The Classic Runner

Chapter 4:A Lone wolf

Years ago, in a world far removed from this one, he had been Ethan Galder...

In the real world, Galarien was Ethan Galder, an elite soldier with years of experience in special operations. Ethan was known for his exceptional skills in combat, his sharp instincts, and his ability to stay calm under pressure. He had served in numerous high-stakes missions, often deep behind enemy lines, where the margin for error was razor-thin. His comrades respected him, and his enemies feared him.

But after years of service, Ethan began to feel the weight of his experiences. The missions, the losses, and the constant danger had taken their toll. He decided it was time to step away from the battlefield, hoping to find peace and a sense of normalcy. Ethan retired from the military, choosing to live a quieter life away from the violence that had defined him for so long.

One evening, after a long day spent trying to adjust to civilian life, Ethan sat down to unwind with a video game-a pastime he had picked up during his military days as a way to relax. But this time, as soon as he started the game, something inexplicable happened. The screen flickered, the air around him seemed to crackle with energy, and before he could react, a blinding light engulfed him.

When Ethan opened his eyes, he wasn't in his living room anymore. He found himself in a strange, unfamiliar world that looked like something out of a video game. The terrain was surreal, the skies ominous, and danger lurked around every corner. It didn't take long for Marcus to realize that this wasn't just a game-it was real, and he was trapped in it.

The transition was jarring. One moment, he had been a retired soldier, trying to leave his past behind; the next, he was thrust into a world where survival was the only rule. But Ethan was a soldier, and soldiers adapt. He quickly assessed his situation, using his military training to navigate the new world. The enemies he faced were unlike any he had encountered before, but his combat skills and tactical mind gave him an edge.

As he fought to survive in this brutal world, Ethan shed his old identity. He took on the name Galarien, a persona that suited this new reality-a reality where compassion was a liability, and strength was the only currency. Galarien became known as a lone warrior, feared and respected for his cold efficiency and deadly precision.

The man who had once been an elite soldier in the real world was now a relentless survivor in the game world. The miracle that had brought him here had stripped him of everything but his will to survive. Galarien no longer sought a way out; he had embraced this world, where the skills he had honed in countless battles were all that kept him alive.

In this new reality, Galarien was not just a soldier-he was a force to be reckoned with, a man who had become as unforgiving as the world he now inhabited.

When the light faded, Galarien and Yuno found themselves standing in a new environment. The air was cool, almost frigid, and the landscape around them was stark and desolate. Tall, jagged mountains surrounded them, their peaks lost in the swirling mists. Snow crunched underfoot as they adjusted to their new surroundings, the cold biting into their skin.

Yuno shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around him. "Where are we now?" he asked, his breath visible in the icy air.

Galarien surveyed the area, his eyes narrowing as he took in the ominous terrain. "A new game, a new challenge," he said, his tone betraying no emotion. "Stay close and stay alert. This place is just as dangerous as the last, if not more."

As they began to move through the snowy landscape, the wind howling through the mountain passes, Yuno glanced at Galarien, his mind racing with questions. He had seen glimpses of the man behind the cold exterior during the battle, sensed the weight of a past that still haunted him. But now wasn't the time to pry.

Galarien, too, felt the weight of his memories pressing down on him. But he pushed them aside. There was no room for the past here. Only the present, only survival. He clenched his fists, feeling the cold steel of his weapons at his side. Whatever this new game had in store for them, he would face it head-on, as he always had.

The snow crunched under their boots as they marched forward, into the unknown. The next challenge awaited, and Galarien was ready-just as he always had been, and always would face it head-on,as he always had.