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18 August 2010, unknown location, Afghanistan.

Anita's consciousness was slowly awakening. The fall from a height onto the sand in a makeshift suit had taken its toll. The girl felt pain all over her body, and it was from this pain that she awoke. In addition to the pain, she was terribly thirsty. The dryness in her mouth was unbearable.

- W-water," the young girl wheezed.

- Here, but don't forget to pay for this water," a man's voice sounded somewhere in the distance.

- I can't feel my hands...

- Of course you can't feel your hands, they're broken, just like your legs. Haaaah, okay, I'll do you a free favour, open your mouth.

Anita felt annoyed at that voice, but did as he said. Something cold leaned against the girl's open mouth and she was able to take the first sip. The unknown man had given her water. Her eyes, slick from dehydration, opened and Anita was able to look at her saviour.

He appeared to be a man, six feet tall, dressed in an Afghan dark masculine tunban. During her time in the terrorist cave, Stark had seen a great variety of Afghan national dress and was well versed in it. A light body armour was worn over the tunban, and the man's head was covered with a long black scarf. It was impossible to see the man's face through the layers of cloth. A Kalashnikov hung neatly on his shoulder.

- Are you impressed by my beauty? I know, I'm handsome, - the man put the empty iron mug aside.

- Don't flatter yourself. Apparently my escape failed, call Raza, I don't want to waste my time on you," Anita's voice faded. Her escape had failed, she was back in the hands of the ten rings. Now she didn't know what would happen to her. These terrorists wouldn't just let her escape go.

The man said nothing to the girl lying in the warm sleeping bag. Taking the empty mug he had put aside, he returned to his former place, to the fire.

- I don't know which Raz you're talking about. I found you broken in the desert, next to a pile of scrap metal, picked you up and walked you out. I'll give you a bill for my services later," the man tossed sticks into the fire and put his hands over it to keep warm.

The words of the unknown man calmed Anita down a little and she decided to look around. She was surrounded by dark stone vaults, they formed a domed room. It was a small dry cave, about five metres in diameter.

The girl's stomach rumbled loudly. She hadn't eaten much before escaping from captivity and had been unconscious for an unknown amount of time after falling from the heights.

- Haaah, you're a loss, Stark. Now you have to be fed," the man sitting by the fire muttered unhappily to himself. His words were clearly audible through the echoes of the cave.

- You don't have to feed me, and then I'll starve to death. You want money from saving me, don't you? Without me alive, you won't see them," Anita said smiling, guessing from past words about the man's goals.

- I don't care what state you'll be in. It's just that you can get more with a live one, - the man got up from his seat and started slowly approaching the immobile girl. The girl tensed a little, but she was only able to move her arms slightly. - You see, I'm a freelancer by nature, I do what is more profitable for me....

- Mhm!" Anita gasped in surprise as the "freelancer" came up and without warning shoved a fried piece of meat on a wooden stick into her open mouth.

- Eat, eat, eat, my money-bag," the man said snidely as he shoved more and more meat into Stark's mouth.

...

- Hurry, hurry, we have a new victim!

- Jesus, what happened to that man!

Jon's consciousness turned on intermittently, as if an old film was running in front of him. Here he and his squad came under fire, took cover behind a hill and returned fire. And now, with a blinding flash, a thermobaric charge made by Stark Industries hit their position. An explosion and chemical powder scattered around, then a hissing sound and a body covered in agony.

- He's got seventy per cent tissue burns! He needs help now!

John heard loud screams somewhere near him. He couldn't feel his body and couldn't see anything, no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes. It was as if he had no eyes at all. The panic screams around him did not stop, on the contrary, their number increased. The man did not understand what was happening and why so many women were screaming around him. It was as if he had entered the maternity hospital at its peak.

Eventually the screaming finally got to him and John decided to go to extreme measures. Shout loudly and shut them up. These frantic women were disturbing his sleep.

- Aaah, aaah, aaah!

- Hush, hush, bear with me baby, you'll feel better now! - An unknown woman cooed softly over John's ear. The man cursed the witch! Her cooing made his ear shoot up in pain, and afterwards it went deaf! Of course, this made the volume of the noisy women lower, because now John couldn't hear anything with his left ear. He wanted to make the volume of the women lower, but not in the same way!The man couldn't see anything with his eyes and didn't know what these chatty strangers were doing to him. After a couple of hours, they got off of him and left him alone. The long awaited silence he had longed for had finally come to John!

[User condition rated unsatisfactory. Chance of survival in Marvel World-11562 is 8%, initial reward recalculation is in progress... Congratulations you receive two random Defstroke character abilities]

[Received: Level 1 Regenerative Healing Factor.]

[Received: Level 1 Superhuman Reflexes.]

Lines of English text appeared in the darkness John saw. He didn't realise what was happening. Was he not seeing this? Just when he wanted to try to interact with the text, a cascade of memories hit him. Images of many superhero films flashed before him. It took only a few moments for hundreds of films to be displayed and stored in the man's memory. Along with the films came the understanding of the system and the fact that he was not an ordinary John, but an accidental soul in John's already dead body.

Reeling from the principles of video games, John, that's what he had decided to call himself for now, uttered the code word of every avid RPG player.

"Status!"

[Name: Unknown

Characteristics:

Strength - 0.07 (0.7).

Dexterity - 0.009 (1.1)

Stamina - 0.1 (0.8)

Perception - 0.5 (1)

Magic Power - 1

Available Characters:

Defstroke

Skills:

Regenerative Healing Factor Level 1

Superhuman Reflexes Level 1

Cash: 0]

Characteristics scores were taken per average human, where one meant average human. John glanced glumly around the status window, focusing his attention on his characteristics. Right now, he was in a terrible state, causing his strength to be lowered.

"How have I not died yet with these injuries? And why is my strength and stamina so far behind the average? Did I fall into the body of an agile jerky?!"

As his memories and abilities came back, John's thoughts became much calmer. He guessed that it was all due to the first level regeneration that had appeared. This ability was now activated and was actively healing his body. His partially fused brain had already fully recovered from the heat, bringing back his mental clarity.

[Regenerative Healing Factor Level 1.

Description: The enhanced ability to heal wounds allows you to survive injuries that would be fatal to a normal person].

The description of the ability was very informative. John read the two lines of the description several times and cursed to himself. Nothing specific was written. Trying to concentrate on the ability, he was surprised to find that it was very easy. He channelled all the power of the healing factor into his left eye, trying to restore it.

What he needed now was to regain his sight. At least in one eye. Private John's memories were fuzzy and the trapped in his body didn't understand where he was or what was happening to him. With his sight back, he would look around and perhaps figure out what to do next.

While his eye was being restored, John decided to choose a name for himself in the system. He refused the name of the body, because it sounded too delusional - John Johnson, who would ever think of giving a child such a name?

"Unfortunately I don't remember my name, so I'll have to make one up... I think I'll choose the name August, it sounds nice."

[Would you like to change your name to August?]

"Yes."

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