**Hello everyone, this is the author, and I had this idea after seeing the Ultramarine story. Although it may seem like a copy, I will do things very differently later on.**
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**In one moment, John found himself as a cadet Helldiver from Super Earth. With no time to think, he soon completed his training and was sent toward the galactic war.**
**2196
Malevelon Creek**
John did not remember exactly how his first mission ended. All his memory could recall was the screams of his comrades as they were consumed by the flames and lasers of the robots.
It was hours of relentless combat in the jungle. His mission: destroy a well-protected Automaton bunker. The mission was only completed by the sacrifice of the squad leader, who blew himself up with a belt of grenades amidst the enemy factories.
That day, John understood what loss was. As he boarded the extraction ship, he understood that this was no longer his peaceful former world, and that this was no longer a video game, but real life.
That day, a true defender of democracy was born.
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***Trrr!***
**10 Years Later**
"Captain, we're surrounded by the enemy! There are too many of them!" A Helldiver cadet shouted over the comm as he continued firing relentlessly at the robots advancing on their position.
Rain and lightning roared in the sky, and machine transport ships brought more and more robots to the endless combat. The Helldiver squad found themselves surrounded at their extraction point, fighting for their lives.
*Slash!*
A Berserker broke through the firing line and charged at the cadet who had to reload. He screamed in panic as the chainsaw blade approached his head, but in that instant, a man stepped in front of him.
*Clank!*
Adorned in heavy armor with golden stripes, John stepped forward and grabbed the chainsaw blade, breaking it with brute strength alone. The emotionless machine did not hesitate to brandish its second blade, but John's machine gun was faster.
With a quick motion, the gun barrel was placed against the Berserker's head, and the trigger pulled. With a roar, the machine's head turned into a fireball and the body fell to the ground.
"Stand up, Cadet! Freedom has no use for weak warriors!" John's rough, deep voice boomed over the comm as he aimed his weapon at the approaching enemies and pulled the trigger. His aim was flawless—every shot found a machine's head or weak point and shredded it.
"This is Pelican-1, sighting the extraction point." The pilot's voice soon sounded over the comm, and a transport ship descended from the sky, providing covering fire.
Under machine fire, the transport ship landed, and the Helldivers quickly boarded, leaving only John, who looked at the machines for a moment before calling in several artillery strikes on his previous position, then entered the ship.
As the ship ascended into the sky, orbital artillery soon roared and turned the entire area into a hellish zone of fire and destruction.
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John looked coldly at the planet they had just left—Malevelon Creek. He had fought on this cursed planet for 10 years. For a decade, he had watched his comrades die in the name of democracy.
He saw those who hesitated be torn in half. He saw veteran warriors lose their sanity in combat and refuse extraction, fighting on for days until death.
John did not just see—he felt all of this. For 10 years, he fought and bled in this damned jungle. His face and body were marked by scars from laser weapons and saws, but he persisted. He clung to the one hope that drove him forward: the dream of freedom for humanity.
Over time, the memories of his past life became mere fragments—small recollections that kept him whole in moments of despair. "We will win in the end, just as we won 100 years ago," John murmured and turned his gaze from the planet, preparing to enter cryosleep until his next mission. But at that moment, something appeared in his vision.
*(Ding! You have just entered the Multiversal Group Chat)*
*(Lieutenant Itami – Oh, a new member. It's been a while.)*
*(Colonel Miles Quaritch – Major John Graves, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to this group chat.)*
*(Lieutenant Itami – Welcome.)*
"What is this?" John wondered, looking at the blue screen for a few moments. Then, an old memory from a previous life resurfaced. "A multiversal chat? Like in those fanfics?" He asked himself and tried to interact with the chat through thought.
He soon understood how to write and send messages and began a conversation with the two members in the chat. Apparently, the chat appeared for Colonel Quaritch 8 months ago and for Itami 5 months ago.
Before them, there was already another member in the group whom John immediately recognized.
*(Captain Steve Rogers – Offline.)*
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**Pandora, Military Base**
Miles looked at the floating window in front of him while sipping a cup of coffee, lost in thought. "It seems they really aren't from different timelines," Miles murmured upon learning John's story.
Since receiving the chat, his first impression was that he was in some kind of simulation or had been infected by some native Pandora parasite. But his medical exams showed everything was normal from head to toe, and the simulation theory was discarded because he knew Earth did not have such advanced technology.
So, he spent time talking to Itami, discovering that he came from a 2015 Earth, and now the new member came from a 2200 Earth in the midst of a brutal galactic war.
"This is getting interesting," Quaritch murmured and gave a slight smile.