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

For mortals, time is the fairest measure of life. But in the face of certain transcendent beings, it is nothing more than a number that can be manipulated and compressed at will.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The National Defense University, the highest institution of learning hailed as the cradle of China's military elites, had its long-established "academic ecosystem" completely overturned and then reshaped because of one person.

Advanced Command Department, Sand Table Simulation Room No. 01.

It's unclear when exactly, but the trainees have privately given this place a new name, one that's both awe-inspiring and playful—"General's Tomb."

In this room of less than 100 square meters, over the past three years, no fewer than ten veteran generals, each renowned throughout the army and hired by the school at great expense to teach, have been utterly defeated and disgraced by a young man in his early twenties in a way they could not comprehend.

At this moment, the "General's Tomb" was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost palpable.

In the center of the simulation room, the huge electronic sand table flickered with lights, representing two massive military groups engaged in fierce combat.

General Chen Beixuan, his hair white but his posture still as upright as a pine tree, stared intently at the sand table. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were tightly pressed together.

As a renowned general who once commanded a million-strong army and earned a formidable reputation on the southwestern border, he now felt like a novice who had just entered military academy and knew nothing about war.

On the sand table, the main force of the "Red Army" he commanded had been divided into more than a dozen unconnected fragments. The command system was precisely decapitated in the first hour of the battle, the logistics supply line was turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the massive armored group became an immobile iron coffin.

Meanwhile, the mysterious "Blue Team" is using tactics he has never seen before, extremely cunning and ruthless, like an experienced wolf pack, to chip away at his "lion" piecemeal, precise and efficient.

"Reporting, General! Our air defense position on Hill 3 has been taken down by a... an armed drone and two infantry squads! How did they manage to bypass our triple defense line?" A staff officer with the rank of senior colonel asked, his voice filled with barely suppressed horror.

Chen Beixuan did not answer, but instead turned his gaze to the opposite side of the sand table.

The young man, labeled by the system as the "Blue Team Commander-in-Chief," sat there calmly, holding a steaming cup of tea. He even had the leisure to look away from the sand table and glance at the yellow leaves falling in the wind outside the window.

It was as if the fierce battle concerning the lives of millions was nothing more than a boring video game to him.

"Combined assault... Distributed lethality... Information flow-guided artillery fire..."

Unconsciously, Chen Beixuan murmured these new words that he was hearing for the first time today, words that had come out of that young man's mouth. In just a few hours, his eyes went through a series of changes, from initial disdain to shock, and now... a deathly silence of despair.

He lost.

They were utterly defeated.

In the field of army group warfare, which he had devoted his entire life to and was proud of, he was utterly defeated by a young man old enough to be his grandson, who used a set of future warfare theories that he had never heard of before, yet were so logically rigorous as to be terrifying.

"General, we can't wait any longer! Order the reserves to launch a full-scale counterattack! If this continues, we'll be devoured by them!" The staff officer was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Chen Beixuan slowly closed his eyes and waved his hand wearily.

"It's no use," he said hoarsely. "Every move we make is within his calculations. To counterattack now would only send our last reserves to his slaughter."

The simulation is complete.

The Red team was completely wiped out.

Chen Beixuan stood up, his burly body swaying slightly. He walked to the sand table, staring intently at the now-extinguished icons representing the "Red Team," and remained silent for a long time.

"Your 'combined arms battalion' integrates armor, artillery, reconnaissance, engineers, air defense, and even cyber warfare and psychological warfare units into a small but highly efficient fist. Its reaction speed is more than ten times faster than my most elite rapid reaction division."

Chen Beixuan raised his head, his complex gaze falling on Su Chen. "One hour into the war, my radar station and communications hub were taken down by your ghostly special infiltration forces, leaving me blind and deaf instantly. Everything that followed was nothing but slaughter."

"I accept defeat wholeheartedly." This veteran general, who had spent his life in the military, solemnly lowered his proud head before a young man. "I will personally submit this 'Preliminary Conception on the Combined Arms Reform of Basic-Level Combat Units' to the General Headquarters. It... cannot remain merely on paper."

Su Chen put down his teacup, stood up, and bowed slightly to the old general: "General, you flatter me. This is just a theoretical deduction, mere armchair strategizing, and should not be taken seriously."

Chen Beixuan let out a bitter laugh.

Armchair strategist?

He understood every single word the kid said, but put them together, he felt like his military career had been wasted.

Every move you make is so precise, it's as if you hold the script for future warfare in your hands. If this report can be fully implemented, the overall combat capability of the Chinese army will be at least twenty years ahead of the rest of the world!

Outside the simulation room, Principal Yang Weiguo listened silently to the conversation inside, his weathered face now showing a numb indifference to such things.

He turned and walked to the end of the corridor, took out a black encrypted phone, and skillfully dialed the number that led directly to the heavens.

"Commander, it's me, Yang Weiguo."

A calm and authoritative voice came from the other end of the phone: "Tell me, did that brat Su Chen anger which old general this time?"

"...Yes." Yang Weiguo paused, his tone complex, "Today, it was General Chen Beixuan. He...also lost."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sigh tinged with amusement: "Old Chen's stubbornness, he's finally given up? This kid really intends to force all of our old darlings in the military to retire early."

"That's not all, sir." Yang Weiguo's voice suddenly became extremely solemn. "The second-generation design of the 'True Qi Resonance Amplification Module' that he submitted three days ago has been produced overnight in Laboratory No. 7, and extreme tests have been completed."

"What was the result?"

"Mounted on a standard-issue sniper rifle, its effective range exceeds five thousand meters. The bullet can undergo intelligent trajectory correction within a small range at the terminal stage. The muzzle velocity... approaches Mach 7."

On the other end of the phone, the breathing suddenly stopped.

"Power..." Yang Weiguo's Adam's apple bobbed as he said with difficulty, "Enough to penetrate the frontal main armor of an active main battle tank with a single shot from three kilometers away. The test target was directly vaporized."

"Hiss—" Even the high-ranking, unyielding figure on the other end of the phone couldn't help but gasp.

"And there's more!" Yang Weiguo seemed to be pouring out all the shock he had felt over the past three years at once. "His integrated operations reform plan was analyzed thirty times overnight by three expert groups organized by the Military Strategic Research Office. The conclusion was... it's completely feasible! And once implemented, it will completely overturn our military's existing systems, from command to combat!"

A long silence fell over the phone.

After a long while, that majestic voice rang out again, but this time, it was filled with endless emotion and an indescribable excitement.

"A tiger cub from a military family? No, that's not enough to describe him. This lad is a unicorn descended from heaven! He's a pillar of strength, a stabilizing force bestowed upon our Dragon Kingdom by the heavens..."

"Pass the word that his study period can end early. The National Defense University can't teach him anything more. Let him go home and visit; he's been cooped up for the past few years... After that, the long-dormant 'Kunlun' should finally emerge."

"clear!"

Yang Weiguo hung up the phone and let out a long sigh. He looked towards the distant dormitory building, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Over the past three years, the name Su Chen has become more than just a symbol; it has become an unrepeatable legend within the National Defense University, a towering monument that all the elite students must look up to, and even looking up at it is a struggle.

He broke all the records for physical fitness and military skills in the school's history. Those numbers that had been sealed for decades were refreshed to a despairing level by him in a crushing manner.

He achieved perfect scores in all his academic subjects. Several doctoral professors even applied to become his students after attending his "questioning" class.

He was like an insatiable, greedy sponge, absorbing thousands of years of human wisdom in warfare and cutting-edge modern technology into his mind, and then reconstructing it into a higher-dimensional system of his own in an unbelievable way.

His background remains a top secret at the National Defense University. Apart from the "6th Company of the 524th Regiment," which is also listed as top secret, no other useful information can be found.

This mystery, ironically, adds to the awe-inspiring aura of his legend.

302 Dormitory.

Shi Lei and Chen Mo were helping Su Chen pack his luggage. Actually, there wasn't much to pack; Su Chen had very few belongings.

Three years of military academy life had made the two former hotheads much more mature, and their shoulder insignia had long since been replaced with those of junior officers. But the way they looked at Su Chen now was still the same as three years ago, as if they were looking at a monster in human skin.

"Brother Chen, you...you're really leaving?" Shi Lei put a neatly folded T-shirt into the worn-out suitcase, his voice full of reluctance. "Why don't you stay for another two years and take down the principal before you leave?"

Su Chen smiled and said, "Who said I was leaving? I'm just going home for the holidays. I still have two years left; I'm going to do my master's and doctoral studies before I leave."

"Really?" Chen Mo leaned closer, lowering his voice mysteriously, "Brother Chen, before you leave, give me a heads-up: are you an alien sent to help us with technology? If you admit it, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Standing to the side, Du Fei silently handed over a military water bottle filled with warm water.

He looked at Su Chen with an extremely complex expression.

Three years ago, he regarded Su Chen as his lifelong enemy.

For three years, he relentlessly pursued his goals. Physical fitness, shooting, tactics... he pushed himself to the limit and indeed became the most outstanding student in his cohort besides Su Chen.

But the faster he chased after him, the more he felt that the figure was out of reach.

That's not distance, it's a difference in dimensions.

In the end, even his pride was completely extinguished, and he lost all thought of catching up. All that remained was awe and reverence.

"You're home now, take care." Du Fei's voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were more sincere than ever before. "Thank you for these three years. You made me realize that there are always people more capable than you."

Su Chen took the kettle, patted his shoulder, and remained as calm and collected as ever.

"You're very strong too."

A simple affirmation brought tears to Du Fei's eyes instantly.

"Okay, I'll go home and take a look." Su Chen stuffed the last change of clothes into his suitcase, zipped it up, and did it as quickly and efficiently as ever.

Come back home.

A simple word, yet incredibly distant.

It has been almost four years since I transmigrated to this world.

The blood and fire of the battlefield, the wind and clouds of the campus, seem to have blurred that original harbor of memories for "Su Chen".

It's time to go back.

Carrying a simple bag, he left the National Defense University without saying a formal goodbye to anyone, just as he had done three years ago.

The train station at the National Defense University was teeming with people, filled with the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

Su Chen boarded the train bound for Beijing. The bustling city outside the window rushed past, eventually turning into rolling fields and mountains.

His heart, however, had already traveled thousands of miles through time and space, returning to that familiar military compound, returning to that girl in his memory who always wore two ponytails and followed him like a little shadow, softly calling out "Brother Chen".

He pulled a slightly yellowed old photograph from his inner pocket. In the photograph, a chubby-faced boy was grinning, and beside him was a little girl timidly clutching the hem of his clothes, her eyes sparkling like two black grapes.

Feifei, are you alright?

Four years have passed, you should be... in college by now, right?

Do you still remember Brother Chen, who left without saying goodbye and was gone for four years?