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Mark, a military officer, dies in battle and unexpectedly regains consciousness, only to discover he had inhabited the body of a 17-year-old named Dennis. 

He also realized that this was a different earth.

As he recovered memories from Dennis, he made even more shocking discoveries...
"Earth's location in space got shifted three years ago?"
The circumstances encompassing this revelation, as well as the effects it brought upon the human race, rocked Mark to his core.

Dennis, who was orphaned from the earth-shifting incident, had gotten drafted into the Modified Combatant program. 

This was created to train humans and experiment on them to increase their compatibility rate with the new Ultimate Vestro Battle suit created by government scientists, which had an inbuilt system.
This was in a bid to bring out the full potential of the suit so humans would be powerful enough to resist and battle against the extraterrestrial forces plaguing the planet. 

Despite this being a dangerous endeavour, Dennis agreed to be a part of the program so he could cater to his little brother, who happened to be the only family member he had left.

How will Mark, who had now become Dennis, move forward after getting thrown into such a catastrophic world while bearing an insanely high compatibility rate with the suit...?

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[ Activating Memory data... ]

[ Operator recognised ]

[ Operator name: Dennis Slark ]

[ Level : 1 ]

[ Compatibility rate: 99.09% ]

[ Cores Harvested: 0 ]
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"Cores? What is that?"

Reincarnated As A MC With The Highest Compatibility Rate

The revelation of Shelter 335's destruction left Dennis reeling in shock, his mind grappling with the enormity of the disaster as he handed the injured man a bottle of water from their provisions. "Can you lead us to any other survivors?" Dennis asked, his voice tense with urgency.

Nodding weakly, the man pushed himself to his feet with Dennis's assistance and gestured for them to follow him deeper into the underbrush. Dennis quickly pulled a flashlight from his backpack.

In the dim light cast by Dennis's flashlight, the path through the dense underbrush seemed even more treacherous and unwelcoming.

Each step was a struggle against the thick, tangled vegetation, and the air was heavy with the scent of earth and decay. Dennis, Mia, and Marlene followed the injured man with growing apprehension, each aware of the gravity of the situation they were about to confront.

Rescue Team