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

The dark golden vertical eye in the sky slowly opened.

The emotionless, mechanical voice resonated throughout the world.

Two enormous light panels of options landed precisely in front of the defense lines of various countries.

In front of the city gate of Bald Eagle Kingdom.

A thick arm emerged from the smoking sandpit.

Smith Jackson clung to the edge, stretching out his massive body.

He wiped the black blood from his chin and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

I looked up at the floating light panel.

Remove the extra bonus.

This godforsaken place smells sour even when you breathe; if you're not strong, you'll die.

He swung his right hand and slammed it hard, shattering the lighting panel of Option 1.

The panel exploded on the spot.

A blue bolt of lightning, as thick as a water tank, shot down from the clouds, engulfing Jackson completely.

The bones were crackling and popping wildly.

High-voltage current penetrates into the blood vessels through the pores.

Jackson tilted his head back and let out a beastly growl from deep in his throat.

The dead skin and scabs burned off his body by the poison gas were completely shattered by the surging power within him.

The dark golden new flesh grew rapidly.

The expansion of muscle mass was so exaggerated that it completely tore apart the already tattered special operations uniform.

A few tattered strips of cloth hung from his waist.

The blue-white electric current, after being compressed at high intensity, gradually settled into an extremely dangerous dark purple.

The violent lightning-attribute superpower forcefully crossed the threshold of SS-level at this moment.

The scorching hot sand beneath their feet couldn't withstand the immense pressure and crumbled into powder.

Jackson roared, tilting his head back.

A purple lightning bolt, three meters in diameter, shot into the sky, burning a large hole in the remaining poisonous gas five hundred meters above.

next to.

Mike and eight other teammates scrambled towards option one.

A flash of light.

The Gauss machine gun in Mike's hand, whose barrel had completely melted, began to liquefy and recombine.

The gun barrel was lengthened and the caliber was enlarged.

In the blink of an eye, a dual-barreled electromagnetic destruction cannon with a design full of violent aesthetics took shape.

The exoskeletons of the remaining seven special forces members were not only completely renovated, but also had an additional layer of azure blue nano-energy shield on their surface.

This is what it truly means to be armed to the teeth.

Netizens in the United States are so excited they're practically typing away.

[Fuck! Michael Jackson's physique, that purple thunder, that's what a real man should look like!]

Why didn't the clothes completely burst open? This live-streaming system is so incompetent.

Mike's gun has gotten bigger! Caliber is justice! Range is truth!

Why choose national destiny? Our own survival is the most important thing. As long as they live, all the resources of the forbidden zone belong to America!

[...]

Inside the black palace.

The president jumped directly onto the leather sofa.

Waving an unlit Cuban cigar, he laughed wildly at the holographic screen.

"See that? This is the gift that a more advanced civilization has given us!"

"This is called a god-making project!"

The chief of staff nodded vigorously, his mouth almost reaching his ears in a wide grin.

...........

The view shifts to the gate of the Sakura Kingdom.

Takeshi Yamamoto leaned against the broken wall.

The web of his right hand split open with a two-inch-long gash due to excessive force.

Without hesitation, he placed his left hand on [Option 1].

A dark light fell.

A small, black tornado enveloped him tightly.

At the torn opening between the thumb and forefinger, granulation tissue writhed and intertwined rapidly.

In less than two breaths, the wound had completely healed, leaving not even a white mark.

The parched dantian was filled to the brim, and the meridians were forcibly widened by a factor of two.

An even bigger change occurred with his katana, which had become dull.

The black light tightly coiled around the blade.

The broken blade, originally less than a meter long, began to extend and reshape.

It was stretched to 1.5 meters.

A complex and eerie dark red blood groove appeared on the back of the blade.

The blade was completely hidden in the air, making it extremely difficult to spot with the naked eye.

This is a fully formed demonic sword.

Takeshi Yamamoto straightened up.

He gripped the excessively long hilt of the knife with one hand.

He didn't really build up his strength; he just casually swung his hand forward.

There was no sound of air being cut.

There are no sound or light effects.

Two full seconds passed.

A muffled "hiss" sound came from the sand a hundred meters directly ahead.

Space has become misaligned.

A very thin, pure black crack suddenly appeared.

The sand and soil swept into the cracks were completely obliterated.

Japanese netizens are going wild.

[Swordsmanship mastered! Yamamoto-kun has reached the threshold of cleaving through space!]

The samurai of the Great Wa Empire are invincible!

[Keep strengthening! Let that old Chinese man who only knows how to ring a bell see what true destructive power is!]

【............】

.............

South Korea's position.

Park Ji-sung had just vomited blood and fainted; he was lying stiffly on the ground.

The yoga instructor next to him rushed over, grabbed his hand, and pressed it into the beam of light in option one.

Golden light poured in.

Park Ji-sung suddenly sat up.

The face that had been bleeding from all seven orifices returned to its fair state, and miraculously, the eyeliner did not smudge; instead, it became even thicker.

The broken cross in his hand turned into a pool of gold.

It spread from the wrist all over the body.

The gold solidified, transforming into a magnificent set of heavy plate armor engraved with cross-shaped inscriptions.

He now held a two-meter-long scepter.

He slammed his scepter heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

The shattered light wall rose up again.

The altitude soared to 300 meters.

A ring of automatically rotating, barbed flames emerged around the outer edge of the light wall.

Absolute defense mutates and upgrades on the spot.

The Korean comment section was buzzing with excitement.

[Oppa's armor is so cool! A true paladin has arrived!]

See those barbs? When the next wave of monsters charges, they'll be skewered like barbecue!

[The universe's number one defense line! Impeccable!]

【……】

This is just the tip of the iceberg.

Looking across the entire forbidden area.

One hundred and ninety-six countries.

One thousand seven hundred and sixty-four foreign contestants survived.

Under the high-pressure environment of life and death, and after witnessing the terror of high-level monsters.

Nobody touched option two, which represented the country.

Everyone takes a picture of [Option 1].

They need to live.

They need to rely on overwhelming power to fight more monsters and plunder more forbidden land treasures.

In this cruel battlefield.

Should the prize be given to the country?

That's ridiculous.

Survive and acquire the ability to move mountains and fill seas.

He went back to China to become a god.

This is the truest form of human nature.

The West's sense of superiority has inflated to an unbearable degree.

A large number of netizens gathered again.

They stormed into the Huaxia exclusive live broadcast room in a grand manner.

China won beautifully in the second round.

That one-armed old man is indeed quite something.

But the difficulty doubles with each round.

Can a few dead bodies survive the third round?

Without any substantial personal enhancement, the physical limits are fixed.

The mortal body can never go far.

Huaxia's exclusive live streaming room.

The scene was so calm it was almost monotonous.

Eight people, one coffin.

Except for Ma Ling, who had just walked back to the corner and sat down.

The others didn't even move an inch.

Two light and shadow panels floated directly in front of the team.

Yanjing.

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The atmosphere was deathly silent.

Zhou Yaoguo stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the big screen.

Minister Chen's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Staff Officer Li's mouth was agape, and he forgot to close it.

Everyone is waiting.

The number of bullet comments on Chinese websites has plummeted.

The netizens were in perfect unison, and no one dared to speak up and disturb them.

Last time, these eight people pressed the two options without hesitation.

They gave their lives to the country.

This has resulted in a leap in the physical fitness of 1.4 billion people and a transformation of the landscape.

But this time.

If you choose option two again.

In the third round, a bizarre monster beyond our comprehension might appear.

What can these eight elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people use to fight?

No matter how fast Guan Shan's knife is.

The horse bells rang again.

Eventually, one's vital energy and blood will be depleted.

Please choose one! Please choose one!

A bold red comment floated across the top of the live stream.

This is the sentiment of countless Chinese people.

The country is already strong enough.

These old men should really think about how to survive!

Get a peerless divine weapon, or acquire some immortality cultivation techniques.

Live well!

This is something that 1.4 billion people owe them.

In the live stream footage.

Guan Shan slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up from the sand.

My feet, clad in black cloth shoes, firmly planted themselves on the ground.

Walk up to the two light and shadow panels.

Turn your head to the side.

He glanced at the horse bells sitting under the city wall.

I glanced again at the old beggar who was picking his toes.

Finally, my gaze fell upon the black wooden coffin covered in rust in the background.

The entire internet held its breath.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The rough, large hand paused briefly in mid-air.

The Chinese front.

Sunlight bathed the sandy ground in front of the loess city wall.

Ma Ling sat cross-legged in the corner.

The strong wind blew up his empty right sleeve.

Nine beams of light descended in front of the eight people and one coffin.

Ma Ling raised her left hand, her withered fingers pointing unhesitatingly at [Option Two].

He didn't even glance at what was written on the blank whiteboard for "Option 1".

Guan Shan didn't even open his eyes before precisely pressing the cursor for "Option Two" with his right hand.

He patted the dust off his knees and shifted to a more comfortable meditation posture.

The old beggar had just taken off his other shoe to pick at his foot when he casually ran his big toe across the surface and selected [Option Two].

He muttered a phrase in a dialect that only he could understand.

The blind old man swung his bow, and the head of the instrument struck the smooth soundboard.

The scholar coughed and flicked his finger, shattering the options with half a piece of chalk.

The little girl swung her sand-covered fist and smashed the panel with one punch.

The butcher slammed his boning knife onto the cursor, shattering the beam of light.

The female lead gracefully swept her water sleeves over option two.

The movements were synchronized and uniform, without any pauses or discussions.

Chen Xiao held the black wooden coffin with both hands.

His eyes were calm as he pressed down on Option Two in front of him with his right hand.

The bone-suppressing nails at the four corners of the black wooden coffin flashed red light.

Dense black energy condensed in mid-air into a heavy hand, swiftly and decisively shattering Option Two into dust.

Nine beams of purple-gold light rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

The global public chat network has fallen silent.

What happened? Did they give up again?

[They've really gone mad! Those are cumulative rewards for consecutive level completions, enough to buy lifespan and invincible cultivation techniques!]

Are all Chinese people idiots?! Without power, how will they defend against the monsters in the next wave?!

This is suicidal; just wait and see China be wiped out in the third round!

[A bunch of ungrateful old men!]

【..........】

Huaxia Live Room.

More than three billion people watched the screen with red eyes.

The comments kept scrolling by.

Stop yelling! They know what they're doing!

These elderly people aren't living for themselves; they're disobeying orders on our behalf!

[Old masters, even just one piece of armor would be fine, don't give us all of it!]

[I'd rather forgo the nation's fortune boost; I just want you all to come back alive!]

This is going to fill our 1.4 billion people with all our cultural heritage!

【............】

The mechanical voice of the celestial dome coldly reported.

[Huaxia Defense Line: All eight participants and one special covert unit have chosen to forgo their individual rewards.]

[National Fortune Enhancement Settlement: Base 10% + SSS-level additional base bonus 2% + 18% conversion from nine units sacrifice.]

[Final calculation: China's national fortune has surged again by 30%.]

[China's current cumulative national fortune increase: 60%.]

The sky was torn apart.

Thirty golden beams of light, far thicker and more dazzling than the last one, pierced through the atmosphere and fell upon the land of China.

Golden light scattered into countless starlight points, merging into the bodies of 1.4 billion people and seeping into the soil of 9.6 million square kilometers.

A county town in the Jiangnan water region.

In a dark, damp, old alley.

Li Jianguo sat on a low stool, smoking silently.

He was in his fifties, with completely white hair and a hunched back.

His daughter, Li Doudou, was sitting in the room next door.

DouDou is seventeen years old.

He was born deaf and mute, and his legs were so weak from nerve atrophy that he could not walk.

To pay for his daughter's medical treatment, Li Jianguo sold his old house in his hometown and moved into this dilapidated bungalow with a monthly rent of 300 yuan.

The wife works at a garment factory during the day, operating a sewing machine, and massages her daughter's legs when she comes home at night.

Seventeen years.

They were used to being looked down upon, used to poverty, and used to their daughter's anxious gestures in sign language.

Golden raindrops pierced through the green tiles and landed on Li Doudou's head.

A warm current rushed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

The atrophied leg muscles regenerated, and the blocked throat and trachea became clear.

Li Doudou gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

Her legs were full of power.

She stood up.

The wheelchair was pushed backward, hitting the wooden door with a loud thud.

Li Jianguo threw away his cigarette butt and rushed into the house.

His wife was carrying a basin of hot water out of the kitchen.

The two stood frozen in place.

Looking at her daughter standing in the center of the room.

Li Doudou opened her mouth.

His dry vocal cords vibrated violently, producing the first clear syllable in seventeen years.

"dad."

"mom."

The copper basin fell to the ground.

Hot water splashed onto his wife's trouser legs.

The wife covered her mouth, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Li Jianguo rushed over and hugged his daughter tightly.

Tears streamed down his face.

"My DouDou can talk now!"

The old man cried out loudly.

The family of three clung to the cold cement floor, weeping uncontrollably.

Years of grievances and pain were shattered at this moment.

A small town on the southwestern border.

In an old residential building.

Wang Jianguo, a 70-year-old retired soldier, sits in a wheelchair on the balcony.

His left leg was blown off by a landmine during a border conflict thirty years ago.

The trouser legs were folded loosely below the knees.

Wang Jianguo's hands were withered and thin, and his eyes were sunken.

He was staring intently at the live broadcast on the television screen, and his lips trembled uncontrollably as he watched eight people choose to forgo their rewards.

A thick golden light shattered the dark clouds in the sky and fell on Wang Jianguo.

An excruciating tingling sensation came from the broken leg.

Wang Jianguo lowered his head.

He saw granulation tissue growing rapidly and intertwining below his knee.

Bones extend, blood vessels connect, and muscles cover.

Within a dozen seconds, a complete and healthy left leg reappeared on his body.

The soles of my feet felt the real texture of the cold tiles on the balcony.

Wang Jianguo gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

He used his strength to prop himself up and stood up steadily.

He kicked his left leg, feeling the explosive power he had in his youth.

Wang Jianguo turned to face the direction of Yanjing.

He straightened his back and his feet together made a crisp clattering sound.

Raise your right hand.

A perfectly standard military salute was offered to the void.

Two large tears rolled down her weathered cheeks.

A heavy industrial city in Northwest China.

For twenty years, the city was shrouded in a thick, grayish-yellow smog.

The pungent smell of sulfur stung everyone's respiratory tract.

Sixty-eight-year-old sanitation worker Mr. Zhang was sweeping fallen leaves on the street with a large broom.

He suffers from severe cataracts in both eyes.

All I could see were blurry double images.

His herniated disc prevented him from straightening his back.

Golden light bathed the long street.

Grandpa Zhang smelled the fresh scent of a forest after the rain.

He raised his head.

The thick smog dissipated on the spot.

The sky revealed its original azure blue.

The sunlight stung his eyes.

After the soreness subsided, my vision became incredibly clear.

The small print on the bus stop sign, a hundred meters away, is clearly visible.

He dropped the broom and touched the top of his head.

The rough, dry white hair turned black from the roots.

The excruciating pain in my back completely disappeared.

He straightened his back, clenched his fists, and felt the surging energy of his youth.

Grandpa Zhang looked at the clear sky and laughed loudly on the empty street.

He was laughing for a while, then he squatted down and burst into tears.

In a drought-stricken village deep in the mountains, an ancient well that had been dry for thirty years suddenly spouted sweet spring water.

In the intensive care unit, patients who had been given a death sentence had their tubes removed and got off their beds.

Martial arts enthusiasts across the country have discovered that by generating a sense of energy in their dantian, they can punch through a 30-centimeter-thick red brick wall.

On the Chinese internet, videos of various miracles are circulating wildly.

Millions of comments flooded the official Huaxia live stream room.

My grandfather's Parkinson's disease is cured; he can now wield a big knife and wield it in the yard!

My blind neighbor has regained his sight; he's going around kowtowing to everyone he meets on the street!

[As dawn broke, the polluted river here became crystal clear, teeming with fish!]

They are risking their lives to save ours!

[Grandpas and grandmas, please be a little selfish and keep something for yourselves for self-defense!]

These idiots! These admirable idiots!

Anyone who dares to say another bad word about them, I'll take a knife and chop them up in real life!

【............】

Yanjing.

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

All the officers watched the data compiled from all over the country on the big screen.

Silence reigned.

Minister Chen pressed his hands firmly against the alloy tabletop.

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears welled up in them.

Zhou Yaoguo, his eyes red, turned his head away and took a deep breath.

Minister Chen suddenly raised his head and shouted at the intelligence department's seats.

"check!"

"Using the highest national authority, we will activate the nationwide surveillance system to visit every remote mountain village and old urban area!"

"Even if we have to search every inch of China, we must find all the social connections and immediate family members of these eight people!"

Minister Chen's voice was hoarse as he slammed his fist on the table, which emitted a dull thud.

"This group of people has always lived in obscurity at the bottom of society, their lives must have been impoverished. But now they are risking their lives to protect us."

"Go and bring their parents, children, brothers, and sisters—everyone who is still breathing—to Yanjing!"

"They will all be resettled according to the highest standards for the families of national-level heroes!"

"Eat the best food, stay in the best hospitals, and have the most elite guard company provide 24-hour close protection!"

Minister Chen's gaze swept over all the officers present.

"They sacrificed themselves to protect China, feeding all the good fortune to our 1.4 billion people. If we can't even protect their families, or let them suffer even the slightest injustice at home, then we don't deserve to wear this uniform!"

"Anyone who dares to mistreat a hero's family, I'll take their head!"

Zhou Yaoguo strode over to Minister Chen's side.

"Add one more."

Zhou Yaoguo's voice was filled with a ruthless killing intent: "Investigate whether anyone has oppressed the heroes' families over the years. If so, arrest and convict them immediately, and sentence them severely. China will never allow its heroes to shed blood and tears again."