National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Chapter 1: You were tasked with defending the city, but you ended up participating in the competition carrying your master's coffin?

"Eighth Brother, the time has come."

China, in its southern border region.

In a remote town, an old shop with a sign that reads "Yin Yang Coffin Shop" appears exceptionally quiet in the afterglow of dusk.

The "shush-shush" sound of planing wood came to an abrupt end.

A calm yet slightly weak voice came from the recliner.

Su Chen's face was as pale as rice paper, and his eyes, which were originally as deep as the starry sea, were now covered with a lingering deathly aura.

He was a time traveler who discovered he was about to die as soon as he arrived in the world.

That's right.

He was originally a cancer patient with no relatives by his side, and he thought he would spend the rest of his life lying at home waiting to die.

It was at this moment that it was bound to the national destiny system.

The stronger the country, the more powerful he is.

These few years.

As the country grew stronger, he also became more capable, which in turn gave him a great deal of talent.

However, his abilities are somewhat underhanded and cannot be brought to the forefront.

However, Su Chen didn't care.

They lived quite well in the mountains and fields.

He is also using these abilities to improve the country's landscape and make the country stronger.

Mutually beneficial.

However, ten years ago, the system told him that a major change was about to happen in the future.

He needs to lie dormant and accumulate strength to help the country overcome its difficulties, but before that, someone needs to take his place in protecting the country.

then.

He took on eight apprentices.

Each of them corresponds to one of the Eight Yin Generals, and each inherits one of their skills.

The young man who was planing and finishing a cypress coffin was named Chen Xiao. He was the youngest of Su Chen's eight apprentices and also a coffin maker.

Su Chen looked at the honest and kind young apprentice in front of him and gave his instructions in a calm tone.

"Let's seal the coffin."

Chen Xiao's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled: "Master, wait a little longer, there must be another way!"

Su Chen shook his head gently, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his lips: "The old era is coming to an end, and a new calamity is about to sweep across the world. What I must do is not to run away, but to fight for a glimmer of hope for China and for this world."

"I will fall into a long slumber, in which I will shed my mortal form and be reborn. I do not know how many years will pass since then."

Su Chen's gaze pierced through the dilapidated roof and looked towards the distant horizon.

"Eighth Brother, you are my youngest disciple and my final arrangement. From this day forward, you must protect China. No matter what happens, you must not leave this coffin even for a moment."

Chen Xiao, also known as Lao Ba, knelt on both knees and kowtowed three times, blood seeping from his forehead. His voice was hoarse but firm: "Disciple Chen Xiao will obey Master's orders! As long as Master is here, I am here! As long as Master's coffin is here, China will stand!"

"Good, the more prosperous the nation, the faster I will awaken."

"Everything depends on you all..."

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction, then, without any further hesitation, slowly got up, walked to the ordinary black wooden coffin that had been prepared beforehand, and calmly lay down inside.

The moment he closed his eyes, a mechanical voice that only he could hear rang in his mind.

[The deity's hibernation program has been initiated...]

[Connecting to the Earth's Veins of China... Connection progress 1%...]

[Warning: Low energy, connection interrupted. The system will enter hibernation mode and will awaken when the nation prospers.]

Chen Xiao, fighting back tears, closed the heavy coffin lid with trembling hands.

He picked up the hammer and aimed it at the thickest coffin nail.

"Thump!"

The first nail was driven in.

"Thump!"

The second one.

Just as he raised the hammer, preparing to drive in the last nail sealing the coffin—

A sudden change has occurred!

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

The sky, no longer the orange-red of dusk, instantly turned into an eerie dark red, as if stained with endless blood.

A massive rift suddenly tore open across the sky, and a crimson giant eye slowly opened from within, coldly gazing down upon the entire blue planet.

Panic, despair, deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a voice devoid of any emotion resounded deep within the minds of every one of the seven billion people on Earth.

The national destiny defense game has officially arrived!

The rules are as follows:

[Part 1: Nine contestants will be randomly selected from each country to enter the National Fortune Space and guard the city gates of their respective nations.]

[Second: Behind the city gates lies your kingdom; outside the gates lurks endless monsters.]

[Three: Successfully defending the city will grant the player and their country generous rewards, bringing prosperity to the nation and ensuring everyone's success.]

[Part Four: With the city gates breached, billions of monsters outside the city will materialize tenfold and descend upon the real world, causing widespread devastation.]

[Global selection begins now!]

The voice just fell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick beams of golden light shot out from the crimson eyes in the sky, landing precisely in every corner of the globe.

In the United States, a genetically modified soldier king who is on a secret mission is enveloped by a pillar of light.

In the land of cherry blossoms, the last sword saint, who had been living in seclusion deep within Mount Fuji, slowly opened his eyes amidst a pillar of light.

In the land of the Russian bear, on the Siberian ice plains, a burly man who could fight a brown bear let out an excited roar.

......

The land of China.

At the summit of Kunlun Snow Mountain, a blind old man who was meditating disappeared into a pillar of light.

On a street corner in a bustling city, an old beggar in tattered clothes, before he could put down his broken bowl, turned into specks of light.

In a water town in southern China, a sickly young actress, who was embroidering, coughed lightly as she was carried away by a beam of light.

In the bustling city, there was a blacksmith covered in grease.

......

Eight beams of light landed in the deep mountains, bustling cities, deserts, and urban areas of China.

However, what no one knew was that when that grand voice announced the rules...

The ninth, thickest, and most dazzling golden beam of light, like a divine sword, tore through the sky and smashed through the roof of the "Yin-Yang Coffin Shop" in the southern town!

"Boom—!"

The roof exploded, sending debris flying everywhere.

Just as Chen Xiao was about to drive in the last coffin nail, he was completely enveloped by this sudden golden beam of light.

No, it wasn't just him.

And in front of him was the black wooden coffin that had just been closed, containing his master Su Chen...

......

The space for national destiny.

Beyond the endless white mist lies a colossal bronze city of unimaginable grandeur.

Above the city gate, two large characters are written in ancient seal script: 【华夏】 (Huaxia).

Lights shimmered before the city gate.

All nine spots were filled.

A blind man, a beggar, a blacksmith, a sickly young actress, a blacksmith, a young Taoist nun, an opera singer...

There was also a kind-looking young man carrying a huge black wooden coffin on his back.

Looking at the seven "teammates" in front of him, each with a different style and seemingly more unreliable than the last, Chen Xiao felt a surge of turmoil in his heart.

But he remembered his master's teachings perfectly—guard the coffin and guard the city gate.

He took a deep breath, ignored everyone, and walked with heavy steps to the huge city gate that was a thousand meters high.

Then, to the astonishment of the other seven, he carefully and neatly placed the heavy black wooden coffin he was carrying on his back in the very center of the city gate.

It was as if it wasn't a coffin at all.

Instead, it was a shrine powerful enough to suppress the fate of the nation.