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

Tens of thousands of meters above the outer space, there is absolute darkness and deathly silence.

Su Chen's figure floated silently in this boundless void.

Beneath his feet lay a slowly rotating blue planet, where magnificent clouds intertwined with the deep ocean, a beauty that was both heartbreaking and fragile.

His nascent soul divine sense had already pierced through the thin atmosphere and firmly locked onto the three death trails that roared in from the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Trident II D5, submarine-launched intercontinental ballistic missile.

Each warhead is armed with terrifying energy capable of completely erasing an international metropolis and its millions of inhabitants from the map.

They are the ultimate violence that allows the United States to dominate the world, and the sword of Damocles hanging precariously over the heads of all mankind.

At this moment, these three sharpest swords of human civilization are tearing through the atmosphere at a terrifying speed of more than twenty times the speed of sound, making a final, deadly dive toward him and the three thousand Kunlun soldiers on the beach beneath his feet!

The intense friction between the warhead and the atmosphere caused its front end to burn red-hot, leaving a trail of incandescent white flames that stretched for several kilometers.

From a distance, they look like three vengeful meteors falling from the sky, carrying the fury to burn everything!

That devastating power even created huge, visible holes in the clouds below, as if the sky itself was terrified and retreated in fear!

on the beach.

The Kunlun warriors, who were just basking in the joy of victory and the relief of surviving a close call, finally realized the deadly threat coming from the sky.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

The sharpest-eyed young soldier was the first to spot the three streaks of light piercing the sky; his voice trembled uncontrollably and was shrill.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Then they saw the three death stars in their pupils, which were rapidly enlarging at a desperate speed!

"It's... an intercontinental ballistic missile! It's a nuclear bomb!"

In that instant, Lei Kaihua's face turned even paler than the sand beneath his feet! His usually calm and calculating mind seemed to have been filled with molten lead, completely shutting down at that moment!

As a high-ranking strategist in the military of the great Eastern power, he knew better than anyone what those three streaks of light meant!

That is the most terrifying and unreasonable ultimate weapon that mankind could create by exhausting all its wisdom and resources!

"Quick! Spread out! Find cover!"

Gao Dazhuang let out a roar like a wild beast on its deathbed. He instinctively tried to get the soldiers to scatter, but his voice was filled with endless despair!

In the face of nuclear weapons, any cover seems so ridiculous and powerless!

Everything will turn to ashes!

"It's over..."

Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei were so frightened that their pretty faces turned completely pale.

They instinctively wanted to unleash their inner energy, fly into the sky, and fight alongside their men, sharing life and death.

However, their bodies were firmly imprisoned in place by an invisible yet incredibly powerful force, unable to move.

That was a restriction that Su Chen set up before taking off.

He forbade them to participate in this battle between gods and mortal technology.

So they could only watch helplessly.

As those three nuclear bombs, carrying endless destructive power, drew ever closer to that lone figure still hovering ten thousand meters in the sky!

Getting closer!

At that moment, their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by a cold, rough hand, and then twisted with all their might!

It hurt so much I couldn't breathe.

at the same time.

The White House, the deepest strategic command bunker underground.

The president of country M and his cabinet members are watching intently on the screen of a military satellite with the highest authority, observing the four points of light about to collide.

One is a solitary red dot representing Su Chen.

The other three are arrows that flash green light, representing the Trident missile.

Their faces all bore a morbid, crazed, and ferocious expression, a mixture of expectation and resentment!

"Die! Die! Die!"

The president muttered nervously to himself, his knuckles cracking and veins bulging in his hand that wasn't holding the champagne glass.

"Even if you really are a god, so what? Before humanity's greatest creation, you'll be reduced to ashes! Completely evaporated!"

He could almost see the scene of that god from the East being torn to pieces under the tens of millions of degrees of heat at the center of the nuclear explosion, his soul burned into nothingness along with him.

He had even figured out how to word his victory to the world afterwards!

However, the next second.

The red dot on the screen moved.

Faced with three nuclear bombs, enough to destroy a medium-sized country.

Su Chen simply raised his right hand slowly, and then, facing the three deadly meteors that were already within reach, he threw a punch from afar, seemingly from nowhere.

This punch had no fancy moves whatsoever.

There wasn't even a hint of lighting effect.

He simply pushed the Heavenly Frost Fist technique to its limit.

The terrifying true essence of the peak Nascent Soul stage was instantly transformed into an absolute zero that was invisible to the naked eye, yet cold enough to freeze the soul and all energy and matter, sweeping forward!

"Click—"

A sound, barely audible, like the soft thud of ice crystals condensing.

Those three intercontinental ballistic missiles had warhead temperatures reaching thousands of degrees Celsius due to intense friction with the atmosphere.

The moment I came into contact with this invisible chill.

The blindingly bright crimson light at the front suddenly went out without any explanation!

Immediately afterwards, a layer of visible, crystal-clear frost spread wildly from the tip of the bullet toward the tail at a speed that defied optics and all physical laws!

It was as if time itself had been frozen!

Inside the warhead, the nuclear material undergoing a violent chain reaction and about to explode was like a movie scene that had been paused, instantly falling into eternal silence.

The fiery white tail flame, stretching for several kilometers, vanished silently into the void, as if extinguished by an invisible hand.

It only took less than a breath.

Those three nuclear bombs, carrying the power to destroy the world, were frozen into three enormous, crystal-clear icicles that even reflected rainbow colors in the sunlight!

They lost all kinetic energy and simply hovered silently in the air, less than a hundred meters away from Su Chen.

They resemble three postmodern artworks, meticulously crafted by divine hands.

"..."

At this moment, the whole world fell into a deathly silence once again.

On the beach, three thousand Kunlun soldiers stood with their mouths agape, heads tilted back, necks almost broken, like three thousand stone sculptures weathered for a thousand years.

Their brains had completely shut down, unable to process what was happening before them—a scene beyond their wildest imaginations.

The nuclear...nuclear bomb was...frozen?

Just like that, casually, from hundreds of meters away, he threw a punch?

"I...I'm fucking...am I dreaming?"

Wang Yanbing pinched his thigh hard, and the intense pain made him grimace.

"Ouch! It really hurts! Holy crap! Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

He was completely incoherent, only able to use the most primitive interjections to express his overwhelming shock.

He was numb.

No, everyone is numb.

The White House, the underground bunker.

The president's ferocious, maniacal smile froze instantly.

He just stared blankly at the three enormous popsicles on the screen, which gleamed like works of art, his eyes so wide they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

"No...it's impossible..."

He let out a wail that was not human, filled with despair and absurdity.

"This...this is absolutely impossible! This is an illusion! Our satellite has been jammed!"

He roared hysterically, but no one in the command center responded to him.

Everyone was staring intently at the screen, just like him, as if their souls had been ripped out.

Su Chen, on the other hand, didn't even glance at the three "works of art" that he had casually frozen.

A cold smile curved his lips.

His nascent soul had already captured the faces of the high-ranking officials of the United States, who were trembling in the underground bunkers hundreds of meters deep, their faces filled with fear and despair.

"The game has only just begun."

He spoke softly, his voice unable to travel in a vacuum, yet clearly, through divine thought, it reached the minds of certain people.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the surviving satellites and radars around the world.

He slowly raised his other hand.

A colossal hand, formed from pure, purplish-gold Nascent Soul essence, appeared out of thin air once again!

That giant hand, with a single stroke, grasped the three nuclear bombs, frozen into ice sculptures, as easily as picking up three worthless toys, and held them in its palm.

Then, that hand slowly turned around.

It descended downwards, towards the mainland of Country M.

What is he going to do?

The same question arose in everyone's mind.