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

The White House, Situation Room.

When the terrifying bolt of lightning, which pierced through hundreds of meters of ground, crashed down in the satellite imagery, turning the entire screen a ghastly white, everyone in the room instinctively closed their eyes.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

one second.

two seconds.

When the image finally recovered from the overexposed white light, the red life signal that should have been present, representing the final result of the "Genesis" project, had completely disappeared from the tactical map.

They vanished without a trace.

"Report... report on 'Doomsday's' vital signs..." A technician in charge of monitoring stammered, but couldn't get the rest of the sentence out.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Speak!" An old general with gray hair and four general stars on his shoulders slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"The signal... disappeared... completely, vanished." The technician's voice was choked with sobs. "According to the reverse calculation based on the energy model, 'Doomsday' was... completely vaporized within 0.01 seconds of contact with the attack."

The word "gasification" struck like two heavy hammer blows into the hearts of every high-ranking official in the US military in the war room.

It’s over.

It's all over.

That weapon, which cost the United States countless financial, material, and human resources, and brought together the most advanced biotechnology and genetic engineering, was the ultimate weapon they placed their hopes on to fight against Kunlun, or even to kill gods...

That's it? Gone just like that?

Was it struck by a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky?

This is more absurd than a fairy tale!

The president of Country M, seated in the main seat, was ashen-faced. He stared at the enormous hole on the screen, a hole pierced right through the earth, its edges as smooth as a mirror, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He lost.

We lost completely.

The loss was a foregone conclusion.

How can we fight like this? The enemy isn't content with just pushing across the ground; they've started summoning heavenly thunder? Is this the kind of power humans possess? This is war, not mythology!

A profound sense of powerlessness and despair, like icy seawater, overwhelmed everyone present.

"What...what else can we do?" a civilian official muttered to himself, his voice filled with confusion and fear.

Yes, what else can we do?

The most powerful biological weapon was instantly destroyed. A secret base that had been cultivated for decades was treated like someone else's backyard, with people coming and going as they pleased.

Surrender?

The thought of the iron-fisted tactics that Kunlun of the Dragon Kingdom had previously displayed was quickly extinguished as soon as it popped into their minds.

Given Kunlun's style of doing things, every single one of the top officials in the US would have to be hung on a street lamp.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence.

In this atmosphere of despair, the president of Country M, who had been silent all along, suddenly flushed an unnatural red on his pale face.

His eyes, which had initially been lifeless, slowly turned into madness.

"Who said we lost?"

His hoarse voice sounded particularly jarring in the silent command room.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Plan Doomsday has failed." The president slowly stood up, his hands gripping the table, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over everyone present. "But, we, the United States, have not lost!"

He took a deep breath, as if to expel all the fear in his chest and replace it with a mad urge to perish together with others.

"The Kunlun people of the Dragon Kingdom, they are very strong. Stronger than human."

"But no matter how strong they are, can they withstand a nuclear bomb?"

"If one isn't enough, then ten will do!"

"Ten isn't enough, then a hundred! A thousand!"

The president's voice grew louder and more excited, and his expression became distorted and ferocious.

"He can summon lightning, can't he? I don't believe he can bring down all the nuclear warheads in the entire Pacific Ocean!"

"Since they won't give us a way to survive, then let's all just give up on living!"

"Even if my country is destroyed, I will tear a piece of flesh from the Dragon Kingdom!"

His words, like the whispers of a demon, ignited the seed of "madness" in the hearts of everyone present.

Yup!

They also have a nuclear arsenal!

That's the sword of Damocles hanging over the entire world! It's their ultimate trump card that has allowed them to maintain their global dominance for decades!

"Order!" The president's eyes gleamed with the final madness of a gambler. "Order the strategic nuclear submarine force to immediately enter wartime status!"

"Once the Kunlun troops from the Dragon Kingdom withdraw from our territory, immediately launch a saturation nuclear strike against them!"

"Target: Kunlun troops!"

"I will annihilate them completely at sea!"

"yes!"

In the command center, a unified yet destructive response rang out.

……

Meanwhile, underground in Area 51.

The warriors of Kunlun were still in a state of great shock and could not recover for a long time.

They stared blankly at the huge hole pierced by lightning, then at the deep pit burned into a glassy shape, and finally, their gazes converged on the man's back.

Their commander, Su Chen.

"Gulp."

Wang Yanbing swallowed hard, feeling his throat so dry it was practically on fire.

He nudged He Chenguang next to him, his voice trembling, "Chenguang, pinch me, let me see if I'm dreaming."

He Chenguang turned his head expressionlessly, looked at him, and then kicked him in the butt without hesitation.

"Ouch!" Wang Yanbing cried out in pain, jumping up and clutching his backside. "You fucking actually kicked me!"

"Do you still feel like you're dreaming?" He Chenguang tugged at the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but found that his facial muscles were stiff.

It's not a dream.

All of this is true.

Their leader, with a single thought, summoned heavenly lightning, cleaving that powerful, despair-inducing monster into dust.

"Commander... no, this must be an immortal being..." A young soldier looked at Su Chen with eyes full of admiration and murmured to himself.

This name was immediately accepted by everyone.

This is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

His words became law, he could summon wind and rain, and even heavenly thunder.

Isn't this the kind of magic used by immortals in myths and legends?

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun were also gazing at their men with infatuation.

Long Xiaoyun, in particular, was more shocked than anyone else.

She thought she had broken through to the level of a terrestrial immortal. Although she was still far from Su Chen, at least she could already see his back.

But now she realizes she was wrong.

Big mistakes.

What she saw was perhaps only what Su Chen wanted her to see.

This man's true strength was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

That's no longer a difference in realm, but a crushing defeat on a level of life itself.

Su Chen seemed oblivious to the gazes behind him, which were like those directed at a god.

He simply stared silently at the huge crater scorched by the power of lightning, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Just a failed experiment, problem solved."

He turned around and spoke casually to the group of team members who were already petrified.

Everyone: "..."

A failed...experiment?

That monster that could infinitely regenerate health, devour energy, and utterly crush a group of peak Grandmasters, is just a "failure" in your eyes?

What exactly constitutes a successful product?!

Everyone felt that their worldview had once again been crushed and trampled on.

"What are you all standing there for?" Su Chen's voice rang out again. "Clean up the battlefield, collect all the data from the 'Genesis' project, especially the core database, and then evacuate. We're going home."

"yes!"

Leng Feng was the first to react and responded loudly.

He was jolted awake and immediately began issuing orders, organizing people to act separately.

The Kunlun warriors quickly recovered from their shock and began to carry out their mission in an orderly manner.

Although their admiration for Su Chen has now reached unprecedented levels, their excellent military skills allowed them to quickly get into work mode.

Su Chen nodded as he watched the busy figures of the crowd.

He then led Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun deeper into the base.

The deep crater that Doomsday crawled out of is connected to countless complex pipes and instruments, and at the end should be the central control room of the entire base.

"Honey, were you... exhausted just now?" Du Feifei asked softly, her beautiful eyes full of concern.

The idea of ​​summoning heavenly lightning is no joke.

"Not bad." Su Chen smiled and squeezed her small hand. "Don't you know how capable your husband is?"

Long Xiaoyun rolled her eyes at him; the shock and admiration she had felt earlier had been somewhat diminished by his words.

This man never misses an opportunity to gain an advantage verbally.

However, she could indeed sense that Su Chen's aura was still long and deep, as if he had not suffered any damage from that earth-shattering move.