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

In Beijing, inside the imposing Central Military Commission building, the core conference room, the focus of countless eyes, was brightly lit, yet this light carried an unusual tranquility.

The heavy mahogany conference table exuded a somber sense of history. Around it sat several elders from the highest decision-making level of the Dragon Kingdom, as well as descendants of several senior founding generals from the military. Their life trajectories were inextricably linked to the century-long trials and tribulations of the Republic. Most of them had graying temples, their eyes so deep they seemed to see into people's hearts; their imposing presence, though not angry, was a dignity honed by time, and a testament to their unwavering belief in protecting their communities.

Normally, the atmosphere at meetings here is solemn, even almost stagnant. But tonight, an indescribable surge of energy permeates the air, like a volcano about to erupt, its immense power accumulating imperceptibly.

The VIP sat in the center, his back ramrod straight, exuding an understated composure. He slightly raised his hand, gesturing to his secretary to distribute an encrypted report to each of the key officials present. The report's cover was extremely simple, bearing only five characters in vigorous, powerful regular script: Kunlun Division Combat Strength Assessment.

"Gentlemen," the big boss finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, each word striking clearly in everyone's hearts and echoing in every corner of the conference room, "This report was just sent by Comrade Xiao Su."

His gaze slowly swept across the entire room, carrying a hint of hidden meaning.

Please take a look.

As the words fell, a soft rustling of papers turning filled the room, like a gentle breeze wafting through the heavy atmosphere. Initially, many frowned slightly, harboring a nagging sense of skepticism towards the "Kunlun Division," a unit shrouded in legend. They had witnessed the Kunlun Division's astonishing localized and emergency response capabilities during last year's joint exercises and several major disaster relief efforts. But even the most extraordinary feats had their limits. They were accustomed to measuring everything within existing military frameworks.

However, as their gazes rapidly moved across the pages of the report, a chilling change began to appear in each person's expression. At first, there was a barely perceptible stiffness, then their eyes gradually sharpened and focused, and their breathing became heavy.

"Everyone is at least a Grandmaster!"

A single sentence, like a thunderclap, resounded first in the heart of an old general. The report in his hand was almost crushed out of shape.

"Over two thousand mid-stage Grandmasters!"

Another elder in the decision-making team suddenly straightened his back, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. His fingertips traced the line of text on the report, as if to confirm that it wasn't an illusion.

"Miao Zhiyuan and other core members have reached the peak of the Grandmaster level!"

An eerie silence fell over the conference room, broken only by suppressed breathing and the rustling of pages turning. Everyone held their breath, awaiting even more groundbreaking content.

Next page.

"Long Xiaoyun, Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua, Liang Sanxi, and Jin Kailai—five... early-stage Land Immortals?!"

These five names, and the astonishing classification of realms that followed, exploded one after another in the minds of the attendees like nuclear bombs. Their thinking was completely overturned at this moment; all common sense and all knowledge were shattered by this sudden information.

"Clatter!"

A crisp sound shattered the deathly silence. The pen in the old general's hand slipped from his grasp and slammed heavily onto the mahogany table with a dull thud. His eyes widened, bloodshot, his face etched with utter shock. His lips trembled, opening and closing several times, but not a single word could escape his throat. He stared intently at the string of numbers on the report, his mind blank, as if all his capacity for thought had been stripped away in an instant.

"This...this is fucking impossible?!" A senior member of the decision-making team finally lost his composure. He abruptly stood up, his chair sliding backward with a screeching sound. His voice trembled violently, his words incoherent, "I thought...I thought the power Kunlun Masters displayed last time was the limit of humanity! But unexpectedly...in just a few months, they have accomplished...accomplished a truly legendary leap!"

He waved his arms, so excited that he almost lost his composure.

"Five thousand Grandmasters! Five terrestrial immortals! What kind of concept is this? This... this is an army that has never existed in human history! This is an invincible force that surpasses all conventional weapons, and even, in some ways, nuclear weapons!" His voice rose, each word resounding. "Once such a force is deployed to the battlefield, it means... it means a complete rewriting of the global power structure!"

The entire conference room was stunned by these words. A fierce fire burned in everyone's eyes.

"This...this is the 'divine weapon' of my Dragon Kingdom!" Another old general could no longer control his emotions. His eyes burned, and two streams of tears rolled down his weathered cheeks. He slammed his palm hard on the table, making a dull thud, but no one around paid any attention.

In an instant, countless humiliating images from modern times flooded his mind—the bitter history of China being bullied by foreign powers and mocked by the West as a "sick man." He thought of the helplessness and tragedy of countless predecessors who fought bloody battles but were powerless to turn the tide due to the disparity in strength. Those images were like a stamp, etched into the deepest, most painful part of his memory.

And now, today, the Dragon Kingdom possesses such a trump card, enough to deter the villains! The pain that has been suppressed in its bones for a hundred years has finally found an outlet.

A tremendous surge of exhilaration swept through the conference room like a whirlwind. The expressions on everyone's faces radiated genuine pride and passion—the exhilaration of a century of national humiliation being washed away, the eruption of long-suppressed fighting spirit. They all turned to look at the leader, their eyes filled with inquiry and expectation, awaiting further instructions, awaiting the announcement of how this power would be used.

The leader took a deep breath, the fervent emotions in the conference room surging in like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming him. He clearly felt the burning collective pride within them, and the heavy weight of the crucial responsibility on his shoulders pressed down even more heavily. He knew that the true strength of the Kunlun Division had far exceeded everyone's expectations, even surpassing his own most optimistic predictions, reaching an unimaginable peak.

"Gentlemen," the leader spoke again, his tone filled with undisguised fervor, like a raging fire, "the strength of the Kunlun Masters has reached an unparalleled level. This symbolizes that our Dragon Kingdom will completely wash away the humiliation of the past century and once again stand at the pinnacle of the world!" His voice was powerful and resonant, each word carrying an undeniable determination and boundless vision for the future.

"Now, I announce to you all," the leader abruptly changed the subject, the atmosphere in the room suddenly becoming even more solemn, so solemn that one could almost hear their own heartbeat, "Comrade Xiao Su has formulated a top-secret strategic plan in response to the current international situation and the latest strength of the Kunlun Division." He knew full well that the upcoming plan would be even more disruptive than the demonstration of the Kunlun Division's own strength. It would be a truly earth-shattering event.

The big boss's gaze sharpened, and his voice became increasingly deep and resonant.

"Comrade Xiao Su proposes that the first phase objective of the Kunlun Division be an expedition to South Korea!"

These few words alone caused everyone present to gasp in shock. An expedition! Not a defense, not a drill, but an expedition!

"Uproot all of the US military bases deployed there, and eliminate this malignant tumor growing on our doorstep!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. Many people clenched their fists and their eyes shone with excitement.

"Afterwards, launch a surprise attack on Little Day Country!"

The air in the meeting room became sweltering as the second objective was announced.

"Destroy the Yasukuni Shrine within its borders to finally settle the score for the blood feud of our ancestors!"

"Yasukuni Shrine!" An elderly general slammed his fist on the table, his eyes bloodshot, a hoarse voice emanating from his throat, like the roar of a beast finally breaking free of its cage after a century of imprisonment. His voice carried the pent-up indignation and overwhelming hatred of half a lifetime. "That boy, Su… he truly avenged us, for the millions of compatriots who perished under the Japanese devils' swords!" His hands trembled, as if the image of that era of black and white, of war and smoke, of rivers of blood and shattered homes, was replaying before his eyes. This suppressed pain found an outlet at this moment.

"At the same time, eliminate all military bases deployed by the US in our country, dealing the heaviest blow to its overseas military forces!"

"Ultimately, launch an expedition to the US mainland and destroy Area 51 and its so-called 'Pandora Project'!"

Every word uttered by the leader transformed the atmosphere in the conference room. Those initially excited by the Kunlun Division's strength now held their breath, speechless with shock. An expedition! First to South Korea! Then to Japan! Finally, heading straight for the US mainland! This was no simple military operation. It was the most direct, wildest, and most thorough response to those powers that had once bullied China and still clamored for its dominance! It marked the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one!

"That's exhilarating!" Another elder roared, his chest heaving violently. The outburst of sound carried a wild, cathartic release, pouring out the national spirit that had been suppressed for a century. His bloodshot eyes were filled with excitement and fervor.

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"We must fight!"

"Let's turn the world upside down! Let's show the might of our Dragon Kingdom! Let's show the dignity of our Dragon Kingdom! Let those who bullied and humiliated us in the past witness the iron will and sharp edge of our Dragon Kingdom today!"

The conference room was instantly engulfed in a roar of excitement. The previously meticulous and serious strategic considerations were completely replaced by a surge of patriotic fervor. Everyone unhesitatingly expressed their firm support for Su Chen's plan; not a single voice voiced opposition. It was a heartfelt yearning for national rejuvenation and ethnic revenge, ignited by Su Chen's courage, that exploded instantly.

"Young Su, your courage and boldness are truly admirable!" A descendant of one of the most senior founding generals, his eyes still glistening with tears, spoke with unwavering resolve, "But we old folks will cover for him!" His gaze towards the leader was filled with undisguised certainty, "Even if the sky falls, we old guys will hold it up for him!" His words were powerful and resounding, representing the entire decision-making body's boundless trust and support for Su Chen.

A deep sense of satisfaction flowed through the leader's eyes. He knew that this overwhelming support was not only an affirmation of Su Chen personally, but also the most solemn and sacred recognition of the Kunlun Division, a vital national asset.

He nodded forcefully, his voice low but filled with unwavering resolve and iron will: "Alright! In that case, I'll immediately inform Xiao Su and tell him to go for it!"