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

The journey back to Kunlun was a completely different world from the oppressive and chilling atmosphere that had gripped them on their way there.

Inside the cabin, the deathly silence was replaced by a sense of relief, as if one had survived a catastrophe, and a sense of exhilaration, as if one had just gotten revenge.

The soldiers huddled together in twos and threes, their postures still upright, but the tension that had been building for so long between their brows finally eased. They talked in hushed tones, spittle flying as they shared their experiences on the battlefield, occasionally letting out suppressed chuckles, like the premonition of thunder.

"Damn it, you guys didn't see that!" Gao Cheng, with his legs crossed, his long legs almost taking up half the aisle, gestured wildly, "I smashed that shabby archway at the shrine's entrance to dust with one punch! The expressions on the faces of those little Japanese priests in white robes and top hats were like they were watching their ancestral graves being dug up by an excavator. It was as spectacular as it gets!"

"That's called reckless action." Yuan Lang leaned against the bulkhead, slowly wiping a captured samurai sword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly under the light. A smirk played on his lips, a hint of wickedness in the curve. "My side was much more fun. I used a kind of 'Great Shift of the Universe' technique, making their bullets take a sharp turn in mid-air, 'pfft pfft pfft,' feeding them all back onto their own men. Those bastards never understood it until they died, thinking it was Amaterasu Omikami appearing to punish them, each one prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowing to the sky with more devotion than worshipping their own father."

"Hahaha……"

Another burst of laughter erupted in the cabin, laughter that contained contempt for the enemy's stupidity, but also absolute confidence in their own godlike power.

They are no longer what they used to be.

They are no longer the special forces soldiers who need to rely on tactics, teamwork, or even luck to survive in a hail of bullets. They are something else entirely now; monsters that can make modern weapons a joke.

This fundamental shift in mindset is more profound and dangerous than a mere surge in power.

Su Chen sat at the front, eyes closed, listening quietly to the noise behind him without saying a word to stop it.

He knew that this post-war catharsis was necessary.

Two consecutive battles that can be described as one-sided slaughter are enough to make anyone with a slightly weak will completely succumb to the pleasure of killing and turn into a demon who only knows destruction.

But the soldiers of the Kunlun Division would not.

Su Chen knew clearly that every action they took, every drop of blood they shed, was not for personal gain. It was for the national enemy from a hundred years ago, for the names engraved on the monument, and for protecting the peace of the land behind them.

In their hearts, there is an anchor, heavy and firm, that keeps them firmly locked in the position of "human".

As the massive transport plane landed smoothly on the runway at the Kunlun base, the moment the hatch opened, the unique, crisp, and refreshing air characteristic of the plateau rushed in.

Miao Zhiyuan had already led all the logistics personnel and soldiers who remained on duty to line up and wait on the tarmac.

When he saw those three thousand familiar figures, all of them in good spirits, walking down the gangway, the base commander, who had seen it all, couldn't help but tear up.

The entire base, after a night of silence, was instantly set ablaze.

"Welcome back, heroes!"

The roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, echoed through the Kunlun Mountains, startling even the distant snow-capped peaks, which seemed to tremble.

The soldiers who remained behind looked at their returning comrades with a mixture of envy, respect, and barely suppressed anxiety in their eyes. Although they had not been on the front lines, through the specially processed battle footage sent back by Miao Zhiyuan, they had gained a vague yet awe-inspiring understanding of the great achievements their comrades had made.

That wasn't war; that was divine punishment.

Su Chen didn't hold any welcoming ceremony. He simply stood in front of the line, his gaze calmly sweeping over every young or weathered face.

He only said one sentence.

"Disband all members and take a month-long break."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"You have only one task for this month."

"Forget the killing, forget the enemy, forget that you are warriors of the Kunlun Division."

"Go and experience life, smell the aroma of the steamed bun shop downstairs from your home, watch the old men playing chess in the park, and spend time with your family."

"Go tell your wife that her husband has returned safely. Go tell your children that their father is a hero. Go tell your parents that their son has not disgraced them."

"Go tell them we've won."

After saying that, he waved his hand and led Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei straight to his residence.

Only three thousand soldiers, still basking in the glory of victory, and the cheers that filled the valley remained. They were silent at first, and then, someone couldn't help but wipe their face hard with the back of their hand.

……

A month is, in the eyes of the outside world, thirty days of breathtaking and ever-changing events.

As for the United States, a strange and suffocating silence ensued.

There was no condemnation, no protest, and not even any official explanation for those two military disasters that were national disgrace. It was as if the tens of thousands of troops who vanished into thin air and the two carrier strike groups that sank to the bottom of the sea had never existed.

But everyone knows that beneath this deathly silence lies a turbulent undercurrent.

The world's attention is focused on the East.

Countless spy satellites and intelligence analysts work around the clock, trying to find any trace of the mysterious force that appears and disappears like a ghost.

They speculated, they analyzed, they feared.

They wanted to know where the sword hanging over the head of the global hegemon would strike next.

However, Kunlun seemed to have completely evaporated from this world.

They vanished without a trace, leaving no further news.

This allowed those in power around the world to breathe a sigh of relief, but also to feel a deeper, more profound fear stemming from the unknown.

……

At this moment, in Su Chen's office at the Kunlun Base.

Su Chen, Long Xiaoyun, Du Feifei, and several core officers including Miao Zhiyuan and Gao Dazhuang were sitting around a huge holographic projection sand table.

The sand table displays a panoramic 3D map of country M, showing its topography, cities, and military bases in minute detail.

"Commander, all the intelligence has been verified."

Miao Zhiyuan pointed to a dark red area on the sand table, deep in the Nevada desert, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"The intelligence we extracted from those prisoners is consistent with our previous assumptions. Area 51 does indeed exist."

"That is the top-secret biological and cutting-edge technology research base of the United States, with authority even above that of the president."

"The headquarters of the 'Pandora Project' is located in the deepest part of that place."

"According to the confession of a surviving senior researcher, the final product of the Pandora Project was a biological weapon that they called 'Doomsday'."

"He said...that thing possesses a near-infinite self-evolutionary ability. Every time it is damaged, it will repair itself in a very short time and evolve corresponding countermeasures against the source of the damage. Its power also far exceeds the 'Tyrant Generation 1' we encountered before, and even surpasses the Tyrant Generation 2 that we are currently researching."

"They even arrogantly claimed that 'Doomsday' was a being capable of 'killing gods'."

Kill gods...

Upon hearing those two words, Gao Dazhuang snorted and curled his lip in disdain. "God-slaying? They've never even seen what a god is, yet they dare to boast like that?"

Most of the others had similar expressions. After witnessing Su Chen's devastating power, they found it hard to believe that any flesh and blood in the world could threaten their master.

However, there was no hint of disdain on Su Chen's face.

A hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Infinite evolution?"

"That's interesting."

He looked at the mysterious area on the sand table, surrounded by layers of defense systems, and gently traced his fingertips across it.

He knew that was the end of this expedition, and also the most interesting destination.

He wanted to see for himself what exactly this so-called "divine weapon" that the United States had poured all its national resources into researching was.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces filled with fighting spirit, and his voice rang out again.

"My month-long break is almost over."

"In one week, we will embark on our final journey. Those who haven't had enough time to go home and see their loved ones, and haven't had a proper goodbye, seize the last moments."

"Our target—the US mainland!"

His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chill that seemed to freeze the air.

"This time, I want the people on that land to truly feel what despair is."

His finger lightly touched the holographic sand table.

The landing point was precisely that restricted area marked in red.

District 51.

A final battle that will completely change the world order and even the course of human history is about to begin.