Half a year later.
The Red vs. Blue confrontation exercise.
This was the highest-level assessment for the training squad.
Thirty trainees formed the Blue team.
Their opponent, the Red team, was a fully staffed mechanized infantry regiment.
The Blue team’s mission was to infiltrate the Red team’s defense zone within three days.
And destroy their command post.
A battle that was nearly impossible to win.
Thirty against three thousand.
Outnumbered and outgunned.
The exercise began.
The Blue team was split up and surrounded.
One by one, they were “eliminated.”
By the second night,
fewer than ten Blue team members remained.
They had been compressed into a narrow mountain valley.
Colonel Gao Feng, the Blue team commander,
wore a grim expression.
“We’ve lost.”
The adjutant said.
“Our position has been compromised. In about six hours, the Red team’s heavy firepower will cover this area.”
Silence fell over everyone.
Defeat was the only possible outcome.
“There’s still one chance.”
A voice broke the silence.
It was Ji Wushuang.
She stood before the map.
Her finger pointed to an inconspicuous spot.
“Here.”
That was an area marked as the “Death Swamp.”
The map showed it was shrouded year-round in poisonous miasma—impassable.
“You want to circle behind the Red team’s command post through there?”
Gao Feng looked at her.
“That’s suicide.”
“Report,”
Ji Wushuang said.
“I’ve studied the hydrological data. It’s currently the dry season, so water levels in the swamp are at their lowest.”
“Besides, according to the weather forecast, there will be a thunderstorm at midnight.”
“The rain will mask my movements. The thunder will cover my sounds.”
“The most dangerous place is the safest place. The Red team would never expect anyone to come through here.”
Gao Feng looked at her.
At her calm face, yet eyes burning with fire.
He was silent for a long moment.
“What do you need?”
he asked.
“A dagger, a pistol, a tactical backpack.”
“And the remaining Blue team members will feint westward to draw the Red team’s main forces away.”
Gao Feng nodded.
“Go.”
“If you succeed, you’ll be the hero of this exercise.”
“If you fail…”
Gao Feng left the threat unspoken.
Ji Wushuang saluted sharply and then disappeared into the night.
No one believed in her chances.
This was a path leading to certain death.
Midnight.
The storm arrived as promised.
Heavy raindrops pounded the swamp with a sharp “crackling” sound.
Lightning tore through the night sky, briefly illuminating Ji Wushuang’s struggling figure wading through the muddy water.
Her body was smeared with mud,
like a demon clawing its way out of hell.
She was fighting not just the enemy,
but also the venomous snakes, poisonous insects, and lethal traps lurking in the swamp.
She moved slowly.
Her body instinctively balancing endurance against the storm’s intensity.
Her intuition skillfully avoided every trap.
Her dagger was always ready to sever any snake that came too close.
Four hours later,
she emerged from the swamp.
She appeared behind the Red team’s command post.
Like a true ghost.
Inside the Red command post, corridors crisscrossed and guards patrolled in layers.
Relying on her astonishing memory and sense of direction, she evaded one surveillance camera and patrol after another.
Finally, she found the command center.
Through the bulletproof glass, she saw the commander of the Red Team.
An old general with graying hair but sharp and vigorous.
Inside the command center, the atmosphere was jubilant.
They had just "completely annihilated" the main force of the Blue Team.
The commander was celebrating victory with his staff.
She didn’t rush in.
Instead, she moved toward the ventilation duct beside the command center.
From her tactical backpack, she took out a small bottle.
Inside was a specially-made, high-concentration tear gas.
She connected it to the vent.
Then, she opened the valve.
Three seconds later—
Alarms blared inside the command center.
Thick smoke spread.
People inside coughed and shouted, beginning an orderly evacuation.
The Red Team commander was escorted by guards through the emergency exit.
And Ji Wushuang was waiting for him at the end of the corridor.
Before the guards could react,
Ji Wushuang knocked them to the ground with three punches and two kicks.
Her dagger pressed coldly against the old general’s neck.
“General, you are captured,” she said.
The old general looked at this suddenly appearing, dirt-smudged female soldier.
At first, he was stunned.
Then, he smiled bitterly.
“I’ve led troops for thirty years. Today, I’ve truly seen something new.”
“What’s your name?”
“Reporting to the commander: Ji Wushuang.”
The exercise was over.
The Blue Team had won.
In the director’s room, all the generals stood up.
They stared at the screen, witnessing this unbelievable scene.
Silence filled the room.
Ji Wushuang became famous overnight.
The title “King of Soldiers” was linked to her name for the first time.
After the exercise, Ji Wushuang officially became a member of the Special Operations Unit.
Her codename: “Ghost.”
She began carrying out real missions.
No longer drills.
From now on, every mission could be a test of life and death.
Her first mission:
To the southwest border, a lawless no-man’s land.
Cooperating with local police to destroy a cross-border drug trafficking gang’s stronghold.
The target was hidden deep in a secluded mountain valley.
Easy to defend, hard to attack.
Ji Wushuang and three other team members formed an infiltration squad.
Their task was to sneak in ahead of time to gather intelligence on the stronghold’s firepower deployment and personnel.
To provide information for the main assault.
Disguised as local herb gatherers,
They moved stealthily through the jungle for two days and two nights.
Finally, they approached the entrance to the valley.
The valley entrance was guarded by sentries in plain sight and hidden lookouts,
And a patrol team with wolfhounds on leashes.
They concealed themselves in tall grass about five hundred meters from the entrance,
Observing through high-powered binoculars.
“Two sentry towers at the entrance, four guards armed.”
“Two patrol teams, four men each, with two dogs.”
“The positions of the hidden sentries are unknown.”
The team communicated quietly via throat microphones.
Ji Wushuang said nothing.
She simply watched.
Her gaze swept over every corner of the valley.
She was searching for weaknesses in the defense.
“There.”
Suddenly, she spoke.
Her finger pointed to a steep cliff on the side of the valley.
“The vegetation there shows signs of being trampled.”
“It’s likely a secret route they use to transport supplies.”
"At night, we can enter from there."
The captain accepted her suggestion.
Night fell.
The jungle was pitch black, so dark that you couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face.
Ji Wushuang and the team began to climb the cliff.
The cliff was nearly vertical—almost a ninety-degree angle.
One wrong move could mean certain death.
Ji Wushuang led the way.
She moved like a gecko, clinging steadily to the rock face.
Searching for safe footholds for the team behind her.
They successfully made it into the valley.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
