everything."

"I work day and night taking orders and providing gaming services, just for that string of numbers in my account. My life hasn't changed at all."

"But things are different now; the money I lacked has become my punishment."

"Money, money, money! I want money! I want lots and lots of money!"

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same, it's all about money!"

"The difference is that this time I have a goal: to ensure they come back alive."

Fragments of memory pieced together and flooded into his mind, making Han Che feel as if he were back in those scenes, his consciousness growing increasingly blurred.

The pure black ReLink was implanted in the operating room, and large amounts of bright red blood splattered onto the floor and walls.

When Anderson opened his eyes again, he was lying on his back, inhaling the asthma inhaler from the small silver canister.

The loss of consciousness and the pain in his body led Han Che to take out the "I am Geheros" token.

Once we upgrade, everything will be alright, right?

This wasn't Han Che's thought; it was more like a voice that appeared directly in his mind. But the voice was Han Che's own, as if it truly replaced Han Che's thoughts.

Let's do it this way.

Han Che's hand, holding the badge, trembled as he moved it toward his body.

Anderson, who was inhaling the spray deeply, stopped what he was doing and watched Han Che's actions expectantly.

The badge slowly pressed down towards his chest, just before making contact.

A scene then popped into my mind.

It looks like a player world. Is this a war? Why are there so many soldiers?

But this doesn't seem like a memory, because Han Che is certain that he has never experienced it.

But the visuals are incredibly realistic and evoke a strong sense of familiarity.

Han Che could even predict what would happen next in the video.

When Anderson saw Han Che's hand frozen less than an inch from his chest, he bent down and forcefully pushed Han Che's hand toward his chest.

Unexpectedly, Anderson, who had been overwhelming Han Che with his strength thanks to the system's enhancement, was suddenly unable to move.

But the scene in front of Han Che was rapidly collapsing, with static and noise appearing everywhere, and even the sound was becoming chaotic.

"Wait! Let me see what they're looking for!" Han Che's eyes widened.

Anderson increased the force, and Han Che could no longer see anything in the center of the image in front of him.

"Wait! Where are they going? Who is this person?"

Han Che felt anxious for some reason, but he could no longer see anything clearly on the screen, only a blurry white shadow in the center.