Y/N remember that he was been a Kommandant of tiger But certainty-his life had been defined by the roaring engines of tanks, the clattering of machine guns, and the sound of explosions shaking the earth in tge battleof Stalingrad.
As y/n tge Kommandant of a Tiger I tank in during World War II, he had felt the weight of history on his shoulders.
But now, all of that seemed distant, fading into nothingness as he found himself surrounded by an unfamiliar world.
The last thing he remembered was the chaos of the battlefield-the Soviet Union's relentless assault, the screech of shells flying overhead, and then the crushing weight of impact as his Tiger I tank was hit.
But there had been nothing after that.
Suddenly y/N opened his eyes, he was no longer in the winter of war.
But he was surrounded by the peaceful sounds of a forest-a strange, serene place unlike anything he'd ever seen.
The warm summer air brushed past him, carrying the scent of wildflowers. The ground beneath his tread was soft, covered in grass and earth, not the concrete snow blood machines guts winters of a battlefield.
But clrhw confusion struck him like a blow to the chest.
"Where am I?" Y/N muttered, his voice sounding off, metallic and hollow.
His eyes scanned the area, but something felt wrong. The landscape was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of birds and the rustle of trees in the breeze.
He attempted to move, but his body didn't respond. Panic surged within him. What was happening? Why couldn't he feel his arms? He looked down, but instead of seeing his own body, he saw... nothing.
A massive, armored hull, sharp angles, and a huge, rotating turret where his head should have been.
He gasped. What was this? He tried again, willing his arms to move. No response. But then... the ground beneath him rumbled.
A low hum vibrated through the metal casing. His mind was starting to piece it together, but the reality was impossible to accept.
With a deep growl from the engine, he began to move forward, almost instinctively. His eyes focused on the landscape ahead, and it struck him.
He was not human anymore.
But what was he, then?
Before he could think further, something strange happened. A melody floated through the air, soft at first, then growing louder, like the sound of a distant song. It was eerie and haunting-almost familiar, like an old wartime tune, but it was different. There was something ethereal about it.
The song, almost like Erika, echoed in the forest, calming yet strange. The music seemed to vibrate through his very being, even though he didn't have a body to feel it.
And then, before he could process the haunting melody, a new message appeared in front of his vision, almost as if the song itself had triggered it.
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NEW MISSION UNLOCKED:
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Objective: Explore the Places and Discover New Areas.
XP: 150
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The words flickered, and a new notification appeared beneath it:
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STATUS
Name: Y/N
Model: Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger I - 235
Health: 100%
Level: 1
XP: 0/100
Ammo of 88mm:50/50
Ammo of 7.76:2.200/2.200
Fuel:100%
Armor: ???
Condition: Fully Functional
Location: Unknown Forest
Abilities:
Summon Infantry: Locked need 30lv
Summon Tanks: Locked 30lv
Summon Aircraft: Locked 35lv
Summon Artillery: Locked 30lv
Summon Battleship: Locked 50lv
Morph Transformation: Locked 40
Summon Buildings:Locked
(You can transformed into a human body)
Weapons:
88mm KwK 36 L/56: 50 shells available
7.92mm MG 34: 2.200 rounds remaining
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Y/N stared at the screen, shock and confusion flooding his mind. New World... Explore and Discover? What was this?
Y/n:What in the world is this?
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TIGER 1:The Kommandant of TIGER 1 In ANOTHER WORLD
FantasyI am Kommandant Y/N-the Tiger of 235. My life was defined by war. The roar of my tank's engine, the piercing scream of artillery shells, and the deafening cacophony of machine guns. These were the sounds that marked my existence. My Tiger I, a beast...
