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

When the massive aircraft carrier fleet of the Chinese Navy's North Sea Fleet, like a triumphant king, cleaved through the vast waves and sailed majestically toward the coastline of the motherland, the whole world made way for them with the widest possible waterway.

The once mighty US fleet that swaggered across the oceans has vanished without a trace. It is said that the moment Su Chen transformed into a dragon and flew towards Japan, they withdrew to their home port at top speed, raised the white flag of truce, and did not even have the courage to come out and take another look.

The American flags that had been fluttering were now tightly concealed, as if afraid that their color might once again offend the god who walked among men.

Japan's Maritime Self-Defense Force, on the other hand, has kept all its ships confined to port.

Not only that, they even took the initiative to send guide ships to clear the waters for the Dragon Kingdom fleet on the high seas, their obsequious manner as if they were welcoming their suzerain state.

The sailors on the guide ship, upon seeing the massive outline of the Chinese aircraft carrier in the distance, immediately lined up at attention on the deck and gave a standard military salute that was so perfect it was heartbreaking.

Along the way, coast guards from all countries ceased their patrols at a distance.

There were no orders, no announcements.

This is a primal surrender to absolute power that comes from the depths of one's heart.

The sea was calm and peaceful.

The sky was cloudless.

On the aircraft carrier deck, the long-suppressed tension had long since dissipated, replaced by a warm yet relaxed atmosphere.

The soldiers of Kunlun gathered in twos and threes, enjoying the sea breeze and basking in the long-awaited sunshine of peace.

"You didn't see it! A whole tank battalion of the Americans surrounded me!"

Wang Yanbing spoke with great enthusiasm and spittle flying, boasting to a group of naval soldiers about his "glorious achievements".

"Without saying a word, I went up and unleashed a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms! I beat them until they were crying for their parents, and I even smashed the tanks into iron pancakes!"

He gestured with an extremely exaggerated "Mountain-Splitting Palm" posture, as if he could truly cleave gold with his palm, possessing unparalleled power.

"Come on, Wang Laba."

He Chenguang, standing to the side, crossed his arms and mercilessly exposed him.

"If it weren't for Battalion Commander Gao taking the lead and dismantling their toughest piece of iron, you would have been blasted into dust by now."

"Hey! He Chenguang, that's not very fair of you!"

Wang Yanbing was exposed in public, his face flushed, and he stubbornly retorted.

"I played a crucial role in harassing them! Don't you even know what tactical containment is?"

"Got it, got it. You're in charge of using your face to distract the enemy's shells."

Li Erniu, standing nearby, added insult to injury with a silly grin.

The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.

The laughter was filled with the relief and joy of surviving a disaster.

On the other side, Gao Dazhuang was surrounded by a group of naval aviators.

These usually arrogant and proud young people had all transformed into enthusiastic fans, surrounding him with adoration and curiosity.

"Battalion Commander Gao! Tell us about it! How did you manage to blow that tyrant's son to pieces with a single punch?"

A young pilot with tanned skin asked the question with great excitement.

"Yeah! Yeah! That thing, we saw it on the monitor, it was a monster! Bullets hitting it were like scraping the skin! You're amazing!"

The other person echoed, their eyes filled with stares as they looked at Gao Dazhuang.

Gao Dazhuang was a little embarrassed by the praise from everyone. He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, it's nothing, I'm just a little too strong."

He paused, seemingly recalling the scene, and then added earnestly.

"That thing has a pretty hard shell. But if you punch it a few more times, it'll break."

These simple words, however plain, sounded like a divine oracle to these pilots.

If you punch it a few more times, it'll break?

This refers to the most advanced biological weapon developed by a superpower at great expense of countless resources, not a watermelon sold on the street!

This statement is even more outrageous than Wang Yanbing's boasting, but everyone knows it's true!

One of the bolder pilots, unable to contain his curiosity, pressed on, "Battalion Commander Gao, I heard... later, you actually tore off the turret of an M1A2 main battle tank and used it as a hammer? Is that true?"

The moment these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Gao Dazhuang's answer.

Gao Dazhuang thought about it for a moment, and seemed to feel that there was nothing to hide, so he nodded honestly.

"Yeah, I couldn't find anything suitable at the time. That turret... it was pretty handy."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp immediately rose from the surrounding area.

To describe a 70-ton steel construct as "a handy thing" completely exceeds the limits of these ordinary soldiers' understanding of human strength.

Their gazes toward Gao Dazhuang quickly shifted from admiration to awe.

Is this...is this still human?

This is practically a humanoid Gundam!

Amidst the soldiers' merriment, Su Chen stood quietly at the bow of the ship with Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun.

He didn't join in the soldiers' boasting and joking; he simply enjoyed the rare tranquility and warmth.

A sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty and damp scent, blew through Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun's hair, and a few strands playfully tickled Su Chen's cheek.

"Brother Chen, if we go back this time, can we have a long vacation?"

Du Feifei gently rested her little head on Su Chen's shoulder, her face filled with beautiful anticipation for the future.

With her eyes closed, she savored this hard-won peace and murmured softly.

"We've defeated the US, so there shouldn't be anything in this world that can threaten us anymore, right?"

Upon hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on Su Chen's face.

He reached out and affectionately brushed against her delicate, small nose.

"Absolutely, no one will dare to bully us anymore. Our Dragon Kingdom will be the safest place in the world."

His words were warm yet firm, carrying a power that could convince anyone.

Du Feifei snuggled contentedly against him, like a lazy cat, her face beaming with a happy smile.

"Honey, how are you feeling?"

Unlike Du Feifei, Long Xiaoyun, who was immersed in joy, looked up with a hint of concern in her clear eyes.

She didn't ask about the war, nor did she ask about the future.

She was asking him.

She knew better than anyone what Su Chen had sacrificed and endured for all of this.

Behind that world-destroying power must lie a burden unimaginable to ordinary people.

Su Chen lowered his head and met Long Xiaoyun's gaze. In her eyes, he saw the purest concern.

His heart softened as well.

"I'm fine. Better than ever before."

A genuine smile appeared on his face.

"Now that these problems are solved, I can spend more time with you all."

He gently pulled Long Xiaoyun into his arms, so that the two beautiful women, one on each side, nestled close to him, feeling each other's heartbeats and warmth.

Sunshine, sea breeze, and lover.

Everything was so perfect.