Recruitment system in DC

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I ran forward, not stopping for a second, because any moment could cost me my life. It's too turbulent a time right now. Especially here...

*(gunshot)

Another body fell to the ground to my right. But my body got a second breath and managed to run to the trench. It's too dangerous here. I guess I was overconfident when I volunteered to go here.

War... It's a dangerous place.

A year ago I couldn't have imagined that I'd be somewhere in the middle east, tired and hungry, with half a rifle magazine, trying to survive.

Still, I wasn't wrong about some things, though. My will is strong enough to survive everything while staying sane. And I could also kill people without lifting a muscle. But it's the atmosphere itself that's too tense.

Initially, my squad was more than a hundred people, we infiltrated the rear of the enemy, and split up for reconnaissance. And even then, things didn't go according to plan. Someone gave up our position and we were ambushed.

Very few people survived, and I'm down to seven men. It's a depressing situation. Everyone here already realises that we are no more than the living dead, but they want at least some resistance before they die.

It's better to take a couple of men with us than to be captured by the Arabs. Those things don't know what sympathy is, so even death is better.

I'm just an ordinary bloke who didn't get enough action in his life. I'm only nineteen years old and I'm about to lose my life. Those things will pay for all the years of life I've lost. That's for sure. And I even know how to make it happen.

- I can give you a chance to leave," I said quietly, looking at my companions. We've been through more than one fight together, especially in the last few days. And since we're all going to die anyway, why not try to give them a chance at the cost of our lives.

- What do you want to do? - asked me a stocky man, with a rather dangerous look, named Sergei. The most experienced of us all, who had once fought in Afghanistan. But despite his intimidating appearance, we all knew that at heart he was an incredibly kind man and father of three children.

- We have almost ten kilos of C-4 left and I know how we can use it. I'll hide all the bombs under my ammunition and walk out to the Arabs and try to surrender. If they don't shoot me right away, I'll blow myself up when as many of the creatures as possible are near me. Otherwise, you'll blow up my corpse when they come to search it," I said my plan, which wasn't a very clever one, but we didn't have time to think of brilliant plans now.

- Very risky, and you're still young. You've got your whole life ahead of you. We still have a chance to survive, so why risk it? - Sergei said, looking at me anxiously.

- Enough! We all realise that we have only one way to go now, and that is to the other side of the world. I will give you at least a small chance to survive. You have families waiting for you at home, but I'm an orphan, and I have no friends there. So let my life be your salvation. Please just don't forget me, that will be enough for me," I said, already starting to prepare for the plan. I hid all the bombs pretty well, so they shouldn't be noticed. Now...

- Goodbye guys! I'll see you in the other world, but hopefully not soon," I said, and with my hands up I left our hiding place.

The Arabs saw me, and just waited for me to come up, keeping a close watch on me. But when I was close enough, one of them said something in his own language to the other and I felt a sharp pain in my legs. These things had shot me in the knees. For a regular guy who hadn't felt even a little pain often in his life, this was too painful.

But I was focused on something else right now, and I had to put all the pain aside. I had to blow myself up, and I waited for these things to get closer. Because of the pain, I couldn't hear their conversations very well, and it didn't matter to me what these things were saying.

Here, in front of me the whole squad, judging by their faces, are discussing what exactly to do with me and I don't like their smiles. But that's okay, we'll see how you smile on the other side.

Let's give them fireworks. With these thoughts I pressed the detonator and activated the bombs. The last moments of my life are remembered surprisingly clearly. And up close, the explosion looks quite beautiful...

And then there's darkness... Or not....

- Am I still alive? What the fuck? - I muttered, looking at my hands, except they seemed alien to me. I was in a small tent that was instead of a barracks, but something was bothering me. Tents like this reminded me a lot of the US, it's not like this here.

- Something's not right here," I said into the void, thinking. But at that moment, a small click sounded in my head, and then something unusual appeared before my eyes.

You are greeted by the Invocation system!

You have been chosen to be its next owner and are receiving all of its basic features.

The system is capable of summoning any character from the entire multiverse. Only characters you know can be summoned.

A sacrifice is required for summoning. The stronger the sacrifice, the stronger the summoned character will be.

The owner of the system can sacrifice any summoned character and get 50% of their abilities.

We wish you good luck!

- What the fuck? - I stared dumbly at myself, not quite sure what had just happened. I mean, I'm a hit man, and with a system, albeit a bit dodgy.

But man, who hasn't dreamed of such a thing? Although, actually, a lot of people have... but I've always been a loner, I had no family or friends, and only literature kept me entertained. Films, TV series, anime, comics, manga - all these things were very important to me, but now it will become my reality. That's great!

By the way, what do I look like now? In my previous life, I may not have been every woman's dream, but I'm not smarmy by nature. I hope it won't be worse now.

And going to the mirror, I saw my very unusual appearance. White, as if grey hair, golden eyes, aristocratic features, and some kind of arrogant expression.

- I like it, but where am I now, and what's going on? - I said, taking another look at my surroundings. The familiar feeling was still lingering.

But then I heard footsteps approaching, and a negro in a military uniform entered my tent.

- Captain Kent, we're being approached by a hostile band of Syrians. What are we to do? - he said, looking at me anxiously.

Are you fucking kidding me? Going to war again? Give me some peace...

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