[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Koenig also turned on his headphones and replied to Ghost: "Thanks, Lieutenant, you're an angel in the devil."

The ghost's deep voice sounded again:

"Shut up, that's disgusting."

Background Perspective - Koenig

Arrogance is looking down on others and showing no manners or respect.

Prejudice is a subjective judgment, an unfair view that ignores the feelings and thoughts of others.

When arrogance and prejudice combine, they produce an even more terrible behavior: discrimination.

König... no, it should be Kilgore, that's his real name.

Kilgore grew up under this kind of discrimination from birth.

He hadn't done anything wrong. He lived a peaceful life with his mother, who often told him to avoid conflicts with others and to be the most inconspicuous person in the crowd.

Yet he was still surrounded by discriminatory gazes, mocked by malicious words, and openly ostracized by the group.

He hadn't done anything wrong; the whole thing stemmed from the fact that he had reddish-brown hair!

But it was this head of red hair that made him and his mother suffer countless discriminations and exclusions.

His childhood was filled with nicknames like "trash," "savage," "idiot," and "useless thing," along with the teasing, beatings, and ridicule from his classmates, and the indifference from his teachers and elders.

Oh, and there were also the mother's tears.

His mother, also a redhead, faced insulting nicknames, the frivolity of men, and the contempt of other women. From her job to preparing daily meals, she was constantly confronted with unavoidable malice whenever she stepped outside.

At first, the clueless Kilger didn't know the source of their malice, and his mother always avoided talking about it.

Whenever he asked, his mother would look at him with a sorrowful and numb gaze, and then repeat the same sentence.

"It will pass, it will pass..."

Whether those words were spoken to him or to his mother, Gilger didn't know.

With no outlet for his confusion and pain, Gilger could only confide in his only plush toy.

He recounted his experiences of the day to the plush toy in his hand, word by word, without omitting a single detail.

At the end of each conversation, Kilgore would always ask it repeatedly: Why is that?

Until he found the answer he needed in a book.

The darker the hair color (gold, brown, red), the lower the social status, much like the hierarchy of white, yellow, brown, and black hair. People categorize themselves into different classes and then discriminate against those of lower status.

Both are caused by historical reasons, but the hierarchy of hair color is different. Black, as the darkest hair color, is the highest in status, representing power and perfection.

In the past, the royal family was considered legitimate, with kings, queens, princes, and princesses all having black hair. Even having blond hair would lead to being neglected.

Knowing the reason, Kilger couldn't accept it. Why?! Why should a person's status be defined by their hair color? Why should he suffer all this absurd and unfair treatment?

The little boy was determined to change this unfair situation and tried to reason with them, but he was met with even worse treatment. His injuries became more and more numerous and severe with each incident.

His mother raised him alone, working very hard every day. In addition, she herself was like a sponge that was about to dry up, so she couldn't give him much nourishment.

So he would treat his injuries himself whenever he got hurt, not wanting his mother to worry about him when she came home.

Through this daily bullying, Kilgore also learned a lesson.

His personal will cannot shake the accumulation of history, but he cannot be weak either. If he himself acquiesces to this rule, then he will live in this malice for the rest of his life!

He can't change it, but that doesn't mean he won't fight back!

He found his advantage: his height.

His height, which is much greater than that of his peers, allows him to easily suppress others, and he can even take on two people at once.

But he was too thin, lacking muscle and suffering from malnutrition, leaving him powerless to fight back when he was attacked by a mob.

So one evening at dinner, Kierger put down the spoon in his vegetable soup and mustered the courage to ask his mother for help.

"Mom, I want to eat meat! I want to eat lots of meat and eggs! I want to get strong!"

His mother looked at his stubborn eyes for a long time, neither saying yes nor no.

From that day on, his bowl of every meal included meat and eggs, while his mother continued to eat the same simple food as before.

Kilger wolfed down his food, not letting a single scrap of meat or crumb go to waste, even when the food was almost in his throat.

He also learned fighting and combat skills through television and books, and spent all his time exercising.

His weight was increasing little by little, and he was growing taller day by day. He was able to help his mother with more and more chores.

Finally, when he was 14 years old, he saw a glimmer of hope when he single-handedly defeated a small group of seven people for the first time!

Since begging won't earn us respect, let's use our fists, punch them one punch after another until they shut up, until they beg for mercy, until they are filled with fear!

He only needs their fear, not their respect, since he's never actually possessed that thing anyway!

For the next two years, Kilger, with his tall stature and fists, had two years of relatively normal life, and also earned his mother two years of equal treatment in life.

But this life was too short. His mother's remarriage caused him, who was determined to work hard for himself and his mother, to suddenly lose his goal.

He moved to a new home in Germany with his mother, but his personality made it difficult for him to fit into the new family. His mother's troubled expression became more and more frequent, and his inner turmoil became more and more apparent.

Until he saw a recruitment advertisement on the street.

Seventeen-year-old Kilgore made a life-changing decision: he wanted to join the army!

He received training in the German Armed Forces, during which, unsurprisingly, he faced discrimination. His teammates, who should have been his supporters, constantly mocked him and secretly made things difficult for him.

He resorted to his old method: using his fists to shut them up!

Then, he was punished, but he also became famous overnight and became one of the best among the new recruits!

Because of these experiences, Kierger began to avoid interacting with people. He made a mask to hide his emotions and isolate himself from the gaze of others.

Later, he was selected for the Kommando spezialkrfte (German KSK), an elite special forces unit of the German Federal International Army.

Moreover, his outstanding and efficient performance earned him the codename Konig (King), and his former name was thus buried.

Although Koenig hoped to join the fifth platoon and become a reconnaissance sniper.

However, his superior rejected him because of his large size and his inability to remain still due to anxiety.

Ultimately, he was assigned to the front row, becoming an expert in intervention negotiations and serving as a key figure in assaults on controversial sites.

During a mission, Koenig destroyed a human trafficking organization's base in Berlin. He single-handedly stormed a townhouse and killed 12 criminals inside!

However, his mask frightened the hostages.

The hostages couldn't trust him, and were eventually persuaded by his teammates to follow Koenig to a safe place.

His efficient yet violent methods are admirable, but his attire and taciturn nature add to his terrifying and dangerous aura.

In short, he became known as a violent assault soldier; no one wanted to understand the real him, nor did anyone want to get close to him.

Teammates are only teammates during battle; once off the battlefield, he is still alone.

Later, Koenig wanted to join the special forces and enrich himself through more diverse combat modes, but due to international issues, it was inconvenient for Germany to allow him to participate as a German soldier.

König was then transferred back to his country and joined the Austrian special forces.

He joined the newly formed multinational special counter-terrorism unit, commanded by Price, as an Austrian soldier.

The change of workplace didn't bother Koenig at all; he remained the same no matter where he was.

He never expected that a mission two months later would change his life.

That day, he was eating in the corner as usual when a figure sat down diagonally opposite him.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

A cheerful female voice rang out.

Koenig glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw an Asian woman with a head of jet-black hair.

Although he has been trying to get rid of hair color discrimination, it has still left an impact on his mind, causing him to subconsciously associate it with other people when he looks at them.

Koenig didn't know how to answer the girl, or rather, he wasn't used to it.

After all, in his thirty-odd years of life, no one with black hair would take the initiative to talk to him in the first half of his life, and he also resisted interacting with other people in the second half.

But the girl seemed to take his silence as a rejection and got up to leave.

Koenig finally mustered his courage and whispered, trying to persuade him to stay: "It's okay."

And so began their destiny: Koenig's friend, who was thirty years late, finally appeared!

The girl's code name is yn, and no one knows her real name, but no one here cares about a person's real name.

YN loves to laugh, has a lively personality, is very tolerant and gentle, not at all hypocritical or arrogant, and works very hard!

At least, that's how Koenig saw it.

A black-haired girl, tolerant, hardworking but not arrogant, and sometimes speaks in an artistic and philosophical way.

For Koenig, this was the perfect friend, the perfect woman.

But this perfect friend always made Koenig feel insecure; she was always surrounded by many people, and he seemed to be the one who was dispensable.

His anxiety made him always want to do something for her to prove himself and that he was qualified and worthy to be her friend.

But she said, "Kornig, no matter what kind of person you are, we will always be friends."

There is no need to provide value, no need to hide one's personality, and no need to waste one's energy internally.

She smiled and gently accepted Koenig.

But Koenig knew that it couldn't be fair; he needed YN too much.

He needed this, his only friend, the girl who was like a sunflower in his heart.

So he dealt with the person who had hurt her; after all, it didn't matter whether his hands were stained with more or less blood.

This was his proof, a silent proof that she was unaware of.

But Koenig didn't need her to know; all she needed to do was smile at him.

Koenig felt he was going a little crazy, that he was getting too caught up in the relationship, and he knew that wasn't normal.

In particular... when he saw YN wearing a flowing French dress, he had a bizarre thought.