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

The training ground of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company was filled with the deafening sounds of battle.

Hundreds of strong men, shirtless, rolled and fought in the mud, unleashing their most primal hormones.

Standing at the very front of the line was a one-eyed officer who was not particularly tall, but stood as straight as a javelin.

It was Miao Zhiyuan.

He was using his one remaining good eye to sharply observe the movements of every soldier, occasionally letting out a powerful roar to correct their mistakes.

Just then, a soldier on guard duty rushed over, his face showing a mixture of horror and excitement as if he had seen a ghost.

"Reporting, Company Commander! The regimental commander... the regimental commander is here! And... he's brought a... a senior officer with him!"

Miao Zhiyuan frowned. "Chief?"

The regimental commander came with them, so his rank must be quite high.

He dared not delay, immediately blowing the assembly whistle and shouting to the troops, "Attention everyone! Straighten your uniforms! Prepare to receive the commander's inspection!"

He quickly put on his training uniform, fastened his top button, and strode towards the camp gate.

When he ran to the door and saw Commander Zhang Haifeng's respectful, almost humble, demeanor, his heart skipped a beat.

What kind of leader would it take to make their own commander act like this?

He immediately stood at attention, gave a perfect salute, and his voice boomed: "Reporting, sir! The Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company is conducting combat training. The entire company is expected to have 120 men, and 120 men are present. Please give your instructions! Company Commander, Miao Zhiyuan!"

His gaze involuntarily fell on the young man next to Zhang Haifeng.

With just one glance, Miao Zhiyuan's body was struck as if by lightning, and he instantly froze on the spot.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

All the sounds and sights around me were fading rapidly, leaving only that face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

That face was more mature and composed than it had been eight years ago, but those eyes, so calm they seemed to hold the stars and the sea, were exactly the same as in my memory.

It's him……

It's really him!

That figure that appeared countless times in his midnight dreams, that captain whom he worshipped like a god!

Miao Zhiyuan's eyes reddened instantly.

A surge of scalding heat rushed into his nasal cavity, and he felt as if something was tightly blocking his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word.

He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his good eye hard, as if trying to confirm that this was not a hallucination caused by overtraining.

But when he opened his eyes again, the figure was still standing there clearly, looking at him with a gentle smile.

Beside him stood two men as imposing as an iron tower and a cheetah—were they none other than Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua from back then?!

"Old Miao, what are you standing there for? Don't you recognize us?"

Lei Kaihua was the first to lose his temper. He stepped forward, grinned, and punched Miao Zhiyuan hard.

Gao Dazhuang also walked over and said in a muffled voice, "After all these years, it's still the same."

That familiar voice, those familiar movements, were like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of Miao Zhiyuan's memories.

Eight years of grievances, resentment, longing, and anticipation... all these emotions erupted like a flood bursting its banks at this moment.

This tough guy, who never sheds a tear but bleeds, could no longer hold back his tears, which fell in large drops.

"Team... Captain..."

His lips trembled, and he used all his strength to squeeze out those two words from his throat.

His voice was hoarse, tinged with suppressed sobs.

"It's me, I'm back."

Su Chen walked up to him and gently patted his shoulder. His voice was soft, but it carried a comforting power.

"I came here for two reasons: first, to see you, and second, to see the soldiers you're leading." Su Chen's gaze fell on his empty eye socket, and his tone became exceptionally gentle. "And, by the way, to heal this eye of yours."

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's ears.

Regiment Commander Zhang Haifeng and his staff officers were all dumbfounded.

Cured?

Are you kidding me!

Miao Zhiyuan's eyes were examined by the best experts in the entire military region. The conclusion was that his optic nerve was completely necrotic and there was no possibility of regaining his sight!

Even Miao Zhiyuan himself was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at Su Chen, his mouth half-open, unable to believe his ears.

"Captain... Captain... what... what did you say? My eyes... can be cured?"

His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"The doctors said there's no hope; they're incompetent." Su Chen's tone was as calm as if he were talking about something trivial. "For me, it's very simple."

"Come on, take off the fake eye."

Miao Zhiyuan's mind went blank. Almost instinctively, he obeyed Su Chen's command and, with trembling hands, removed the glass prosthetic eye that had been with him for eight years.

The empty eye sockets exposed to the air looked somewhat ferocious.

Su Chen stepped forward, extended his right hand, and gently placed his slender fingers over Miao Zhiyuan's eye sockets.

"Don't move, and don't be nervous."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm, jade-like golden light suddenly shone from his palm!

The light was holy and warm, carrying a vast and boundless life force that enveloped everyone present.

The Sacred Heart Formula!

Su Chen activated his inner energy, and the extremely pure life energy transformed into countless tiny golden threads, which flowed along his fingertips and slowly into Miao Zhiyuan's already necrotic eye sockets.

Everyone present, including all the officers and soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company who had just assembled, stared intently at the scene, forgetting even to breathe.

Zhuang Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. At this moment, his worldview was being torn apart and shattered by an irresistible force!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a miracle occurred!

Within Miao Zhiyuan's empty eye sockets, nourished by the golden light, flesh and blood began to wriggle and grow at a visible speed!

New nerves, new blood vessels, new tissues... like a time-lapse video that's been fast-forwarded, they're being generated out of thin air!

A crystal-clear, flawless new eyeball was "created" bit by bit in that golden light!

It only took a dozen seconds!

When Su Chen withdrew his palm, the golden light dissipated.

Miao Zhiyuan's once empty right eye socket has been replaced with a clear, bright eye!

That newborn eye was even brighter and more spirited than his original, good eye!

"Try...give it a try." Su Chen's voice woke Miao Zhiyuan from his dazed state.

Miao Zhiyuan blinked his right eye unconsciously.

The next second, a clear, bright, and colorful world flooded into his mind again after eight years!

He saw the captain's gentle smile, the excited expressions of Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua, and in the distance, the faces of his soldiers, distorted with extreme shock.

"I...I saw it..."

"I really...saw it!"

Miao Zhiyuan raised his hand to cover his right eye, feeling the light he had regained. He was so excited that he trembled all over and burst into tears.

All around him was deathly silence.

Regiment Commander Zhang Haifeng stared wide-eyed, not even noticing his hat fall to the ground.

The Night Tiger's soldiers were frozen in place, as if they had been struck by a spell.

Zhuang Yan's brain went completely blank with a buzzing sound.

What... what is this?

Magic? Enchanted magic? Or a miracle?

His long-held materialist worldview was shattered beyond recognition by this "creation" scene before him, leaving not even a trace.

It turns out that the "gods and demons" that Miao Lian mentioned were not adjectives.

That's... a declarative sentence!