The last thing Simon August remembered was the rush of adrenaline as he dived to save the child from the speeding truck. The impact had been instantaneous, the darkness immediate. Then, there was a blinding light, and he found himself standing in a vast, white void.
Before him stood an imposing figure, radiating divine energy.
"Simon August," the figure spoke, its voice calm yet powerful, "your selfless act has not gone unnoticed. You have died, but I will grant you a new life, along with five wishes. Speak them, and so shall it be."
Simon, overwhelmed yet strangely calm, thought deeply. His desires were clear.
"I wish for a human body with maxed-out stats in every aspect, every talent possible, and an IQ of 500," he began.
The figure nodded. "Granted."
"My second wish is for a pair of indestructible Double Desert Eagles with silencers, extended mags, and unlimited ammo, bonded to my soul."
"Granted."
"My third wish is to become the God of War, mastering every fighting style to god-level expertise."
"Granted."
"My fourth wish is to be reborn as Minato, but more handsome—with black hair, red eyes, and beauty 900 trillion times greater."
The figure chuckled. "Granted."
"My fifth and final wish is to have perfect Armament Haki for penetration and Observation Haki, with flawless control."
"Granted."
The figure paused, then continued, "I will also give you the identity of Simon August Jenner, the son of Kris Jenner Kardashian, aged 25. You will wake as the world's #1 soldier, ranked as Major. However, no one must know your origins or the gifts bestowed upon you. Your new life begins now."
A flash of light enveloped Simon, and the void disappeared.
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The stench of gunpowder, the roar of artillery fire, and the cries of wounded soldiers filled the air. Simon jolted awake, lying on a makeshift cot inside a dimly lit military tent. His body, perfectly sculpted and radiating strength, felt unfamiliar yet natural. He instinctively reached for his sidearm, feeling the cool grip of his Double Desert Eagles.
"Major Jenner!" a voice shouted from outside the tent. A young soldier rushed in, saluting briskly.
"Sir, the enemy is pressing hard on the western front. Command is requesting your presence immediately!"
Simon stood, his movements smooth and precise. He caught a glimpse of himself in a cracked mirror—jet-black hair, crimson eyes glowing faintly, and a face so strikingly handsome it felt almost surreal. He pulled on his military jacket, the insignia of a Major gleaming on his shoulder.
"Lead the way," Simon commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.
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The battlefield was chaos. Explosions tore through the ground, and the cacophony of gunfire was deafening. Simon surveyed the scene with a calm that unnerved those around him. His Observation Haki flared to life, giving him a perfect understanding of the battlefield's layout and the enemy's movements.
"Captain Reyes," Simon called to a nearby officer, "deploy a flanking maneuver on their left. They're funneling their forces through the canyon. We'll cut them off and neutralize their artillery."
Reyes blinked, startled by the Major's immediate and precise analysis. "Y-Yes, sir!"
Simon stepped forward, drawing his twin Desert Eagles. With perfect aim and fluid movements, he began taking out enemy soldiers one by one. Each shot was silent but devastating, the bullets penetrating armor and cover with ease, thanks to his Armament Haki.
His team followed behind, inspired by his composure and skill. Simon moved like a specter, his every action calculated and efficient. Within minutes, the enemy's advance faltered.
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As the sun began to set, the battlefield fell silent. Simon stood at the forefront, his uniform stained with dust and sweat, but his expression remained calm. His squad gathered around him, their faces filled with awe.
"Major Jenner," Reyes said, his voice trembling with respect, "that was... incredible. I've never seen anything like it."
Simon merely nodded. "The battle is over for now. Tend to the wounded and secure the area. We move at dawn."
As his team dispersed, Simon allowed himself a brief moment of reflection. This new life, with all its gifts and challenges, was a second chance to forge his destiny. He tightened his grip on his Desert Eagles, the bond between them pulsating with power.
"Simon August Jenner," he murmured to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "The world doesn't know what's coming."
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To be continued...