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

The giant countdown in the sky reached zero.

The black numbers disappeared above the clouds.

A huge, semi-transparent light curtain covered the entire Earth's atmosphere.

Whether in the daytime hemisphere or the nighttime hemisphere, everyone can clearly see the real image appearing above their heads when they look up.

Television networks, mobile phone screens, and computer monitors around the world were forcibly taken over in the same second.

A vast, ancient wilderness is projected, with towering trees reaching into the sky, vines as thick as water vats entwining broken, massive stone pillars, and terrifying behemoths with wingspans exceeding tens of meters circling in the sky.

This is the space for national destiny.

A decade-long depletion of spiritual energy and scarcity of resources plunged humanity into dire straits, but the arrival of this unknown dimension became the only hope to break the countdown to death.

At this moment, the global online bullet screen system was activated simultaneously.

[God, what's that in the sky?]

My phone is out of control!

[Is that the space for national destiny? A primeval forest!]

[The countdown has ended; that's a scene from another world!]

Has humanity truly been chosen by an advanced civilization?

[Apocalypse or Species Evolution?]

[A giant screen covered the entire Earth's atmosphere!]

I saw the skeleton of a prehistoric creature!

[...]

Panic spread globally within the first few minutes.

But soon, dedicated live stream rooms for each country lit up one after another.

Inside the live stream of the Bald Eagle Kingdom, nine fully armed figures appeared at the edge of a swamp.

The man in the lead was nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and he was carrying a modified Gatling gun.

He is Mike, a retired Navy SEAL, one of the top elite soldiers in the United States.

Standing beside him were renowned wilderness survival expert Bea, and seven special operations personnel wearing individual exoskeletons.

In the live stream room of Japan, a gaunt old man dressed in traditional kendo uniform leaned on a samurai sword with both hands, his eyes sharp.

Behind him stood eight equally composed Iga-ryu combat ninjas, their waists laden with hidden weapons and ninja tools.

Scenes from major powers such as the Germanic Kingdom, Great Britain, and the Russian Bear unfolded one after another. Without exception, all the selected contestants were the top human representatives of their respective countries.

Special forces soldier, fighter, wilderness master, top scholar.

The panic was replaced by a momentary sense of security.

The party has begun.

[Check out the live stream from the United States! It's Special Forces King Mike!]

[God bless Great Germany! Our athlete is the god of polar survival!]

Hattori Hanzo from Japan is also in; he's a master of practical swordsmanship.

Our British Empire's athletes brought the most advanced individual exoskeletons!

[The contestant from the Russian Bear Country is none other than Victor, the ferocious bear!]

We've got this in the bag! Our Bald Eagles are armed to the teeth!

【Our South Korean Taekwondo is the best in the universe!!!】

In this struggle for national dominance, the West will dominate everything!

Look at our elites; this is the direction of human evolution!

【….】

The international audience was thrilled.

People from all countries, seeing their powerful lineups, felt their confidence soar to the extreme.

China's 1.4 billion people held their breath and clicked into the exclusive live stream room.

The screen flickered.

A cloud of yellow sand blew past the camera lens.

On the desolate Gobi Desert, the figures of the Chinese athletes gradually became clear.

Look at the picture clearly.

The entire Chinese internet fell into a deathly silence.

There is no exoskeleton armor.

There are no special forces kings.

There are no survival experts.

There wasn't even a college student with clear, bright eyes.

Standing in the sandstorm were eight people of different appearances, who could even be said to be completely unrelated.

On the far left stands an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe, missing his right arm. The priest closes his eyes and makes calculations with one hand.

Next to the old Taoist priest was an old man holding a broken-stringed wooden guitar and wearing sunglasses.

In the middle squatted an old man dressed in farm clothes with a wrinkled face, puffing on his pipe.

Behind the old man was a young female opera singer dressed in a tattered costume, her face covered in cheap paint.

Standing on the right was a fat blacksmith with a rusty butcher knife at his waist.

Next to the butcher was a thin schoolteacher wearing reading glasses and holding half a piece of chalk in his hand.

At the edge stood a young man with dark circles under his eyes.

There was also a five-year-old girl biting a lollipop, curiously looking at the sand around her.

Eight people.

The elderly, the infirm, the disabled, women, and children are all included.

What's even more chilling is that right in the center of these eight people, on the sand, lies a heavy ancient bronze coffin.

The surface of the ancient coffin is covered with thick green rust and engraved with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient patterns.

The world was silent for a full three seconds.

Subsequently, netizens from other countries flooded into the Chinese live stream room.

[These are the saviors chosen by China? A bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled?]

[Haha, is that Taoist priest without a right hand going to beg for alms?]

[There's another delivery guy? Is he delivering food to monsters in another world?]

The funniest thing is that blind guy with the broken guitar went to a concert?!

[Is that five-year-old going on a school field trip? That's hilarious.]

Wait, is that a coffin among them? Are they even bringing in the dead in China?

[A coffin counts as a contestant? Even the National Fortune System thinks China should be eliminated!]

[Get ready to take over China's resources; they're doomed.]

【..........】

The barrage of mocking comments was overwhelming.

It almost flooded the Huaxia live broadcast room.

At the same time, in the Black Palace of the Bald Eagle Kingdom across the ocean.

Inside the spacious and luxurious Oval Office, the U.S. President sat on a leather sofa.

He held a glass of expensive Romanée-Conti red wine in his hand and had a Cuban cigar in his mouth.

The screen is displaying footage from the Huaxia live broadcast room.

"Mr. President, it seems that God is indeed on the side of the Bald Eagle."

The chief of staff pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a smirk playing on his lips.

The bald eagle president exhaled a puff of smoke and downed his red wine in one gulp.

He stood up and walked to the huge holographic projection sand table of the world in the center of the office.

The finger is placed directly on the map of China.

"The national destiny space is tied to the real-world national fortune. If a contestant dies, 20% of their nation's resources are deducted, and a disaster strikes. If they cannot withstand it, the nation is wiped out."

The president's voice was laced with undisguised greed: "The old, weak, sick, and disabled people of China will be torn to shreds the moment they encounter their first F-class ferocious beast."

"Prepare the Pacific Fleet to weigh anchor."

The president swiped his finger across the holographic screen, drawing a red line across the coastal region of China.

"The moment the Chinese team is wiped out, their national destiny collapses, and their defense capabilities will be instantly paralyzed. In the first phase, we will take over their southeastern coastal industrial zone. In the second phase, we will take full control of their rare earth mines."

The chief of staff produced a pre-prepared document: "The Prime Minister of Japan has just sent a secret telegram, expressing their desire to receive a portion of Shanghai and northern territory. Great Britain and the Germanic countries have also requested to participate in the partition plan."

"Give them to them."

The president gave a cold laugh and threw the documents on the table.

"Just a pack of wild dogs drawn by the smell of blood. This enormous piece of fat meat from the East is enough for our entire Western alliance to eat for fifty years. China is finished."

Not only in the United States, but also in Japan, politicians in the cabinet meeting room had already started celebrating with champagne.

Germanic think tanks have begun calculating the financial gains following the collapse of China.

The entire Western world has begun to sharpen its knives, treating China as a lamb to the slaughter.

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

Meanwhile, despair had also gripped China.

The servers of major social media platforms are almost on the verge of crashing.

On the streets and alleys, countless people held their phones, looking at the images on the sky, their eyes red with tears.

Anger, confusion, and frustration.

The fate of a nation is a matter of life and death.

Why did China choose eight ordinary people with no combat ability, and even a child, to go in when other countries deployed special forces?

"Is Heaven going to destroy China?!"

Someone broke down and screamed in the street.

Yanjing, the highest-level national defense command center, located 100 meters underground.

The piercing alarm echoed through the hall.

Hundreds of huge screens monitor various data related to the nation's destiny and the movements of countries around the world in real time.

"Bang!"

With a full head of silver hair and dressed in military uniform, General Long slammed his hand hard on the alloy conference table.

The table shook, the teacup overturned, and dark brown tea dripped down the edge of the table.

"What's going on here?! I gave you time to mobilize national resources, and you let these eight people into the National Destiny Space?!"

The dragon general's eyes widened in fury, and his voice boomed throughout the hall.

Chief of the intelligence department, Staff Officer Li, hurried to his desk, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"The Dragon Generals weren't chosen by us. The list was forcibly assigned by the National Destiny Space; we had no way to interfere!"

Staff Officer Li handed over a tactical tablet.

Have you found out who these eight people are?

Long took the tablet and quickly flipped through the information on it.

"Cannot be found."

Staff Officer Li's voice trembled slightly, "The comparison with the national-level Skynet database failed. Among the files of 1.4 billion people nationwide... these eight people cannot be found."

"No records?"

The dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Yes."

Staff Officer Li swallowed hard. "No birth records, no spending records, no life trajectory whatsoever. These eight people... it's like they appeared out of thin air and were then directly stuffed into the forbidden area by the system."

The dragon stared intently at the eight figures in the desolate Gobi Desert on the main screen, his gaze finally settling on the bronze coffin.

"The national destiny space stipulates that each country has nine slots."

Long's voice deepened, "There are only eight of us. What's the deal with that coffin?"

Staff Officer Li's fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up the system's final judgment data. He looked up, his face pale: "System data interaction shows... the ninth contestant is that coffin."

The command center was deathly silent.

A coffin counts as a person?!

absurd!

This is utterly absurd!

The dragon clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

The fleets of Western powers have begun to assemble on the high seas, and radars from neighboring countries are frequently scanning China's borders.

China has reached the brink of life and death.

"Order the three major war zones to enter a state of first-level combat readiness."

The dragon turned around, his back ramrod straight, his voice cold and hard.

"We can't interfere with matters of national destiny. But in the real world, anyone who dares to extend a claw at this time will have it chopped off!"