[Multiverse] The Reincarnated One's Journey Across Multiverse

In a small ditch in a mountain range, a young man of about 18 or 19, holding two pistols and wearing camouflage, spoke into his communicator, "Dark Wolf, take care of the sniper in the valley."

"Understood, boss!" A figure in a ghillie suit behind a rock adjusted his sniper rifle and aimed at the valley.

"Boom boom!" Two shells slammed into the ditch, splashing mud everywhere.

"Damn!" Shirakawa Yuki cursed under his breath, now covered in mud. He stood, fired a few shots, then ducked back into the ditch. His team had been ambushed by hostile forces. This operation had been split into four groups, and they never expected a leak.

"Are you ready, Dark Wolf?" Yuki stayed low, doing his best to avoid bullets.

The shellfire grew fiercer, and the ditch began to fill with mud. He feared another shell might hit him directly.

"Ready!" Dark Wolf's voice came through, followed by the muffled sound of a silencer.

With a sigh of relief, Yuki holstered his pistols, then ran toward a boulder nearby.

As he moved, enemy fire opened up. Bullets streaked past him. He was almost at the boulder when a bullet tore into his thigh.

"Hmm!" Pain shot through him, his forehead vein bulging. He quickly wrapped a bandage around his leg and glanced over the situation.

The pain was sharp, but he pushed it aside. He drew his pistol and fired a few shots, then tossed the empty gun aside and drew another. He checked the remaining bullets, reloaded, and continued firing.

"Dark Wolf, retreat now! I'll cover you. That's an order."

"But—" Dark Wolf hesitated.

Yuki gritted his teeth, his leg bleeding, "This is an order! Retreat, now!"

After a pause, Dark Wolf's voice came back firm, "Yes, boss."

He breathed a little easier, but his expression hardened. "Even if I die, I'll drag a few of them down with me." He pulled out his grenades, tied them together, and prepared for the enemy's approach.

The heat of Africa was unbearable. Sweat soaked his body. His wound bled more, and the loss of blood made his vision blur. But he held the grenades tightly in his hands.

The enemy's footsteps finally came. A group of men, armed with AK47s, approached. A man in a military uniform stepped forward, sneering.

"The legendary Twin Pistols? Not so legendary now, is it?" He motioned to his men to lower their guns and took one himself.

With a click, the man aimed the rifle at Yuki's forehead.

Yuki smiled despite the pain. With a swift movement, he pulled out the hidden grenade and held it up.

"I'm too lonely on the road to the underworld, so won't you join me!?" He said in english, his smirk widened with every millisecond.

The man's eyes widened as he shouted, "No!" He dropped his gun and bolted back.

But before he could get far, the grenade exploded with a deafening roar.

Everything went black. In the final moment before unconsciousness took over, Yuki thought, "man.. I for sure wish I could reincarnate/transmigrate like those lucky protagonists in novels/fanfics? Haha. But that's just impossible.... Though If there is hell, I hope I get to see my comrades there…"

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Yuki's eyes snapped open. He blinked at the cracked ceiling of a simple room. The smell of straw filled the air, and the worn-out walls suggested he was somewhere far from home.

"Where is this? Did I Really transmigrate or something?" he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, memories that weren't his own flooded his mind. He crumpled to the floor, clutching his head, the pain of it overwhelming.

Minutes passed like years. As the memories settled, Yuki realized the truth. The original owner of this body was also named Yuki—an orphan who had died from fever only a short time ago.

This world... was the Douluo Continent. A world filled with Martial Spirits! No magic. No martial arts. But strange, powerful spirits that people could bond with.

Yuki's mind raced. He had just finished reading about this world. The memory matched. He was in Holy Soul Village, where a boy named Tang San lived.

"I really am in the Douluo Continent," Yuki murmured in disbelief.

The sound of the creaking door broke his thoughts. An old man walked in—thin, tall, but full of energy. His clothes were neat, his hair combed meticulously.

Yuki recognized him. This was Grandpa Jack, the kindly old man who took care of the orphaned Yuki in this world.

"Grandpa Jack…" Yuki whispered, bowing his head slightly in respect.

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