Global Survival: I Got the D-Rank Personnel Simulator

Lin Ye wakes up to the sound of the global announcement echoing in his skull, the same as everyone else.

New talents distributed.
New rules enforced.
Survive.

Around him, people roar as flames leap from their hands, storms coil at their fingertips, swords of light carve the air. Lin Ye opens his own status screen, heart pounding, expecting something—anything—that sounds remotely heroic.

[D-Rank Character Simulator]

He stares. Blinks. Swears under his breath.

While others tear through monsters and carve out territories, his so-called talent sends him somewhere else entirely. One blink, and he’s in the skin of a trembling gate guard. Another, and he’s a nameless errand boy in a crumbling fortress, a disposable worker in a poison-fog mine. Always D-rank. Always cannon fodder.

But those “nobodies” see everything. The way a commander hesitates before an ambush. The draft in a dungeon wall that shouldn’t exist. The quiet pattern in how disasters fall, city by city, world by world. Every simulation ends the same way: with his borrowed body shattered, burned, or forgotten in the mud.

Back in his own skin, Lin Ye wipes phantom blood from his hands and starts taking notes.

If all he gets is trash-tier lives, then he’ll use every single one of them. To map the traps before anyone steps into them. To learn how the monsters think. To find the seams in the so-called “rules” of this global survival game.

He is not the hero the system intended. He is the man who remembers how the nameless die—and who plans to make that the most dangerous talent in the world.