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

Beijing, National Defense University.

As the highest institution of learning for military talent in the Dragon Kingdom, every blade of grass and every tree here exudes an aura of solemnity and reverence.

A taxi stopped at the school gate, and Su Chen got out carrying a simple bag.

He wasn't wearing his flashy lieutenant colonel uniform, but rather a regular cadet uniform with blank epaulets on his shoulders, signifying a new cadet. This blankness symbolized starting afresh and foreshadowed limitless possibilities for the future.

He took out the red document bearing the highest seal and handed it to the guard at the door. The guard's hand trembled slightly upon seeing the seal and signature, and he immediately dialed the internal phone. The imposing presence of that seal was enough to make even the most well-trained soldier's heart skip a beat.

Less than five minutes later, an elderly man with gray hair, a sprightly demeanor, and the rank of lieutenant general walked out quickly.

"You must be Comrade Su Chen? I'm Principal Yang Weiguo." Principal Yang extended his hand warmly, his hawk-like eyes subtly scrutinizing Su Chen. This young man before him possessed no trace of murderous intent; instead, he appeared calm and reserved. Yet, the more this was the case, the more astonished Principal Yang became. The "God of War" who had single-handedly quelled the battlefield, as described in the intelligence reports, was now as composed as a boy next door.

His aura was restrained, his gaze calm, without a trace of the arrogance of a young man who had achieved early success. Indeed, he was a promising prospect.

"Hello, Principal." Su Chen shook hands with him, neither humble nor arrogant. His palm was warm and strong, without the roughness left by years of handling guns and practicing martial arts, but like it was cast from fine steel.

"Your situation has been explained to me by the higher-ups," Principal Yang said, leading Su Chen along the tree-lined path. "You're a special case. Ordinary teaching methods aren't suitable for you."

He paused, then looked at Su Chen: "You possess divine power, a great fortune for the nation. But you must remember, the greater the power, the more wisdom and vision are needed to wield it. A lion that doesn't understand tactics will be worn down by a pack of hyenas that know how to cooperate. Do you understand what I mean?" Principal Yang's words were straightforward and to the point. This was not merely a warning, but a clear plan from the military for Su Chen's future.

"Understood," Su Chen replied, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable certainty. He certainly understood that the purpose of these five years of study was to train that "lion" with extraordinary power into a "commander" capable of commanding thousands of troops and winning battles from afar.

"Very good." Principal Yang nodded in satisfaction. "According to the military's arrangements, you will be enrolled as a transfer student in the second class of the Intermediate Command Department. However, your schedule is specially designed. In the morning, you will study combined tactics and operational command in the Command Department. In the afternoon, you will go to the Equipment Engineering College to study weapons principles and information warfare. In the evening, you will also go to the School of International Relations to audit a course on great power game theory."

Principal Yang looked at him with a hint of skepticism in his eyes, but more so with concern about whether he could successfully digest this arrangement: "Within five years, you will have to complete all the core courses of three majors. Can you do it?" This is almost the amount of learning a normal person needs in fifteen years, and all of these are subjects that require a high degree of concentration and practical understanding.

"Yes." Su Chen's answer was just one word. This word was understated, yet it contained a powerful confidence.

Just kidding. With his current terrestrial god-level primordial spirit, his brain's processing and memory abilities are comparable to a supercomputer; photographic memory is merely the most basic function. Let alone three majors, even thirty would be no problem for him. He was even thinking about how to find traces of "experience points" in this seemingly tedious study. After all, the National Defense University gathers not only knowledge, but also the future military elites and top talents of the Dragon Nation.

"Good! That's ambitious!" Principal Yang laughed heartily, his hearty laughter echoing through the woods, attracting the curious glances of many passing students. Principal Yang greatly admired Su Chen's spirit and confidence. He knew how high the expectations were for Su Chen, and he was well aware of the heavy burden this young man carried on his shoulders.

"Your dormitory has been arranged. It's a four-person room, just like the other cadets, with no special treatment. They are all young talents selected from various military regions, the pride of heaven, and they may all have quite a temper. You need to handle the relationships well." This was a well-intentioned reminder. The National Defense University brings together the elites of the entire army, each carrying their own pride and combat achievements. The competitive atmosphere is no less intense than the smoke and fire on the battlefield.

Su Chen was taken to the foot of a dormitory building. Principal Yang patted him on the shoulder and left, leaving behind a tall and straight figure.

302 Dormitory.

Su Chen pushed open the door and entered.

Inside the dormitory, three young men, all dressed in cadet uniforms, were chatting. When Su Chen entered, all three turned to look at him. Their instinct to observe strangers made them immediately scrutinize their new roommate.

One of the young men, a burly man with dark skin and muscular arms, clearly from a grassroots field unit, stood up. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "New guy? My name is Shi Lei, from the tank regiment. With that build, you'd be a steady tank driver." He extended his thick palm, appearing warm and straightforward.

Another young man, wearing glasses and with a refined demeanor, pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses revealing shrewdness. He smiled and said, "My name is Chen Mo, from the General Staff Technical Department. Brother, you look a bit unfamiliar. Were you sent here directly as a raw recruit?" He was clearly curious about Su Chen's background.

The last person, leaning against the headboard, was quite handsome, with an air of arrogance between his brows. He merely glanced at Su Chen indifferently without saying a word, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of disdain.

"My name is Su Chen." Su Chen put down his luggage and introduced himself simply. He sensed a condensed and unyielding aura within Du Fei's body, knowing that this man was no ordinary soldier and had reached a remarkable level in internal martial arts. To him, this was merely a minor trick in worldly martial arts, but for most people, it was indeed something to be proud of.

"Su Chen? Nice name." Shi Lei warmly came over to help him with his luggage. His overly friendly manner made it hard to refuse. "Brother, which unit are you from? Judging from your age, you don't seem like it. Are you a national defense student who came from the local area?"

Before Su Chen could answer, Du Fei, the arrogant young man leaning against the headboard, suddenly spoke up, his tone playful and his voice somewhat contemptuous: "Anyone who can transfer in at this time either has a powerful background or... committed some crime and was sent here, right? Don't tell me he's some pampered soldier who just wants to get a diploma because he has some family connections." Although he didn't name names, his words were clearly pointed, as if he was convinced that Su Chen was one of those "connections" who got in through connections.

These words immediately created an awkward atmosphere in the dormitory. Shi Lei's smile froze on his face, and Chen Mo also suppressed his curiosity.

Shi Lei quickly tried to smooth things over: "Du Fei, don't talk nonsense. We're all brothers in the same dormitory, we see each other all the time." He looked at Su Chen, then at Du Fei, clearly not wanting the new roommate to cause any unpleasantness as soon as he arrived.

Su Chen glanced at the young man named Du Fei, his eyes calm and unwavering, showing neither anger at being offended nor a desire to argue. He silently assessed Du Fei's strength, concluding he was roughly equivalent to the upper-middle level among the Dragon Soul team members he had casually trained before. In the secular world, this was certainly something to be proud of. He said nothing, simply beginning to make his bed. He meticulously took out basic toiletries and a change of clothes from his bag, his movements precise and thorough, as if Du Fei's provocation had never occurred.

The army was indeed full of hidden talents, but in his eyes, they were far from being "dragons"—too weak to inspire any desire.

Just then, the dormitory door opened again, and a lean instructor in civilian clothes walked in carrying a list. His sharp gaze swept across the dormitory, lingering on Su Chen for a second longer, seemingly with a hint of scrutiny. "Attention, everyone! Emergency assembly! New recruit assessment, 3,000-meter armed cross-country run, starting now!" The instructor's voice was loud and powerful, brooking no argument.

Shi Lei and Chen Mo's expressions instantly turned serious. The initial assessment is often the first hurdle of the new semester, and also the best opportunity for these high-achieving students to demonstrate their abilities.

Only Du Fei, a confident smile playing on his lips, undisguisedly swept his eyes over Su Chen again. He wanted to let this newcomer, this "connected" one, know that the National Defense University was not a place anyone could just stay, much less a playground where one could easily coast along based on connections. Du Fei had always been a top student in the field army, excelling in all military subjects, with armed cross-country running being his forte.

"Your assessment results will serve as your first record upon enrollment! Anyone who dares to slack off will be sent back to their original unit!" The instructor's last sentence carried a chill, ensuring that everyone was fully focused.

Su Chen remained completely unmoved. Armored off-road?

He was just wondering if, if he ran at full speed, he might accidentally break the sound barrier and cause a supersonic boom? Or leave a trail of afterimages on the track, making everyone think they saw a ghost?

Forget it, I'd better keep it to myself.

After all, the first step on the path to academic excellence can't begin with collapsing the track. He didn't want to attract too much unnecessary attention on the very first day. In his view, maintaining the image of an "excellent student" was enough; at least in the initial stages, he didn't intend to reveal his true abilities.