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

The atmosphere at the dinner table was so warm and inviting it was almost sweet.

Zhou Yulan kept serving food to Su Chen and Du Feifei. Looking at the graceful girl next to her son, whose eyes and brows were full of sweetness, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Feifei, eat more. Look how thin you've become," Zhou Yulan said with concern. "From now on, let this brat stay with you every day. If he dares to bully you, tell Auntie, and Auntie will beat him up for you!"

Du Feifei's cheeks flushed again. She ate her rice in small bites, secretly glancing at Su Chen out of the corner of her eye, feeling sweet inside.

Although Su Jianguo still maintained a stern expression, the tenderness in his eyes was undeniable. He poured Su Chen a glass of wine, then filled his own, and said in a deep voice, "Four years. This glass is to welcome you back."

The father and son drank it all in one gulp.

Setting down his wine glass, Su Jianguo looked at his son's face, which was countless times more resolute than when he left home. He finally couldn't hold back and asked the question that had lingered in his mind for so long: "Xiao Chen, these past few years... the unit you've been in, is it that '524'?"

"6th Company, 524th Regiment" is the only publicly disclosed unit number in Su Chen's file.

Su Chen nodded: "Yes."

"Good, well done." A hint of pride flashed in Su Jianguo's eyes, but then his expression turned serious. "Do you know that shortly before you came back, there was a ruthless person involved in the conflict on the southwestern border?"

Du Feifei and Zhou Yulan stopped what they were doing and looked at Su Jianguo with curiosity.

Su Jianguo seemed lost in some memory, his voice lowered, carrying a soldier's unique awe and fervor: "It's all over the military. A single soldier, with the rear command system completely destroyed, single-handedly broke through the defenses of an entire reinforced Vietnamese regiment, beheaded their frontline commander, and ultimately forced their elite special forces to surrender!"

"The scene was said to be... a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood! Post-war statistics showed that the number of enemy soldiers who died at his hands alone exceeded four figures! One man won a local war! Now the entire Southern Theater Command, no, the entire army, worships him like a god, calling him the 'Dragon Soul War God'!"

Su Jianguo's narration was not vivid, but those cold numbers were full of suffocating impact.

Zhou Yulan was terrified and muttered under her breath, "My God, this...this is too scary, it's like a movie."

Du Feifei's heart leaped into her throat. She gripped Su Chen's arm tightly, her large eyes filled with shock. Although she had guessed that Su Chen's mission was not simple, she had never imagined that war could be so cruel, and that the individual power of humanity could reach such an unbelievable level.

She looked at Su Chen with stars in her eyes and asked admiringly, "Brother Chen, do you know that person? He's so amazing!"

Su Jianguo also looked at Su Chen with a hint of anticipation: "You're at the National Defense University, so your information should be better than mine. Do you know who this big shot is? Which unit did he come from? The military's secrecy is too good. I've pulled so many strings, and all I know is his code name."

Looking at his father's inquisitive gaze, and then at Du Feifei and his mother's curious eyes, Su Chen put down his chopsticks and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the three, he spoke calmly.

"Dad, that person is me."

The air froze instantly.

Clang!

Zhou Yulan dropped the chopsticks in her hand. She stared at her son in disbelief, as if listening to gibberish.

Du Feifei's mouth formed an "O" shape, and in her beautiful eyes, shock, admiration, heartache, and lingering fear... all sorts of emotions intertwined and finally turned into a layer of misty tears. Her hand gripping Su Chen's arm tightened unconsciously.

The one who reacted the most was Su Jianguo.

The army commander, who commanded tens of thousands of troops and remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, suddenly stiffened, his hand holding the wine glass trembled violently, and the wine spilled out.

He stared intently at Su Chen, his eyes wide and his Adam's apple bobbing, but he couldn't utter a single word.

My son?

The legendary "Dragon Soul War God" who single-handedly turned the tide of battle, slaughtering mountains of corpses and chilling the enemy to the bone was my son who used to be a naughty child and I would chase and beat him when he was riding on a big horse.

This is... how is this possible?!

This thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, shattering the worldview he had built up over decades.

"What...what did you say?" Su Jianguo's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Su Chen didn't repeat herself, but simply looked at him calmly. Those deep eyes held no hint of a joke.

Su Jianguo understood. He slumped back in his chair, feeling all his strength drain away. He suddenly understood why the highest-ranking officer would personally inquire about his son's studies, and why a military giant like Yang Weiguo would treat a cadet with such utmost respect.

It turns out... mythology is all around us.

"No wonder...no wonder..." he murmured to himself, and when he looked at Su Chen again, his eyes had completely changed. It was no longer the look of a father looking at his son, but...the look of an old soldier gazing up at a living monument.

"So, your going to study at the National Defense University is also..."

"Mission," Su Chen stated succinctly, "To prepare for the formation of a new unit. The specifics are classified."

Su Jianguo nodded heavily and didn't press further. He knew that some things were beyond his purview. Knowing so much was already an immense favor.

The meal ended in an eerie silence and a sense of shock.

After dinner, Su Chen was taken to the study by Su Jianguo. Not long after, a phone call was made directly to an even more authoritative place.

"Dad, it's me, Jianguo... Xiaochen is back."

A frail yet powerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Have him come to me."

Half an hour later, in another small courtyard with even tighter security.

The quaint study was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. An elderly man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a full head of silver hair but a straight back, was quietly reading a thread-bound edition of "The Art of War".

He was the pillar of the Su family, one of the few remaining founding fathers, and a general in the Su Red Army.

Su Chen pushed open the door and entered.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Su Hongjun slowly put down his book and looked up. A terrifying glint suddenly flashed in his seemingly cloudy old eyes, as if he could see right through people's hearts. He looked his grandson up and down, and after a long while, he slowly nodded.

"Excellent, your inner energy is restrained, you've returned to your true nature. It seems that in these past five years, your heart has also calmed down."

He knew far more than Su Jianguo. From Su Chen's awakening of his superpowers to his legendary status on the battlefield, and the origins of the "Kunlun" project, he was a member of the highest decision-making body.

"The killing on the battlefield is merely the courage of a brute. No matter how strong an individual is, he is just a knife." Su Hongjun's voice was steady and powerful. "The country sends you here to study, not to make this knife sharper, but to teach you how to wield this knife, and how to equip it with an invincible army!"

"Five years have passed since you forged this sword. Now, it is time for you to forge the scabbard and the sword formation for the nation."

Su Hongjun stood up, walked up to Su Chen, and patted his weathered hand heavily on Su Chen's shoulder.

"The Kunlun Mountains are a matter of national destiny, an unprecedented and unparalleled event. The Central Committee entrusting you with this responsibility is the greatest trust they have placed in you."

"Remember, you are not only the grandson of the Su family, but also a pillar of the nation. Do not let this expectation down."

Looking at the heavy entrustment in his grandfather's eyes, Su Chen solemnly saluted.

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"