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

In the capital city, in the Western Hills, in that top-secret meeting room that symbolized the highest military center of the Dragon Kingdom, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

A huge electronic sand table on the wall is silently playing a video that is being repeatedly replayed.

The video was not clear, with some green noise typical of night vision devices, but the content was enough to make every general present feel their heart clench.

In the video, fifty black ghostly figures, in a way that completely disregards the common sense of physics, utterly and irrevocably tore apart a heavily armed drug trafficking gang.

That wasn't a battle.

That was a one-sided massacre!

A figure charged into the hail of machine gun fire, bullets whizzing past him, yet none could even touch the hem of his clothes. Then, he yanked the roaring metal behemoth, tripod and all, straight out of the concrete fortification.

Elsewhere, four burly figures faced an incredibly thick alloy explosion-proof door. Without using any tools, they simply inserted their fingers into the door cracks, and with a sickening metallic twisting sound, tore the entire door off.

This battle report, urgently sent overnight by the Southeast Military Region using the highest level of authority, is now placed in front of everyone.

The report was very short, only one page long.

But every word on it was like a red-hot branding iron, burning fiercely into the eyes of every military region commander.

Our casualties: zero.

"Results: 357 enemy soldiers were annihilated...the ringleader was captured alive..."

"Zero casualties! Complete annihilation!"

Commander Wang of the North China Military Region, known for his fiery temper, slammed his hand on the table, the thick mahogany surface emitting a dull thud as if it could no longer bear the weight.

His weathered, bronze face was flushed red with extreme excitement, and his tiger-like eyes gleamed with a terrifying light.

"Good! Zero casualties! That bastard He Zhijun, he kept quiet and gave me a huge, resounding fart!"

His crude metaphors, however, did not offend anyone.

Because everyone's feelings were the same as his—excited and unsettled! This was no longer a simple military victory; it was a myth, a miracle capable of overturning existing warfare models!

"Old Wang, don't get too excited."

Beside him, Commander Li from the coastal defense line had an equally burning gaze. His fingers unconsciously traced the words "Dragon Blood No. 1" on the report, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

"Didn't you see the key point? The key point is this 'Dragon Blood Number One'! His basic physical attributes are enhanced fourfold! My goodness, what does that mean? It's turning our soldiers from humans into superheroes!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice even changed slightly.

"With this thing, why would we need to build aircraft carriers? Why would we need to research fifth-generation fighters? We could just inject every Marine with it, creating a superhuman army. Under the cover of darkness, we could sneak up on the enemy's carriers, and those bastards wouldn't even have time to react! Push them forward, who the hell could stop us?!"

These words instantly ignited the entire conference room.

Suppressed breathing filled the air as each general in command of a region frantically conducted mental simulations, imagining these "super warriors" tackling their most troublesome tactical problems.

"That's right! This thing will be the cornerstone of our Dragon Nation's army for the next few decades!"

"We must mass-produce them! We must equip our entire army with them at all costs!"

"It's not just about equipping the entire army; this kind of strategic weapon must be firmly controlled by ourselves! The technological blockade must be at the highest level!"

"Equipment? How do we equip it? The report said that the production capacity of this thing is extremely limited. Wolf Fang only managed to obtain those fifty precious eggs after a tremendous amount of effort!"

One sentence was enough to instantly cool down the generals, who had just been filled with enthusiasm, as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

Yes, the stuff is good, but there are too many wolves and not enough meat!

The next second, everyone's gaze, filled with a burning, almost greedy desire, converged on the old man sitting in the main seat, who had remained silent throughout, simply watching the report.

That was the pillar of the Dragon Kingdom's military, the true big shot.

"Boss!"

Commander Wang was the first to lose his composure. He practically jumped up from his chair and walked a few steps to the old man. His burly frame was now slightly hunched over, his posture extremely humble.

"Our North China Military Region faces the armored onslaught from the north year-round, so the pressure is immense! The entire border stretches for thousands of kilometers, all plains—perfect for those steel monsters to run rampant! This 'Dragon Blood No. 1,' the next batch, no matter what, must come to us first! Give me a regiment! No, a battalion, and I guarantee that bear in the north will have to obediently hibernate!"

"fart!"

Commander Li also rushed up, puffing out his beard and glaring, showing no respect for his old comrade-in-arms.

"Old Wang, stop playing the victim! How many years has it been peaceful over there? Our coastline is the real eye of the storm! The US carrier strike group is always hovering near our doorstep. Those sons of bitches from 'God's Forbidden Zone,' those genetic monsters they created, didn't they all infiltrate from the sea the last few times? In terms of threat level and urgency, our Marine Corps is the one that needs this miracle drug the most!"

"Stop arguing!"

Commander Ma, who came from the Northwest, also got anxious. He pushed the two aside, his face full of worry.

"Our place is so poor it's practically a ghost town, but who here doesn't know how important its strategic location is? It's the lifeline of our Dragon Nation's energy supply! Several oil and gas pipelines, tens of thousands of kilometers long, are exposed on the Gobi Desert! If something goes wrong, it'll be a huge disaster! This medicine must be given to us first! Just fifty, no, thirty soldiers like these can form a rapid reaction force, more effective than a division!"

"Why are you army and navy getting involved? When it comes to rapid response, who can compare to our airborne troops?"

"Our Rocket Force is a vital national asset. Aren't the troops protecting the launch silos important?"

For a moment, the entire conference room was as noisy as a vegetable market.

A group of old generals, whose combined age was nearly a thousand years and whose mere stomp could shake a military region, were now red-faced and spitting as they argued over the elusive quota for the miraculous medicine. They were practically about to start a fight on the spot.

The old man remained silent, simply watching them quietly.

His gaze was calm and deep, as if he were looking at a group of children fighting over candy.

Only when the argument gradually subsided, and everyone swallowed hard, looking at him with expectant, longing, and even pleading eyes, did he slowly put down the report in his hand.

He picked up the celadon teacup on the table and gently skimmed off the floating tea leaves with the lid.

"Sizzle..."

The faint sound, though barely audible in the otherwise quiet conference room, was as clear as a clap of thunder.

The entire conference room fell silent instantly.

All the generals unconsciously held their breath and stood at attention, as if awaiting judgment.

The old man's movements were slow and gentle, yet they seemed to possess a strange magic, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

After a long while, he finally raised his eyelids, and his seemingly cloudy yet profound eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, slowly swept over everyone present.

"Want 'Dragon Blood No. 1'?"

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"think!"

All the generals spoke in unison, their voices so loud and clear, as if they had rehearsed, that the lights on the ceiling trembled slightly.

The old man nodded, gently put down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a crisp "tap".

Then, he said something that left everyone speechless.

"If you want it, don't come looking for me."

The air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze.

The generals exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with incomprehension. If not you, who else? Who in this world could decide the allocation of such vital national assets?

The old man ignored their astonishment, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"I have fully authorized the production and distribution of 'Dragon Blood No. 1' to Comrade Su Chen, the commander of the Kunlun Division."

"How much you can get from him is up to your individual abilities."