Within a few minutes, by body was bloody from all those attacks from the soldiers. But the good thing was that, I sat on top of all the enemy corpses. Not to make it sound cool, but I was literally sitting on their corpse, because no matter how powerful I was, but I was still a human being, a member of homo sapiens. I would get tired after enough work. And that did happen. The exhaustion hit me in such a way that I had to sit down on the ground, which surprisingly had a mountain of corpses. So yeah, that's it.
I had my eyes closed to rest for a bit, but even I knew that it was a shit move by me. Resting in a battlefield, that's not something even a newbie would do. But here I was doing that cheap mistake. Then I heard the sounds of motors and tanks. I quickly opened my eyes and jumped just in time, when an explosion occured where I was sitting a few seconds ago. 'They don't even care about the body of their soldiers. ', I thought with a bitter smile. Well that's expected from a country ruled under a dictator.
The next few parts were not very clear to me, since it was just me dodging the attacks, but still getting hurt by the shockwave of the explosions and bullets. I somehow was able to enter the highly alert enemy base. It was so that the enemy soldiers would concentrate on me, I stead of going against my teammates, who had escaped. I fought with several soldiers inside the camp, and was able to find the temporary armoury because of an accident. I found some explosives, nope not the grenade, but more like the RDX and C4 level explosives.
I had somehow able to set the explosive around the camp secretly, which was hard and almost impossible from all the heavily armed soldiers running across the field. I had just placed several of the explosives out, when I heard a shout, "Found him!" Then a flurry of bullets came to me, but I decided to take them with me. But before I could do anything, I saw a muzzle of tank smoking, and then I followed it's aim to my body. The lower part of my body except my legs and head had exploded into bloody mess in the battlefield.
But I had expected similar thing to happen, so I had set the remote of the explosives in such a way that when I release the pressure from the button of the remote, which was being held by me, everything would go kaboom. I grinned as I saw everything around me exploded. Although I had lost almost all of my body, but weirdly I could still see and feel things around me. I had a guess why it was. Probably for two reasons. The first one, I was probably seeing everything in slow motion like they say happens when you are reaching your end times. The second one was a bit interesting theory, which was quite feasible.
Although my body was almost destroyed, but my nerves which took the sensation from that part of my body weren't for some weird reasons. I felt the heat from the explosions around me, but I still had a smile on my face, as darkness was slowly engulfing me, or it was probably my field of vision that was getting dark. Maybe it was the both, who knows. I died, admiring the beauty of my artwork as thise bright lights slowly dissipated from my eyes, probably it was just my eyes were closed because of being dead.
And now, I am somehow reborn, it should be what they call transmigration since I don't have any memories of me waking up other than this. I clutched my head tightly, as a hot and searing pain, started in my head, more specifically brain. I saw many things, as I had my eyes closed in pain. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks from that intensive pain, that was similar to like someone had ripped my brain into pieces and were roasting it and then joining them again somehow.
After what I felt forever, the pain stopped as I looked at the room again, which was now familiar. My brain was working hard in rearranging all those scenes that were flashing in my mind. It was clear that somehow I got reincarnated, no transmigrated into this new body. And surprisingly enough, I felt a weird affection for this world already. Reason was simple, because in this world I had a family. Her name was Natalia Wayne, my elder redhead sister. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen appeared in my brain, when I thought of my sister.
I had no weird thoughts for her, like some might think. It was probably because I had no family in my past life, but now that I have one, I wouldn't think in such way about her. She worked as an assistant to the world's famous Playboy, billionaire, a philanthropist,Tony Stark. This just proved which world I was in, The motherfucking marvel world. The world, where Gods fight every day for foolish reasons. The world where powered people want to destroy the world itself. The world, which had a fking robot, out to exterminate people. Thinking of all this, my mind stopped for a second when I realised. Natalia, she looked similar to a certain red head, who temporarily worked as an assistant under Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, or as she was popular in my world, Black Widow.
And I am somehow her brother, Bruce Wayne. My eyes widened, when I realised, I had a name similar to someone I had read about, a superhero to be specific. The Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne. And now that I think of, I looked more or less similar to the Batman from Zack Snyder version of Justice League. 'What the fk was wrong with this world?', I screamed in my mind. Having a purple Titan was enough for me, but now there are many entities who could easily kill me, the Darkseid, and the parademons. And that's how I realised, my life is fucked.