My Military System

Chapter 59. Germinal Organization

“Thank God I have a system!” Drake was ecstatic but quickly discovered that there were several irregularities.

'NPC, not a player? Countdown timer? Torturous future ahead?'

Drake furrowed his brows as he organized his thoughts.

First of all, although he had no idea how the system had transmigrated together with him, he had to treat this world as a new reality, meaning that if he died, he could not bank on being able to respawn like in the game, he will be dead for good.

Secondly, he could still access the system's interface despite being classified as an NPC. This suggested that he could still level up like a player, which was good news.

Thirdly, if the countdown timer confirmed his suspicions that he had indeed traveled back in time to before the game's launch, did it mean that 'real players' will soon appear?

Lastly, and most important of all, the 'torturous future ahead' meant only one thing; he was currently in grave danger!

Drake felt indignant. Didn't people who transmigrated no