I am a female swordsman.

Huang Quan noticed something mysterious at the edge of the snowfield, something beyond imagination and somewhat incongruous with the style of the warships and cannons. But before Huang Quan could take a closer look, these images vanished completely, leaving her only with a hexagonal wellhead projected from above the pitch-black space, the pulling force of the beam of light being very slight.

"Second World War??"

Huang Quan was somewhat surprised; she couldn't quite understand why this world fit her situation. From any perspective, the world during World War II seemed to lack the conditions to resolve her problems.

Could it be that there's a problem with the system's filtering process?

Huang Quan inquired about this question with the system and was told that this world best met her requirements. The system would provide the answer to her question after the host explored and expanded this world.

Important reminder:

"This world is undergoing a mysterious evolution, and there is a very small probability that strange phenomena will occur."

Chapter Two: Starting at the Bar

When people think of the West, they instinctively think of many symbols that represent it.

The harsh, barren natural environment, the endless expanse of yellow sand, and cowboys galloping across the desert on horseback. Cowboy hats and spur boots, hats falling to the ground in the blink of an eye. Here, skilled gunslingers can settle scores with gusto; in the West, fists and strength are more commonly used than the law.

This was true in the past, it is true now, and it will be true in the future...

On this land of bloodshed and freedom, there exist many things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. They are no different from ordinary people in ordinary times, but only on special occasions do they leave behind their legends.

Hee hee hee!

The neighing of horses outside the [Grey Wolf] bar silenced the lively commotion, and the heavy footsteps of boots outside the wooden door made some people instinctively reach under the table or to their waists. Only a few people inside the bar maintained their initial calm and composure.

The man with the nice mustache, sitting at the bar, seemed to have a thought.

The handsome face beneath the cowboy hat looked back.

Bang! ! !

The door was violently forced open! With a single kick, the bar's door burst open, and through the swirling dust and sand, a twisted, demonic figure, carrying a hint of scorching sulfur, appeared in the doorway! His appearance nearly caused the bar's patrons to lose their instinct and fire their guns!

If it weren't for the rules of the Grey Wolves, they would have attacked as a group long ago.

The figure at the door entered the bar, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping disdainfully over the group of scoundrels. This man had a thick beard, and two guns were slung at his waist, one on each side. Notably, his oddly shaped guns, one black and one white, combined with his dangerous aura, exuded an indescribable wild style.

"Come out and face me! Zepp! You old liar with a mouthful of lies!!"

A smoky voice erupted with a penetrating roar! The murderous [Shadow Demon]'s eyes spewed out angry flames. This was not an exaggeration; his dark brown eyes were actually flaming outwards, as if some fiery monster was bursting out of his body.

As soon as the atmosphere turned sour, the guests hurriedly avoided the "Shadow" and fled the bar.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave the money for the drinks on the table.

Seeing what was happening before her eyes, the waitress behind the bar slightly raised her eyes, her ominous scarlet eyes meeting the brown eyes of [Shadow Demon] in mid-air.

"【Shadow】, there's one thing you redneck will never learn, and that's politeness." The hoarse, overlapping voice was soft, easily slipping away from your ear, yet it possessed an undeniable, brutal power. A cruel smile curved the white-haired, red-eyed woman's lips, instantly filling the bar with an aura of cruelty and tyranny!

"【Crow】, you woman who made a deal with the devil, are you looking for a fight? Come on, I love purifying devils." 【Shadow Demon】 also revealed a dangerous and confrontational aura.

Huang Quan's smile gradually turned cold, and the way he wiped the bar became increasingly slow.

This is the west.

In the warm, hospitable, and simple-minded West, let alone such a heated verbal confrontation, even looking at someone could lead to a deadly disaster. She didn't mind saying that this rude, half-human, half-demon man was getting his place in hell a little earlier.

Just as the atmosphere between [Raven] and [Shadow] became extremely tense.

The mustachioed man who had been sitting at the bar since the beginning raised his glass.

"Hey buddy, this is [Grey Wolf]. Rule number one: whoever pays, calls the shots. I don't want my beautiful Sunday to start with a gunfight. What do you think?" The mustachioed man, holding a glass, walked towards [Shadow], his gentle, middle-aged charm effectively easing the tension.

"But my Sunday was terrible."

Taking the wine from the mustachioed man, [Shadow Demon] snorted twice and went down the steps.

Although he wasn't afraid of the extremely dangerous woman, "Raven," if the two were to fight here, the entire town would likely be razed to the ground. This was not the outcome "Shadow" desired; it went against his consistent principles. This dangerous woman from the European continent had forged a name representing death in the West with the blood of countless who had offended her: "Raven!" One of the top superhumans in the lawless western region!

"Wow, wow, wow~~! Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, can anyone explain to me where all my lovely guests have gone?"

An old man with a walking stick came down from the second floor.

His hair was completely white, and his eyes revealed a deep sense of anguish. Clearly, the Grey Wolf Bar wouldn't be able to expect any more greenbacks today, and the priest felt his life's meaning diminish by fifty percent at the thought.

"You old liar!"

The moment [Shadow] saw [Father], his anger flared up again. It was this seemingly sincere old liar who had caused him to fight that mutated giant scorpion in the desert for a whole day and night! If it weren't for his good luck, he would have been dragged underground by the quicksand, and who knows when he would have been able to climb out again!

They grabbed the poor old priest and lifted him up. With his feet dangling in the air, the old priest immediately let out a scream like the girls' skirts being lifted.

"Hehe! For God's sake, put me down first!"

"I can't do it, you old liar."

With a fierce smile, [Shadow Demon] threw the priest off the second floor, staging a spectacular scene of beating an old man.

Bang! !

Huang Quan looked at the priest whose head was embedded in the floor, hesitated for a second, but still chose to return to the bar. Although she was grateful to the priest for giving her a job, in a way, she and the priest were still enemies.

After leaping from the second floor, [Shadow Demon] cracked his knuckles, clearly indicating that he wasn't done with the old swindler who had tricked him!

"Wait, wait! I think we can still have a proper talk!"

"Okay, let's talk about how hard my fists are first."

"Ugh...!" The priest begged for mercy after being hit hard in the abdomen by [Shadow], and quickly dropped a bombshell to divert [Shadow]'s anger.

The news was so sudden and bombshell that even Huang Quan and the mustachioed man were drawn to it.

"The latest mission, designated by the Communications Committee, is in the west! It concerns the [Hydra], and the bounty is beyond your imagination! They've offered you terms you can't refuse!"

Whether it's the Communications Commission or the Hydra, they are very distant things to the closed West, but it cannot be denied that they are renowned in this world, and the same is true in the circle of superhumans.

Author's Note:

P.S.: Happy Lunar New Year's Eve!

Chapter Three: The Shattered Dream of a Thousand-Year Empire

The Communications Committee—a name that may not be particularly prominent or widely known, but in this newly formed nation, many have heard of it. Most people admire its contributions during the War of Independence, but few are aware of the truly formidable power it wielded.

The spokespeople who have mastered ancient, forbidden powers, and their followers.

Something that slumbers deep within the ocean!

Even in the lawless West, a place where chaos and slaughter reign supreme, there is no choice but to feign submission to the Communications Committee.

Huang Quan looked slightly puzzled.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at the priest held a subtle, profound meaning. How could such a shameless and immoral old charlatan, whose eyes were only set on green banknotes, manage to get involved with the Communications Commission? This truly proved the saying, "You can't judge a book by its cover."

“I’m very interested to know what irresistible offer they’re making to me… Hey, buddy, let’s put our poor old priest down and let him finish speaking.”

The man with the mustache smiled slightly.

With a flick of his wrist, a playing card gleaming with a pale golden light appeared in his palm. In the West, being overly friendly will only breed disdain in your conversation partner. It's necessary to demonstrate your strength when necessary, letting others know you're not to be trifled with, so as not to invite unwanted attention… although in the West, everyone gets targeted.

"Today is your lucky day, you old liar."

Clutching the priest's collar like a chick, [Shadow] glanced warily at the mustachioed man before tossing [the priest] onto a relatively intact chair. This tavern, by sheer coincidence, had gathered many powerful superhumans. Of the four present today, the most mysterious and dangerous was undoubtedly this white-haired, red-eyed woman. One wondered what the old charlatan's reason for leaving her in the West was.

The four of them sat down around a round table.

The menacing "Shadow," the cunning mustachioed man, the spittle-flecked "Priest," and the nonchalant "Crow" with his arms crossed.

In the words of the Shadow: This old liar, who shames God and is a complete fraud, may have drunk from Lady Luck's foot bath water and actually had a stroke of good luck. He hooked up with a powerful figure in the Communications Committee and got a relatively important, but not highly regarded, mission. This powerful figure in the Communications Committee wanted an elite team of superhumans to help the Justice League, which was fighting in Europe, thwart a certain arrogant Nazi plan.

The superhumans in the West are all incredibly powerful, because in the West, where guns are drawn at the slightest provocation, weak superhumans die very quickly. But superhumans who survive in such a barren and harsh environment must have many flaws and shortcomings.

How to get these cowboys to obey and do their missions without letting them suddenly go berserk became a major headache for the Communications Committee.

It's worth mentioning that...

Although Raven has integrated well into the brutal Western supernatural world, her elegant demeanor and refined speech clearly indicate to anyone with discerning eyes that she comes from that civilized land ravaged by war.

Indeed, Huang Quan's first stop in this world was not the American West.

Because of her identity in this world, she didn't stop at the first stop, but instead, based on the information she had, she began to investigate the legend of the Native American god, Quetzalcoatl. The demonic tendencies in her body required a strong force of light to neutralize them, and for this purpose, Huang Quan also collected information about legends of Ra and God.

This seemingly normal world does indeed contain mysterious and extraordinary elements!

Perhaps gods do exist, but when the divine era ended, they too vanished...

"【Shadow】, you have been hunting down the demon who stole your wife's soul. Believe me, the rewards of this quest are enough to let your soul rest in peace... And you, 【King of Cards】, with your immeasurable wealth, you can buy anything you want... Finally, 【Raven】, everything you need can be obtained in this quest."

The old charlatan knew these three guys very well.

He was one of the few "kind" priests in the West. Although he was stingy, sold fake news, and exploited bounties, he was truly a good priest.

"These are truly irresistible terms." [Card King] stroked his sexy, shiny mustache; he was clearly tempted.

After being a gambler my whole life, I finally realized that no one can win forever.

He rushed here after hearing the rumors, hoping to win the final gamble of his life. This gentleman, exuding the charm of a Western cowboy, downed his drink and then turned the glass upside down on the table. It was customary, a symbol of his willingness to join the mission. The other man, [Shadow], did the same without hesitation.

In the end, only the Yellow Springs remained.

"It's been so long since I've seen anything other than a sunset over yellow sand." [Crow] raised her glass, her bright red lips kissing it. After wasting nearly a year in the West with little to show for it, Huang Quan knew it was time for him to explore more exciting places.

The things that linger and survive in remote corners have very little effect on her.

Every slumbering night, Huang Quan could hear the eerie sound of her soul being torn apart and reassembled by the demons. Balance and lifespan relentlessly pursued her, as cruelly and coldly as an eagle chasing a rabbit.

How much longer can I live?

Huang Quan doesn't know.

………………

“Alright, gentlemen and ladies, please sit down. Next, I’d like to introduce you to your enemies and… well, let’s call them allies. Although I don’t think you lawless thugs would consider them allies.” The old priest, leaning on his cane and wearing glasses, joked.

Snapped!

In the pitch-black room, a roll of cassette tape was fed into the projector, and as the priest adjusted it, a black-and-white silent film quickly appeared on the wall.

The Battle of Casablanca. Also known as the Hercules Plan!

Unlike the World War II history that Huang Quan knew, the Third Reich in this world was powerful and glorious, having already inflicted severe damage on the Allied Powers. Furthermore, it dealt a heavy blow to the Allied "Justice League" in terms of unconventional forces. The summit between the leaders of the United States, the Soviet Union, and the United Kingdom in Casablanca was disrupted, and a large amount of research data on unconventional forces was stolen.

Although by the end of 1945, Germany was already heading towards the twilight of its empire.