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

The firing range is filled with the unique scent of gunpowder and steel.

Hundreds of trainees, arranged in their dormitory order, arrived at their shooting positions in an orderly fashion, their movements swift and efficient.

"Next event: 100-meter chest target, 10 bullets, prone position, no support. Your scores will be recorded in your personal files!" The instructor's voice was cold and stern. "Don't think that running fast means you'll pass the marksmanship test! On the battlefield, bullets that can't hit the enemy are just scrap metal!"

Du Fei's breathing finally calmed down. He took a deep look at Su Chen, who was standing not far away, and the sense of defeat in his eyes was replaced by a stronger fighting spirit.

Physical fitness, you're impressive.

But shooting is the true soul of a soldier!

Du Fei, a former runner-up in the shooting competition of the entire army, missed the championship by only 0.1 rings. This pride was ingrained in his bones. He refused to believe that this Su Chen, whose origins were unknown, could surpass him in this area!

"Dormitory 302, Du Fei, step forward!"

"arrive!"

Du Fei strode forward, lay down, raised his rifle, aimed, and completed the action in one fluid motion. He seemed to become one with the Type 95 rifle in his hand, forming an incredibly stable shooting platform.

His breathing became long and shallow, and his heartbeat seemed to slow down.

boom!

The first shot rang out.

The target reporting system announced, "10 rings!"

A low murmur of admiration rippled through the crowd.

Du Fei's face was expressionless; his eyes were fixed on the crosshair and the bullseye.

boom! boom! boom!

He fired continuously with a highly rhythmic pace. The gunshots were crisp, and the spent cartridges bounced.

After firing all ten bullets, Du Fei slowly stood up, his face regaining the confidence befitting a top elite.

The instructor picked up his binoculars, glanced at the target, and a hint of approval flashed across his expressionless face: "Report the target!"

"Du Fei, 10 bullets, 99 rings!"

hiss--

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. To score 99 points in the 100-meter dash without any support is an extremely rare feat, even among the elite soldiers of the entire army.

"Damn, Du Fei is still as freakish as ever!" Shi Lei exclaimed in amazement. "His marksmanship is better than mine even with his eyes closed."

Du Fei's gaze, tinged with provocation, shot directly at Su Chen. The meaning was clear: It's your turn.

"Su Chen, step forward!"

"arrive."

Su Chen calmly walked forward and lay down at the firing position.

However, his next move stunned everyone.

Unlike Du Fei, he didn't take the time to adjust his breathing and find the feeling of man and gun as one. In fact, he even seemed somewhat perfunctory in his standard "three-point alignment" aiming action.

He simply rested the butt of the gun on his shoulder, glanced around in the direction, and then pulled the trigger.

boom.

The gunshot sounded somewhat abrupt and casual.

"What...is this going on?"

"Was it a fluke? That's such a fast draw speed?"

Du Fei's lips curled into a cold smile. An amateur! Absolutely an amateur! A true sharpshooter is extremely cautious with every shot; they don't play around like this.

However, the sound of the target detector froze his smile on his face.

"10 rings!"

How is that possible?!

Du Fei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could react, Su Chen had already fired a second shot.

boom.

There was no pause whatsoever; it was as if they weren't shooting, but pressing a button.

"10 rings!"

boom.

"10 rings!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

What happened next completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Su Chen seemed to transform into an emotionless shooting machine, firing the remaining seven bullets in one go at an unchanging and incredibly fast rate. The entire process took no more than five seconds.

At the shooting range, apart from the monotonous yet rhythmic sound of his gunshots, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, as if he were a monster.

When the last spent cartridge ejected, Su Chen had already put down his gun, stood up, and moved as casually as if he had just thrown away an empty beverage bottle.

The instructor's facial muscles twitched; he practically snatched the binoculars and stared intently at Su Chen's target.

The next second, his hand holding the binoculars began to tremble slightly.

"Report...report the target!" The instructor's voice was dry and incredulous for the first time.

Over the loudspeaker, the target announcer's voice was filled with shock and bewilderment, even distorted: "Su...Su Chen, 10 bullets...100 rings...all, all hit the bullseye in the same spot!"

The entire room fell silent!

If Du Fei's 99 rings represent top-tier elite achievement, then what the hell is Su Chen's?

Single-hole ten-ring!

All the bullets passed through the same hole in the center of the bullseye! In shooting theory, this is considered a miracle that can only occur under absolutely stable conditions!

Du Fei's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He rushed to the instructor and snatched the binoculars from him.

He looked into the mirror at the target he knew so well.

Right in the center of the bullseye, there was only a hole with neat edges, slightly enlarged by the bullet.

His mind was blank.

This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

Wind speed, humidity, subtle differences in the rifling of the gun barrel, even the Coriolis effect caused by the Earth's rotation... countless variables can cause minute deviations in the bullet's point of impact. To hit the same hole with ten bullets means that the shooter, at the very moment of each shot, has calculated and corrected all these variables to a level infinitely close to zero!

No! This is not a calculation!

This is something no human could do!

Du Fei suddenly turned around and looked at Su Chen, who had a calm expression on his face as if he had done something insignificant.

He suddenly recalled Su Chen's calm yet eerily relaxed demeanor during the off-road driving exercise.

A terrible thought began to frantically grow in his mind.

This person... he's not running, nor is he shooting.

He was simply telling the finish line that he had arrived.

He was just telling the bullet to go there.

This isn't a trick... it's the rule!

The instructor had the same thought. His gaze toward Su Chen had changed from scrutiny to shock, and even... a hint of fear.

He strode up to Su Chen, his voice low and trembling slightly: "How did you do that?"

Su Chen looked at him and answered matter-of-factly, "Aim, fire. The trajectory of a bullet is, after all, a straight line, isn't it?"

Instructor: "..."

He felt that his entire worldview had been shattered by that sentence.

Yes, the trajectory is a straight line.

But damn it, that's an ideal straight line in physics! Not a straight line that this piece of junk gun in your hand can shoot out!

The instructor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart. He knew that this student named Su Chen was hiding a huge secret.

He closed the notebook and announced to everyone, "Shooting assessment over! Dismissed! Su Chen, stay!"

After all the trainees left, filled with shock and confusion, the instructor looked at Su Chen again and said in an unprecedentedly serious tone, "I will personally write a supplementary report on your file and send it directly to Principal Yang. During your time at the school, I hope you... exercise restraint."

Su Chen nodded, indicating that he understood.

It seems that becoming a regular student isn't so easy after all.

The pool was much shallower than he had imagined.