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

When Su Chen and the Kunlun Masters completely disappeared off the coast of Japan, the long-awaited sun finally cast its pale and weak light upon this ravaged land.

However, the sunlight brought no warmth whatsoever; instead, it revealed the horror of the previous night to the world in a more direct and cruel way.

Tokyo.

This international metropolis is now plunged into unprecedented chaos and panic.

Countless citizens were awakened from their sleep and rushed into the streets, looking in horror at the city center. The shrine that once symbolized the nation's "glory" was now just a bottomless pit emitting billowing black smoke.

Around the giant crater, the earth cracked and high-rise buildings collapsed, as if struck head-on by a small meteorite. The crater was bottomless, and the asphalt road around the crater shattered outwards, with cracks extending for hundreds of meters, like some kind of angry mark, forcibly branded onto the heart of the city.

Meanwhile, in the direction of Tokyo Bay, on the sea surface, an absurdly large whirlpool was still slowly rotating, swallowing everything around it.

Tsunami warning, earthquake warning, air raid warning...

Various piercing alarms blared wildly in every corner of the city.

The Prime Minister's official residence in Japan was already in complete chaos.

"Baka! What on earth is going on?! Where are the Self-Defense Forces? Where are the police?! Where have they all gone?!"

The newly appointed Japanese prime minister, a right-wing politician known for his tough stance, was now acting like a hysterical madman, roaring wildly into the phone.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister... our... our Self-Defense Forces, on their way to the scene, encountered... encountered an incomprehensible attack and were completely wiped out..."

On the other end of the phone, the Defense Minister's voice trembled and choked with sobs.

"And... the US Navy's... USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group... in Tokyo Bay, has also... lost contact..."

"What?!"

The prime minister swayed violently and slumped into a chair, the phone slipping limply from his hand and falling to the floor.

His eyes were filled with endless fear and despair.

He knew that Japan was finished.

The Eastern dragon, which had been asleep for nearly a century, finally opened its eyes, which were filled with the flames of vengeance.

And Japan was the first sacrifice used to consecrate its flag after it awoke.

……

On the ruins of Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

The first group of Japanese Self-Defense Force members who arrived at the scene were petrified as they looked at the land that looked as if it had been plowed by a giant beast.

All the buildings were razed to the ground.

All the runways were torn to pieces.

At the scene, apart from the corpses and remains scattered everywhere, no valuable clues could be found.

No, even the corpse was incomplete.

They only found some knocked-out M country technicians piled up in a corner.

When these technicians awoke from their coma and were asked what had happened the previous night...

Their answers were all remarkably consistent.

"The devil...we saw the devil..."

"God... is a deity from the East, who has brought down punishment..."

They were incoherent and their eyes were unfocused; clearly, their spirits had completely collapsed.

And when a Self-Defense Force officer, his voice trembling, asked about the missing fighter jets worth tens of billions of dollars.

A surviving ground crew member from Country M suddenly seemed to remember something. He pointed to the sky and let out a terrified scream.

"A hand! A golden hand, so large it blots out the sky!"

"That hand... that took all our planes!!"

His words sent chills down the spines of all the Japanese Self-Defense Force members present.

They looked up at the vast, empty blue sky, and it seemed they could also see the non-existent, golden giant hand.

Fear, silently, spread in everyone's heart.

……

Meanwhile, in the international waters of the East China Sea.

The North Sea Fleet of the Dragon Kingdom had been waiting here for a long time.

On the deck of the flagship warship, the fleet commander, an admiral with three gold stars on his shoulders, was anxiously gazing at the eastern horizon through binoculars.

Behind him stood rows of soldiers in pristine white naval uniforms, their faces showing a mixture of tension and anticipation.

They received the highest order from the Central Committee, instructing them to be here to welcome a triumphant, heroic army.

They didn't know the name of the unit, nor what kind of mission they were on.

But they knew it must be a momentous event, one that would be recorded in history.

"They're here!"

Suddenly, from the watchtower came the excited voice of the lookout, which had become distorted.

Everyone perked up and looked eastward in unison.

On the distant horizon, a dense cluster of black dots appeared.

Those black dots are approaching them at an unimaginable speed.

When the distance closed and everyone could see what it was.

The entire aircraft carrier deck fell into a deathly silence.

Three thousand warriors, clad in black and carrying Tang swords, strode swiftly across the sea as if walking on flat ground, their feet treading on the waves.

Above their heads, a gigantic hand, composed of pure energy and radiating golden light with clearly defined edges, supported over three hundred futuristic-looking fighter jets and thousands of prisoners, following them like a divine miracle. Its five fingers spread wide, palm facing upwards, the fighter jets densely packed on its surface, their wings interlaced, motionless and rooted to the spot. Behind the palm, another group of people floated—bound by some force, suspended in mid-air. As the hand moved, some struggled, others had already fainted, completely at its mercy.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard, no one knew who it was.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell on the deck.

All the naval officers and soldiers were completely stunned by this mythical scene before them.

They felt their worldview had been completely shattered at that moment.

"This...this is the heroic army the Central Committee was talking about?"

The admiral lowered his binoculars; his hands were trembling slightly.

His eyes were filled with boundless shock and fervor.

He knew that from this day forward, the fate of the Dragon Kingdom was truly about to change.

Su Chen led the soldiers of the Kunlun Division and soon arrived at the front of the aircraft carrier formation.

He looked at the stunned faces and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He controlled the giant golden hand, slowly and precisely placing over three hundred fighter jets and prisoners onto the aircraft carrier's wide deck, as if stacking building blocks.

After doing all this, he addressed the admiral on the aircraft carrier, saying loudly, "Brothers of the North Sea Fleet, thank you for your hard work."

"Let's go home."

His voice, though not loud, was like thunder, exploding in the ears of every naval officer and soldier.

Awaken them from their petrification.

After a brief silence.

It was a volcanic eruption!

"salute!"

The admiral roared out with all his might.

He gave Su Chen and the three thousand Kunlun warriors a standard and most respectful military salute.

"salute!"

On the deck, all the naval officers and men saluted their hero in unison.

The sea breeze passed between them.

Some people's eyes reddened.

It's not sadness.

It was something that had been pressing down in my chest for many years, and at this moment, it found a crack and seeped out.

Tears welled up in their eyes.

That was excitement, pride, and the purest glory of being a soldier of the Dragon Nation!