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

When the President of Country M issues that final order, tantamount to declaring war on the entire world, it is transmitted through the highest level of encryption as a cold and ruthless data stream to all of the world's strategic nuclear forces, lurking in the deep sea, hidden in the high sky, and guarded in solid bunkers.

The entire planet seemed to feel a terrifying, destructive pulse!

The Atlantic Ocean, 10,000 meters deep.

The captain of the Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarine froze, staring at the line of unquestionable instructions coming from the mainland on the dark blue screen in the combat intelligence center.

He checked the key three times, each character and each number feeling like a red-hot branding iron burning his retina.

That's right.

The instructions are correct.

Finally, the muscles on his weathered face twitched uncontrollably, forcing out an expression that was even more unsightly than crying.

He knew that once he turned that key, he would no longer be a soldier protecting his country, but a sinner who would trigger the end of the world. Ironically, he wouldn't even have a court to judge him.

However, he had no other choice.

As a soldier, obeying orders is a duty ingrained in one's very being.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the last thing that came to mind was the image of his wife hanging laundry in the sun in that small town in Nebraska, and his daughter's giggling as she hugged her teddy bear.

The image flashed by.

When he opened his eyes again, his azure eyes were filled with only a deathly stillness, the coldness and determination of a soldier.

He picked up the brass key that required both he and the vice-captain to turn simultaneously to initiate the launch procedure.

"May God forgive us."

He whispered in a voice only he could hear.

Then, exchanging a glance with the equally pale-faced deputy captain beside him, the two of them almost simultaneously slammed the key into the launch control console.

Use all your strength to spin!

"Click—"

A soft, yet incredibly powerful, click of a mechanism echoed through the deathly silence of the submarine.

"emission!"

Almost at the same moment.

On the US mainland, at Cheyenne Mountain military base in Wyoming.

One after another, the massive reinforced concrete covers of the intercontinental ballistic missile silos, buried deep underground and capable of withstanding a direct hit from a nuclear bomb, are slowly opening, accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

Deep underground, there are Minuteman-3 intercontinental ballistic missiles, each tens of meters long, exuding power and a destructive beauty. Their slender, cold bodies gleam with a chilling light that sends shivers down your spine.

They slowly raised their proud heads, aiming them at the vast sky above!

10,000 meters above the ground.

One after another, B-2 "Spirit" strategic bombers, resembling the wings of death bats, opened their massive internal bomb bays. Air-launched cruise missiles, each carrying a nuclear warhead with a yield of millions of tons, revealed their menacing nature.

From the deep sea to the land, and then to the high sky.

At this moment, the United States, the world's largest nuclear arsenal, has revealed all its most insane and bloodthirsty fangs to the world!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

One, ten, one hundred...

Hundreds of nuclear missiles, carrying the energy to destroy the world, rose from every corner of the globe!

Trailing long, blazing white tails, they tore through the atmosphere with unstoppable force, converging into a steel torrent of death and destruction at an altitude of ten thousand meters!

Then, head towards that one and only coordinate, flashing red.

Towards the man who had just created a miracle, but who had now become the target of everyone's criticism.

It roared away!

The scene was both spectacular and terrifying!

The entire sky was completely ignited by the dense, meteor-like exhaust flames of the missiles!

It felt like the end of the world had arrived ahead of schedule!

This scene was clearly displayed to everyone in the world through early warning satellites from various countries. Everyone who witnessed it, regardless of who they were or where they were, was plunged into a deep, suffocating despair!

They had just witnessed the birth of a god.

Are we about to witness the fall of a god in the blink of an eye?

Country E, the Kremlin.

The tough leader, known for his iron fist, let his cigar slip limply from his hand onto the expensive carpet, but he remained oblivious. His face was ashen.

"Madmen... Americans are all a bunch of complete madmen..."

Dragon Kingdom, capital city.

Inside the highest military conference room, there was also an eerie silence; even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

Su Hongjun, Long Zhenbang, Du Bangguo... these founding fathers who spent their lives in the military, looked at the apocalyptic scene on the big screen, and their hands and feet turned cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They had confidence in Su Chen, but the scene before them was completely beyond their comprehension.

That wasn't one, it was two nuclear bombs.

Those are hundreds of nuclear weapons, enough to plow the entire Earth!

How can human power fight against natural disasters?

Inside the Su family compound.

Su Jianguo and Zhou Yulan's hearts nearly stopped as they watched the overwhelming mass of death meteors on television.

"Xiao Chen..."

Zhou Yulan's vision went black, and she could no longer hold on, so she fainted.

North Sea Fleet, on the deck of an aircraft carrier.

The three thousand Kunlun soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

They looked up at the barrage of nuclear bombs that seemed to descend like dark clouds, their minds blank.

They held their teachers in a godlike, fanatical adoration. But the scene before them shattered all their psychological defenses. It was a force beyond the resistance of ordinary people.

"Holy crap... is this... fireworks for our division commander? This is way too much of a spectacle..."

Wang Yanbing's lips trembled, and he subconsciously uttered a nonsensical sentence that even he himself did not know what he was saying.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Gao Dazhuang slapped him on the back of the head, his voice trembling with a hint of a sob. This fearless man's legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei were already in tears.

They desperately tried to fly into the sky, reaching out in vain to grasp the figure suspended in mid-air, to face this final judgment with their man.

"No...don't..."

They let out heart-wrenching cries.

However, it was precisely in this atmosphere of despair that...

The man suspended in mid-air.

Su Chen.

But slowly, he turned around.

He looked down at the faces below, filled with worry and despair, and gave them a warm and confident smile.

His voice, like a spring breeze, swept through everyone's hearts, dispelling all fear and unease.

Don't worry.

"Today, I'll show you."

"What truly constitutes a god?"

Done.

He turned around again.

Looking at the nuclear bombs that were already close at hand, enough to destroy the world.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

What exists is only a cold, indifferent gaze, as if ruling the world with absolute power.

The terrifying power of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator erupted from his body without reservation!

"Dragon God Technique!"

A low shout!

A beam of golden light shot into the sky from his body!

The golden light was so dazzling, so sacred! It seemed to completely illuminate this world shrouded in the shadow of the apocalypse!

Under the completely stunned gazes of everyone.

Su Chen's figure began to slowly elongate, deform, and twist within that dazzling golden light!

He is no longer in human form!

A loud, clear voice, filled with imperial dominance, seemed to be a dragon's roar from the primordial era, resounding through the heavens!

"roar--!!!"