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

When the news of the Pyeongtaek naval base being reduced to ashes reached the White House in the United States through a trembling, tearful report from the South Korean military, dawn was just breaking in Washington.

In the Oval Office, the President of Country M concluded an all-night economic meeting, his face showing a hint of weariness, but even more so, a confident air of control. He had just poured himself a freshly brewed cup of piping hot coffee, preparing to enjoy a moment of triumphant tranquility in the morning light.

However, this tranquility was completely shattered by a loud bang.

The office door was flung open, and Secretary of Defense Brown stumbled in, one of his expensive handmade leather shoes missing, his gray hair plastered messily to his sweat-drenched forehead.

"Sir! A state of emergency!" Brown's voice was unusually sharp due to lack of oxygen. The screen of the encrypted tablet in his hand flickered, and the light reflected off his distorted face.

"Pyeongsawa...Pyeongsawa base..." He gasped for breath, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"What happened to Pyeongtaek?" The president frowned, clearly displeased with Brown's outburst. "Infiltrated? Or is it a communications malfunction?"

"Gone!" Brown finally managed to squeeze out the word, slamming the tablet down in front of the president. "Completely gone from the map!"

On the screen are images transmitted in real time by military high-altitude satellites.

The once massive base, a symbol of the United States' absolute military hegemony in Northeast Asia, is now nothing but an ugly, enormous, charred scar, still belching black smoke and steam. It's as if some deity has scooped a huge chunk of the earth away with a spoon.

The president's hand, holding the coffee cup, froze in mid-air.

"Clang!"

An expensive bone china coffee cup was smashed onto a hand-woven carpet, and the dark brown liquid, like congealed blood, quickly seeped out.

His eyes were glued to the screen, his pupils contracting violently as he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

"Nuclear strike?! Which madman pressed the button?!" He jumped up from his chair, his voice cracking with shock.

"It wasn't a nuclear strike." Brown's voice carried a sense of utter despair, as if he had been completely crushed. "There was no residual nuclear radiation at the scene. The South Korean report says... the entire base, along with tens of thousands of troops, was wiped out in a very short time by... a force that cannot be explained by physics."

He paused for a moment, as if giving himself a final mental pep talk, before adding in a barely audible voice, "The Nimitz flotilla that arrived at port for resupply... also... evaporated."

"What?!"

This time, the president didn't stand up; instead, he staggered backward, and if it weren't for the desk behind him, he would have collapsed to the ground. His face drained of all color in a few seconds, turning as pale as Brown's.

A fully equipped Nimitz-class carrier battle group, just vanished without a trace? Along with the entire overseas base?

This is not war, this is a fantasy! This is divine punishment upon mortals!

"Who did this?! Who on earth did it?!" The president's roar echoed in the empty office, filled with unprecedented panic.

Brown swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said hoarsely, "The scene... is completely empty. No shell casings, no attacker's body, and those Korean idiots even said... there wasn't even a clear footprint."

"But..." Brown's eyes were unfocused, filled with unfathomable fear, "Based on our previous highest-level assessment of the Sichuan incident... there is a 99% chance that it is... it is that army from China."

"Kunlun..."

The president murmured the name as if the word itself carried an immense weight, draining all his strength. He swayed, finally unable to support himself, and slumped heavily back into his leather seat.

He recalled the top-secret report he had dismissed as "nonsense," which described a dragon nation army that was both godlike and demonic, possessing power beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He always thought that it was just a propaganda gimmick put up by the Dragon Kingdom during a special period, a kind of psychological tactic.

He never imagined that this force, which he had scorned, would strike the United States in the face in such a direct, bloody, and unreasonable way.

Fear, like the icy waters of the deep sea, instantly engulfed him, suffocating him.

He knew very well that from this moment on, the world order dominated by the United States for nearly a century had collapsed.

The new order will be written by the Eastern dragon, whose eyes have already been opened, using the corpses of its enemies.

……

Almost at the same time that the White House fell into dead silence, the alarms of all the world's top intelligence agencies were raised to the highest level.

Y Country, MI6. F Country, General Bureau of External Security. R Country, Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office.

All the intelligence analysts were frozen in place, staring blankly at the enormous, charred scar on the satellite cloud image, their minds completely blank. All the analytical models and established plans became worthless at that moment.

In their minds, only one name echoed, making them tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Kunlun.

A silent panic is sweeping across the world's top leadership and is spreading rapidly.

Meanwhile, at the Dalian military base, a thousand miles away, the scene was quite different.

The soldiers of the Kunlun Division are enjoying an extremely lavish welcome feast.

In the base's oversized canteen, the cooks pulled out all the stops, serving up a stream of hearty dishes that smelled so good they could practically lift the roof off.

The soldiers took off their menacing black combat uniforms and put on clean training uniforms. They were all radiant and in high spirits.

Last night's killings and revenge did not tire them out; on the contrary, they acted like a powerful stimulant, sweeping away the pent-up emotions in each of their hearts.

They ate meat heartily, drank wine (using tea instead of wine) from large bowls, and boasted to each other about how valiant they had been in the battle the previous night.

"You didn't see it! I used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to smash a tank into a pancake!" Wang Yanbing said, his face flushed and spittle flying from his mouth.

"What's that?" Shi Sanba retorted, not to be outdone. "I used the Bone-Melting Palm to turn an American soldier into a pool of blood, leaving not even a bone fragment!"

"Stop bragging."

Leng Feng held his teacup, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire cafeteria.

He glanced around, his eyes devoid of any smile: "Killing a few rabble is nothing to brag about. South Korea is just an appetizer. When will we tear down that dilapidated shrine of Little Days, burn the memorial tablets inside as firewood, and then come here to drink and celebrate?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the superficial restlessness of the crowd, but igniting the fire of revenge deep within their hearts.

Correct!

Pyeongtaek base, it's just interest!

That so-called "shrine" that enshrines Class A war criminals and bears the weight of a century of national humiliation is the real main course of this revenge feast!

"Yeah! Let's fucking live our little lives!"

"Tear down that dilapidated shrine!"

"To avenge our ancestors!"

The once noisy cafeteria suddenly changed atmosphere, and an intensely suppressed killing intent gathered once more.

Su Chen sat in the main seat, quietly watching everything, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

Last night's battle was not only a revenge, but also a complete baptism. It allowed these warriors to truly witness their transformed power, and their Dao hearts, tempered by blood and fire, became more resolute than ever before.

"Husband," Long Xiaoyun said in a low voice as she walked to Su Chen's side, "Everything is ready. The soldiers will rest for a day and replenish their medicine. We can set off at dawn tomorrow."

Su Chen nodded.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the cafeteria, across the turbulent Yellow Sea, and into the more distant East.

That's where the sun rises.

Yes, that's their next target for revenge.

He knew that the world was trembling because of them.

But this is just the beginning.

The fangs of the Dragon Kingdom have been revealed.

Next, they will use the blood and cries of their enemies to proclaim to the world.

A brand new era belonging to the Dragon Kingdom has arrived.