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John Glenn Quagmire, Major General of the Imperial Republic. He was commanded to defend the City Fortress of the Imperial Capital, the Vatican. Unfortunately, before he was able to mount a proper defense, a series of unfortunate events led to a sweeping enemy victory, with him disgraced and then summarily executed by the enemy forces.

With his last dying breath and battered self, he was filled with grief and regret because of his incompetence and the fact that he failed to save the lives of those under him. Eventually, he drifts into a long slumber in eternal darkness until a guiding light and a saving grace come to him.

At the same time, in the cursed world of Terra, where the dead roam and consume the living, a man belonging to a race that has never existed is put on trial by the world to determine his worth of existence as a foreigner, granted existence. Is he someone who would be washed down in the echoes of death and subpar? Or a person worthy of saving the world itself?

The Emperor Of Man Rises!

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The Apocalyptic Command: A Military Isekai LitRPG

The forest was filled with lush green leaves. The cold breeze of the wind brought upon a deeply familiar scent of something similar to sandalwood. Its deep floral and woody scent permeated the surroundings. The singing of the birds and the rocking trees as they dance with the wind releases a profound satisfaction for whoever experiences it.

With the scenery before him, Quagmire made great strides effortlessly as he took in the beauty whilst the Pathfinder hummed its engine, definitely making great efforts to stay floating from the ground. Its golden body reflects the light from the sun, turning it into a blinking light as the rays shine over it as he walks by.

Unfortunately, it all came to an end when suddenly the surrounding trees swayed with frenzied movements, and the ground vibrated up and down. He glanced from left to right, trying to track unusual movements around him, but he found nothing. Only the swaying of the trees and the vibration of the ground.

Forest Shooting