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

On the tarmac at Kunlun Air Base, two military transport planes landed almost one after the other.

The hatch opened, and He Chenguang appeared first. He carried a backpack, his steps were steady, and his face was stern, as if he had never left. He simply glanced around at the familiar surroundings. The smell of the base, mixed with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and steel, made his tense nerves relax slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the other plane also slowly lowered.

As Zhuang Yan and Lin Xiaoying walked hand in hand down the gangway, the tense atmosphere on the tarmac instantly changed. It was as if something in the air had been ignited, crackling and popping.

"Yo yo yo! Look, look! Who's back?"

A sleazy voice pierced through the lingering sound of the engine; without even looking, one could tell it was Deng Zhenhua, that troublemaker.

He was standing not far away with Shi Dafan, Zheng Sanpao, and Qiang Xiaowei, their arms around each other's shoulders. He had a malicious smile on his face and was winking and making exaggerated gestures in Zhuang Yan and Lin Xiaoying's direction, as if he was afraid others would not see him.

"Taking leave by imperial decree is so different!" Deng Zhenhua shouted in his hoarse voice, as if afraid it wasn't loud enough, making sure the whole tarmac could hear him. "Our division commander is so humane and considerate of his subordinates! This isn't just approving leave; it's clearly giving our combat hero a honeymoon package!"

"That's right!" Shi Dafan chimed in, pushing up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, stroking his chin, and looking the two of them up and down in a pretentious manner, just like a street fortune teller.

"Look, after just a few days, his whole demeanor is different. That Zhuang Yan kid, the murderous aura between his brows has lessened, replaced by a bit more... um, sassiness!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the empty tarmac without any restraint.

"Especially our Comrade Xiaoying!" Deng Zhenhua's focus immediately shifted. His sly eyes turned to Lin Xiaoying, and his smile became even more wicked. "She's radiant, completely transformed, and even more dazzling! Looks like she's been well-nourished by someone!"

"boom!"

The laughter around them grew louder, and some people even started whistling.

Lin Xiaoying's pretty face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, heat rising to her head. She was both ashamed and angry, and glared fiercely at Zhuang Yan beside her, her eyes conveying the unmistakable meaning: "It's all your fault! Look at the awful friends you've made!"

Then, she forcefully shook off Zhuang Yan's hand, almost stomping her feet, and ran quickly towards the dormitory area without looking back. Her retreating figure clearly conveyed a sense of panicked escape.

"Hey, don't run away! Sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law, please share your dating tips! Give us some advice!"

Behind them came even more unrestrained shouts from Deng Zhenhua and his group, who even waved goodbye in a serious manner.

Zhuang Yan was left standing there, bewildered and amused. He touched his nose; he hadn't flinched even when facing a hail of bullets, but now he felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could even catch his breath, Zheng Sanpao, Chen Guotao, Geng Jihui, and others swarmed around him, each with a "malicious" smile on their face, ready to subject him to the "love" of comrades.

"You're something else, kid!" Zheng Sanpao punched him in the chest with considerable force. "You snagged the beauty of our military region without a word! You kept it well hidden!"

"Tell me the truth!" Chen Guotao pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses gleaming with gossip. "How far have things progressed? Holding hands? Hugging? Or... a home run?"

Geng Jihui, as the veteran captain, wasn't so boastful. He simply patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully: "Not bad, you've finally accomplished something worthwhile."

On the other hand, He Chenguang's treatment wasn't much better.

As soon as he entered the dormitory building and put down his luggage, Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu stood like two gatekeepers, blocking his dormitory entrance from the left and right.

"Chenguang! You're something else!" Wang Yanbing slapped He Chenguang on the shoulder with surprising force, making a loud thud. "You've been out for a while, and you look radiant, much more gentle! You've clearly been nourished by love!"

Li Erniu smiled憨厚ly, scratched the back of his head, and looked on with curiosity and longing.

"Chenguang, um... what's it like to be in love? What does it feel like to kiss... kiss a girl's lips? Is it like in the movies, soft and sweet?"

He Chenguang was speechless with exasperation at the questions posed by these two clowns.

In particular, Li Erniu's blunt and unvarnished question was like a heavy punch, precisely hitting his weak point. Even his usually cold and unchanging icy face showed a rare crack.

"Get lost!"

He gave a low, impatient shout and pushed aside the two people blocking his way.

"Don't go! Share your experience with the brothers!" Wang Yanbing wasn't about to let him go so easily. He stretched out his long arm, grabbed the man's neck, and hung on him.

"You're just a rich man who doesn't know the hunger of an starving man! Look at us, and then look at you. We're both human, but the difference is so huge! Teach me some secrets, so I can find a wife someday!"

On the training field not far away, Xu Tianlong, Gong Jian, and others couldn't help but chuckle at the scene at the dormitory entrance.

The entire Kunlun training base was filled with a cheerful atmosphere thanks to the return of these "vacationers." This kind of playful banter among comrades was the best way to relax during the high-intensity training.

However, after the playful fighting, as night fell and the noise of dinner subsided, this relaxed atmosphere was quickly replaced by a more fervent and repressed passion for cultivation.

On the training field, hundreds of searchlights illuminated the entire area as bright as day.

The soldiers were shirtless, their muscles bulging, and their sweat glistened under the lights before quickly evaporating into white steam.

The clanging of steel, the heavy breathing, the whistling of fists and feet cutting through the air, and the faint sound of wind and thunder as internal energy surged through the meridians, all blended into a wild and passionate battle song that belonged only to Kunlun.

Everyone is frantically squeezing out their last bit of potential.

In the heavily laden marching team, some ran until they were exhausted, yet gritted their teeth and refused to collapse. In the combat training arena, two people sparred, their punches landing hard until both were completely worn out. In the weight room, barbell plates were added to one extreme weight after another, each lift accompanied by a beast-like roar.

They had witnessed firsthand the terrifying, world-destroying power of "Tyrant" Su Chen, and had also heard about Zhuang Yan and He Chenguang's "heroic deeds" while carrying out missions outside through various channels.

Saving a girl from falling from a building with his bare hands, flattening a steel car with a single palm strike, and enduring a shotgun blast unscathed... These seemingly mythical feats actually happened to their comrades who spent every day with them.

All of this was like a series of powerful stimulants, injected deep into the hearts of each and every one of them.

Jealousy? Perhaps a little. But more than that, it was a burning, almost frantic desire.

They yearn to become stronger!

I long to have the earth-shattering power of my teachers!

I long to be like Zhuang Yan and He Chenguang, to step out into the world and become a god-like figure in the eyes of others! To become an impregnable fortress that can protect everything!

A frenzied wave of "involution" is playing out fiercely in every corner of Kunlun. No one supervises, no one forces them; it's a self-driven phenomenon originating from the depths of their souls. Here, laziness is the greatest shame.

Inside the division commander's office.

Su Chen stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling scene below. The shouts of the soldiers could be faintly heard even through the thick bulletproof glass. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

What he wanted was a highly aggressive and wolf-like army.

Kunlun, this peerless weapon he forged himself, is becoming sharper and more deadly at an alarming rate!

He turned around and walked to the wall. There hung a huge electronic map of China. He reached out and tapped the screen; the map instantly zoomed in, finally settling on the vast and complex region of the southwestern border.

His finger lightly traced that area on the map, as if he could touch the undercurrents and storms lurking there.

"Country M... 'Pandora'..."