If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Time flew by amidst the torment of blood and fire.

One week later.

The island is no longer the vibrant place it once was; everywhere bears the marks of battle. Scorched craters, broken trees, and the faint smell of gunpowder and blood in the air, carried by the sea breeze, silently testify to the cruelty of this "game."

At the Kunlun Brigade Command Center, data is updated in real time on a huge electronic screen.

[Number of remaining candidates: 4000]

Number of eliminated: 3000

[Number of casualties in the garrison company: 46]

Seeing this terrifying casualty rate of nearly 50%, Chen Guotao fell silent. He had brought in more than a hundred men, and now only a little over half of them were still standing.

Although they eventually accomplished their mission of eliminating 3,000 people, the cost was so severe that it broke his heart.

"Second phase of selection is over."

Gao Dazhuang's emotionless electronic voice was broadcast to every corner of the island.

In the jungle, those figures who were still fighting, hiding, and struggling to survive all stopped.

Yuan Lang, leading a group of "Old A" officers and temporarily recruited elites, crouched on the ridgeline, watching a garrison squad below about to step into their meticulously laid trap. Everyone held their breath. When the announcement came over the loudspeaker, Qi Huan almost couldn't help but curse aloud.

"What a pity," Qi Huan clicked his tongue, "just one step away."

Yuan Lang smiled, put away his binoculars, and dusted himself off: "Let's go home."

The four thousand survivors breathed a sigh of relief, many collapsing to the ground, panting heavily. The three thousand eliminated, however, silently removed their helmets, their faces etched with resentment and disappointment.

Shortly afterward, dozens of "Kunpeng" transport planes landed again, bringing all the personnel on the island back to the Zhenguoguan base in batches.

On the huge tarmac, three thousand eliminated soldiers were lined up in a separate square formation.

Looking at the four thousand "lucky ones" who had passed the assessment and were about to move on to the next stage, and then at the soldiers of the garrison company who, though exhausted, still maintained impeccable military bearing and cold eyes, everyone felt a mix of emotions.

Lost.

They lost convincingly.

They personally experienced the strength of the Kunlun troops. It wasn't just the overwhelming superiority of their equipment, but also the absolute suppression in terms of fighting spirit and tactical skills.

"They...aren't even official members of Kunlun..." a major from the Black Tiger Brigade muttered to himself, "If a mere garrison company is this strong, what must the real Kunlun be like?"

His words expressed the sentiments of everyone.

They gained a more direct and terrifying understanding of Kunlun's power. Their sense of loss and resentment were gradually replaced by a deeper sense of awe and longing.

Just then, a figure slowly walked to the front of the formation.

It's Su Chen.

He was still dressed in a crisp general's uniform, the star on his shoulder shining brightly in the sunlight.

His calm gaze slowly swept over the three thousand faces before him, faces etched with weariness and dejection.

The entire formation was completely silent.

"You are the losers," Su Chen said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Everyone lowered their heads and clenched their fists. The word "loser" was like a needle piercing the hearts of these high-achieving individuals.

"However," Su Chen changed his tone, "you are also among the most elite soldiers in the Dragon Kingdom. Your defeat was not due to your weakness, but because your opponent was Kunlun!"

"In Kunlun, there are no eliminated ones, only newcomers. This failure does not mean you have lost your chance forever."

His voice, like a spring breeze, soothed the cold hearts of everyone.

Everyone looked up abruptly, staring at him in disbelief.

"I, Kunlun, never abandon any soldier of the Dragon Kingdom who yearns to become stronger."

After Su Chen finished speaking, he nodded slightly to Miao Zhiyuan behind him.

Miao Zhiyuan understood and waved his hand.

Hundreds of support staff came up carrying trays. On each tray were neatly arranged small jade bottles.

"This is..." Everyone looked at the jade bottles, their faces full of doubt.

"Is this your consolation prize? Or... is this the Meng Po soup that will make you forget this place?" A bold soldier muttered in the crowd, eliciting a suppressed chuckle.

"This is Kunlun's reward for you." Su Chen's voice carried an undeniable authority. "It's a reward for your courage, a reward for your fighting spirit."

"Take one for each person."

Although filled with doubt, military orders were absolute. Three thousand soldiers took turns taking the jade bottle from the tray and pouring out the longan-sized pill inside, which emitted a faint fragrance.

The pill felt warm and smooth to the touch, like a piece of fine jade. They exchanged glances, each seeing a resolute look in the other's eyes, before swallowing it whole.

The elixir melts instantly upon entering the mouth.

The next second, a powerful yet gentle warm current surged from their abdomens to their limbs and bones!

"Well!"

A veteran who had been suffering from lumbar disc herniation for many years felt as if his lumbar spine, which felt like it was being pierced by countless steel needles, was instantly enveloped by a warm current, and all the pain disappeared without a trace in just a few seconds!

He could even clearly hear the crisp "click" sound of his misaligned bones, as if an invisible hand was adjusting his bones!

He instinctively twisted his waist, a movement that would have made him wince in pain in the past, but now it was incredibly smooth. The veteran was stunned, then tears welled up in his eyes.

"My leg... my leg doesn't hurt anymore!" A special forces soldier who tore his ligament during the selection process was shocked to find that his ankle, which was originally swollen like a pig's trotter, was visibly shrinking, and a burning power was returning to his leg!

"My power... My God, I feel like I could punch through a steel plate!" An officer who knew a little about ancient martial arts was even more horrified to discover that the internal energy he had cultivated for more than ten years, which was still so weak that it was almost negligible, had grown more than tenfold under the nourishment of this warm current! He couldn't even resist throwing a punch at the air, and the wind from the punch produced a slight popping sound!

A chorus of exclamations erupted throughout the formation!

Countless soldiers felt the transformative changes within their bodies, felt the long-standing injuries and ailments that had plagued them for years being swept away, and felt an unprecedented surge of power. They were all so excited that their bodies trembled!

This is no reward; it's a life-saving grace!

"thump!"

It's unclear who started it, but three thousand tough men knelt down on one knee in unison! The synchronized movement made the hard tarmac floor tremble!

"Thank you, Brigade Commander!"

"We swear to serve Kunlun to the death!"

The roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, converged into an unparalleled torrent of steel, soaring straight into the sky!

At this moment, they no longer harbored any resentment towards Kunlun; all that remained was their fanatical worship and loyalty!

He Zhijun, Kang Lei, and others, who were standing at a distance, were completely dumbfounded by this shocking scene.

"Old He," Kang Lei's lips trembled, "what...what kind of magic is this? Is it divine intervention?"

He Zhijun clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed with excitement: "This is a true miracle! He healed three thousand elite soldiers and won over a million hearts with a mere flick of his wrist!"

The formation of four thousand survivors was in an uproar.

"Holy crap!" Wang Yanbing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "What a loss! If I'd known there would be this good thing after being eliminated, I should have just hanged myself from a tree on day one!"

He Chenguang, standing beside him, remained silent, but his gaze burned brighter than anyone else's. He stared intently at Su Chen, then glanced at the healed soldiers, a tidal wave of emotion surging within him. For the first time, he felt a tiny, sliver of doubt about why he had risked his life to stay behind.

Su Chen watched all of this calmly, his heart unmoved.

A system notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Consumed 3000 Healing Pills, costing 300,000 Military Merit Points.]

[Remaining Military Merit Points: 6201500]

worth it.

Trading 300,000 military merit points for 3,000 absolutely loyal future core members and the entire army's fanatical centripetal force towards Kunlun—this deal was a huge win.

He turned around and looked at the four thousand "survivors" who had just witnessed everything and whose eyes were also filled with shock and longing.

Their faces were filled with pride, exhaustion, and a hint of barely concealed envy and... anxiety.

Why? Why should the losers receive divine favor while we, the victors, stand here and watch?

Su Chen took in everyone's expressions, intending to make them anxious and eager.

He turned to Miao Zhiyuan beside him and said calmly:

"Pass down the notice: the third phase of selection..."

Su Chen paused deliberately, his sharp gaze sweeping over the unruly faces of He Chenguang, Yuan Lang, Lei Zhan, Leng Feng, and others.

"Let's begin."