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

Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, Company Commander's Office.

Zhuang Yan, carrying a basin of freshly washed camouflage clothing, stepped heavily into the simply furnished office.

Since being "picked up" by Miao Zhiyuan from the recruit training camp, he has become the company commander's full-time clerk.

"Clerk" sounds nice, but in reality, besides organizing documents, it's all about washing clothes, folding blankets, and serving tea and water.

He admitted that Miao Lian treated him well, often giving him pointers and protecting him, this "troublemaker." But this was a far cry from the reconnaissance soldier's life of constant vigilance and heroic struggle that he had imagined.

Is a future director and artist, a gifted sharpshooter, destined to waste his time in this office until his retirement?

Zhuang Yan, with a surge of determination in his heart, placed the neatly folded clothes into the closet. In an instant, his gaze was drawn to a photo frame covered in a thin layer of dust on the corner of the table.

It was an old, yellowed group photo.

The background of the photo is the blackened ruins of a building, with the smoke of battle still lingering. A dozen or so soldiers, their faces obscured but covered in blood and exuding a menacing aura, tightly surround a young boy in the center.

The boy looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a hint of youthful immaturity still lingering on his face. Yet his eyes were frighteningly calm, like a bottomless ancient well, unmoved by the surrounding mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and raging flames of war.

Zhuang Yan immediately recognized the grinning young man in the photo as Miao Lian. At that time, Miao Zhiyuan's right eye was still intact, shining brightly. The way he looked at the boy beside him was a mixture of fanatical worship and the piety of seeing a god.

An indescribable sense of iron-blooded cruelty, mixed with supreme glory, rushed out from that thin photograph and crashed into Zhuang Yan's heart, making him feel suffocated for a moment.

"What are you looking at?"

Miao Zhiyuan's voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling Zhuang Yan.

"Reporting, Company Commander!" Zhuang Yan suddenly stood at attention, his face flushed. "I...I didn't mean to."

Miao Zhiyuan showed no sign of reproach. He walked over, picked up the photo frame from the table, and gently brushed away the dust with the rough sleeve of his military uniform. The action was not like wiping an ordinary object, but rather like caressing a rare treasure.

"See that kid in the middle?" Miao Zhiyuan's voice became a little hoarse, and his fake eye, which showed no emotion, seemed to be surging with complex light. "That's the captain I told you about."

His gaze fell on the photograph, and he seemed to have been ripped from his soul, instantly transported back to that era of constant warfare.

"Back when we were fighting those Vietnamese monkeys on the front lines, it was him, leading us old bones." Miao Zhiyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like bullets, hitting Zhuang Yan's heart precisely. "That scene... tsk, you haven't seen it, you can't even imagine it. What does it mean to kill people like cutting grass, one punch to kill a kid? What does it mean for one person to be as effective as a division? I saw it with my own eyes."

"One word: awesome! Two words: exhilarating! I've never fought such a satisfying battle in my entire life!"

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently, and the blood that had been dormant for eight years seemed to be burning again.

"Do you know what?" He suddenly turned his head, his one intact eye staring intently at Zhuang Yan, its light frightening. "Back then, he was only seventeen! He led us, a bunch of veterans who had been to the battlefield, infiltrating behind enemy lines, taking down their command post, blowing up their ammunition depot, and even capturing their division commander alive!"

"Throughout the entire northern front of the Vietnamese army, the mere mention of his code name sent shivers down their spines. They gave him a nickname: 'The Dragon Kingdom's Demon!'"

Zhuang Yan fell completely silent.

His mind went blank.

Seventeen years old? God or demon?

These two words were simply impossible for him to combine. It was more outrageous and fantastical than any Hollywood blockbuster he had ever seen. How could a living, breathing person possibly do such a thing?

Miao Zhiyuan ignored his shock and became lost in his memories.

"What a pity..." He raised his hand, pointed to his blind right eye, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Later, during that decapitation strike, I rushed too fast and didn't pay attention. I accidentally got blown out of this eye by shrapnel from a shell."

"That's why I quit that team. You know what I mean, kid? I'm not reconciled! I fucking dream of going back to him, charging into battle with him one more time! Even if it means dying, it's better than staying here!"

"I really hope... I really hope that one day, the captain will call me again."

His last words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, his voice low and forlorn.

Zhuang Yan looked at the reconnaissance company commander before him, who was usually as imposing as a tiger, but now appeared as vulnerable as a child who had lost his beloved toy. He couldn't fully comprehend the kind of camaraderie that could lead people to life and death together, nor could he imagine what kind of extraordinary figure could make a tough guy like Miao Zhiyuan still so deeply attached to him after eight years.

He felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand, leaving it both sore and swollen.

It turns out that in this seemingly peaceful and tranquil era, there really is a group of people living in another magnificent and turbulent world.

That world has gods, demons, and legends that mortals can't even dream of.

"Company Commander..." Zhuang Yan's throat went dry. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Miao Zhiyuan seemed to be suddenly awakened from his memories. He quickly suppressed all his emotions and transformed back into the stern and unsmiling Night Tiger Company Commander.

He carefully placed the photo frame back in its original position, as if completing a sacred ritual, and then patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder heavily.

"Kid, do a good job. The military is a much bigger and more exciting place than you think."

He paused, a glint of unfathomable shrewdness flashing in his single eye.

"Perhaps you'll soon have the chance to witness firsthand what a real 'miracle' truly is."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the office, leaving Zhuang Yan standing there blankly.

The words "Dragon Kingdom Gods and Demons" echoed repeatedly in his mind, and all he could see was the calm, abyss-like gaze of the boy in the photo.

A crazy idea sprouted in his mind and grew wildly.

He wanted to see that person.

No, he has to go see that person!

Go and see that magnificent world that only exists in legends!