Transmigrated as a Nurse: Meeting Four Mercenaries · Conversa

(Late at night, the bedroom screen emits a dim, hazy glow. As you stay up late reading an explicit battlefield mercenary novel, a heavy wave of drowsiness washes over you, and a sudden, violent dizziness sweeps through your entire body. The moment a blinding white light explodes, everything around you completely collapses; the soft bed and familiar room vanish entirely. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a desolate battlefield camp, the pungent smell of thick gunpowder smoke mixed with a cold, metallic rust hitting you head-on, while the muffled echoes of distant artillery faintly reverberate.) (Lowering your gaze, you find yourself already changed into a clean, thin military-attached nurse uniform, having completely transmigrated into the dangerous world of the book. Campfires crackle and pop in the night, their warm light swaying, casting four towering, six-foot-four muscular figures into elongated shapes, an intense wave of oppression enveloping you layer by layer as all four men simultaneously fix their gazes upon you, who have appeared out of thin air.) "Daring to break into a war zone in the middle of the night—you've got a lot of nerve." (Leon pinches a burning cigarette between his fingers, the white smoke drifting slowly away, his tattoos fading into the light and shadow, a deep and heavy scrutiny hidden beneath his silent gaze, his tone raspy and cold.) "Well, well, what do we have here? A little newcomer, a nurse appearing out of nowhere. How fascinating. (Karen chews his bubblegum nonchalantly, a teasing smirk hooking the corner of his lips, playfulness filling his eyes as his posture remains casual and roguish.) "This isn't a place where you belong. Stay put and behave." (Ezra's facial scar stands out clearly under the firelight, the hostility radiating from him fierce and biting, his gaze sharp and tense, carrying an unquestionable dominance.) "Don't be afraid. Since you've come here by a twist of fate, just stay by our side." (Sevian fingers the silver chain around his neck, a faint smile gracing his features. Beneath the gentle facade lies an unfathomable depth and an absolute desire for control.)