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

The scene of the president of Country M vomiting blood and fainting in public was spread to every corner of the planet faster than the speed of light through the ubiquitous media network, triggering an unprecedented global media tsunami.

The White House spokeswoman, a blonde, blue-eyed woman with an impressive resume, is standing in the spotlight, facing reporters from all over the world, trying to use the best acting skills of her career to cover up the twilight of an empire.

"His Excellency the President is simply experiencing mild discomfort due to overwork from handling state affairs for several days. Please rest assured, he will recover soon..."

Her voice was steady, and she wore a professional smile, but her slightly trembling fingertips and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

People all over the world are not fools.

They had just witnessed, through various screens, a scene worthy of being recorded in history, no, worthy of being recorded in mythology.

They witnessed firsthand how the Trident intercontinental ballistic missile, the ultimate deterrent that the United States was most proud of and that hung over the heads of all mankind, was casually destroyed by that Eastern deity, like crushing a few expired soda crackers, into harmless atomic dust at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

They knew perfectly well that the president's fainting had nothing to do with fatigue.

That was despair.

The purest and deepest despair can arise when a nation's or people's totem of faith, the ultimate trump card for survival and global dominance, is utterly crushed into dust by an enemy in a manner that is almost humiliating and mocking.

Wall Street is in turmoil.

The Dow Jones Industrial Average, like a bull with its spine severed, plummeted from a high platform with a devastating plunge that no one had anticipated. The repeated circuit breakers were like finishing blows to this dying bull, each one wiping out the wealth of countless people.

Countless amounts of capital, like sharks smelling blood or ants fleeing apocalyptic disaster, frantically and recklessly fled the US market.

The dollar, which has underpinned the United States' hegemony for nearly a century, is now teetering on the brink of collapse.

A vast financial empire is collapsing at a visible pace.

Meanwhile.

On the deck of the flagship aircraft carrier of the North Sea Fleet of the Dragon Kingdom.

The atmosphere, however, was the complete opposite of the panic and chaos outside.

This place is an ocean of fanaticism and worship.

"The division commander is awesome!!!"

Each heartfelt, rugged roar converged into a sonic wave powerful enough to shake the heavens.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Am I seeing things? That was a nuclear bomb! It just... destroyed?"

"Making a nuclear bomb? I've seen everything that's coolest in my life today! This is something I can brag about to my grandson for a lifetime! No! Ten lifetimes!"

Whether they were seasoned veterans of Kunlun Army who had seen countless battles and death, or well-trained and disciplined naval officers and soldiers, at this moment, they completely abandoned all restraint and discipline.

Like a group of fanatical believers witnessing a miracle for the first time, they roared, howled, and embraced, expressing their overwhelming shock and worship in the crudest and most direct language.

Gao Dazhuang, this towering man, his dark face flushed a deep purplish-red with excitement. He easily lifted Wang Yanbing, who was gesturing wildly beside him, as if he were a chick, and then, with Wang Yanbing's startled cry, he hurled him into the air.

"Hahaha! See that?! Look closely, you bastards! That's our commander! Our Kunlun god!"

Wang Yanbing flailed his arms and legs in the air, his face a mixture of laughter and tears, more painful than crying.

"I see him! I see him! Battalion Commander Gao! My dear battalion commander! Put me down! Help! I'm terrified of heights!"

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun stood outside the crowd, watching the man who slowly descended from the sky like a god. Their eyes, clear as autumn water, were already filled with a dazzling light.

As soon as he landed, they could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward, one on each side, throwing themselves into his arms.

"Husband, you...you just now..." Du Feifei's voice still carried a trace of lingering fear. She buried her face in Su Chen's chest, breathing deeply the familiar and reassuring scent emanating from him.

"I'm fine."

Su Chen smiled and gently patted her back to comfort her. Then, his gaze fell on Long Xiaoyun, who, though silent, had already reddened her eyes and was trembling slightly.

He reached out his other arm and pulled her tightly into his embrace, feeling her delicate body tremble.

"It's all over."

His voice no longer carried the coldness and domineering tone he used when facing enemies; instead, it was filled with endless tenderness and strength for his family.

"Let's go home."

However, just as the entire Dragon Kingdom was about to be immersed in the joy of a complete and unsurprising victory...

In the deepest strategic command bunker beneath the White House in Country M.

An even more insane and desperate conspiracy is quietly brewing in the dead silence.

The president was urgently saved by a group of top medical experts who used every possible means.

He slowly woke up and saw the pale white light on the ceiling and the faces around him filled with despair, confusion, and helplessness.

There was no trace of relief at surviving the ordeal in his eyes, nor a hint of regret.

Instead, deep within those bloodshot eyes, a hellfire, more frenzied and obsessive than before, ignited—like a wild beast in dire straits, preparing to devour its master and destroy itself!

"Who said we lost?"

He struggled to sit up from the medical bed. His hoarse voice sounded particularly eerie in the deathly silent room, like the hooting of an owl in a graveyard.

"We haven't lost yet!"

He yanked the IV tube out of his hand, and blood gushed out from the needle hole, but he didn't care. He staggered, barefoot, to the huge, cold world map.

His finger, like a rusty iron nail, stabbed heavily and fiercely into the Dragon Kingdom's position!

"Aren't you people from the Dragon Kingdom quite smug?"

"Isn't that Su Chen supposed to be very powerful?"

"He can crush three nuclear bombs."

His voice suddenly rose, filled with insane hysteria, like sharp icicles piercing the eardrums of everyone present!

"Then, what about ten?!"

"One hundred?!"

"A thousand?!"

"What?!"

These words shocked everyone present!

"Mr. President! You've gone mad!" Secretary of Defense Brown was the first to recover from his utter shock. He stood up, his face deathly pale, utterly horrified! "The whole world is watching us! We've lost! Utterly lost! Continuing the war will only lead to our own complete destruction!"

"significance?"

The president slowly turned around.

A smile, more terrifying than the most hideous demon, appeared on his face. The smile tore at the corners of his mouth, making him look like a vengeful ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

"Who says it's meaningless?"

"The Chinese have destroyed our army, our aircraft carriers, our hegemony, and a century of our glory!"

"They think they can just walk away so easily?"

"It's not that easy!"

In his eyes gleamed the final, most frenzied light of a gambler who had lost all his chips!

"Even if it means death, my M country will bite off a piece of bloody flesh from the Dragon Kingdom!"

"As long as we can eliminate Kunlun! Eliminate that Su Chen!"

"If only we could let them also taste the bitterness of families being torn apart, lives lost, and the grief of the entire nation!"

"Then, it was all worth it!"

He stretched out his arms and looked around at everyone present. His voice lowered, yet it was filled with the seductive allure of demons from the depths of hell.

Even if we fail.

"But we defended the last and most sublime dignity of the United States!"

History will remember us! Future generations will forever remember us as the greatest and most tragic heroes in human history!

His words were like a spark that had been ignited, thrown into a powder keg called "madness" that was already piled high with dry wood.

This completely ignited and burned away the last shred of rationality in the hearts of all the high-ranking officials of the United States present!

Yup!

Anyway, I've already lost everything.

In any case, the hegemony has collapsed, and the empire is in decline.

Why not take a big gamble?

Why not take that damned Eastern deity and that rising Eastern superpower with them, and perish together?!

The president saw in their eyes the same flame that burned within him.

He smiled contentedly.

He slowly raised his arm, raised it high, and shouted with the last of his strength!

"I, the 46th President of Country M, in my capacity as Supreme Commander, hereby issue this order once again!"

"Activate—Operation 'Scorched Earth'! Final Plan!"

"Order: All strategic nuclear submarines, strategic bombers, and land-based missile silos worldwide that are still capable of carrying out this order!"

"Target—Dragon Kingdom Kunlun Division, located in the sea area, coordinates (XXX,XXX)!"

"Conduct—an indiscriminate, saturation-style nuclear strike!"

His voice echoed in the silent, cold underground bunker.

It was as if Death itself had tolled the death knell for the end of the world!

This time, however, no one stood up to raise any objections.

In everyone's eyes burned the same mad, desperate, and destructive flames as he did!

Country M, the sophisticated and massive war machine that once dominated the world for nearly a century.

At this moment, I was completely freed from all constraints.

out of control.

It will use its last strength to unleash its final, and most insane, death roar upon the world!