Ji Wushuang didn’t know.
She only felt something clogging her heart.
Suffocating.
She stood up and said,
"Brigade Commander, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
She saluted and turned to go.
She didn’t spare Li Mu another glance.
She knew it wasn’t his fault.
This was the rule.
But this rule left her feeling alienated and powerless.
It was as if she was no longer the invincible "Ghost," the soldier who could overcome anything with sheer strength.
The brigade welcomed a new combat instructor.
Transferred from a sister unit.
His name was Wang Meng, also a First-Class Sergeant Major and the military’s hand-to-hand combat champion.
His muscles were like slabs of iron.
On his first day, he challenged Ji Wushuang to a spar.
"I’ve long heard of the ‘Ghost’s’ reputation," Wang Meng said with a grin on the training mat.
"Let me see it for myself today."
The outcome was never in doubt.
Three minutes.
Ji Wushuang ended the match with a flawless shoulder throw, followed by an armbar.
Wang Meng lay on the mat, conceding defeat with genuine respect.
"I’m getting old," he panted, forcing a bitter smile.
"The future belongs to you young ones now."
Ji Wushuang helped him up.
On Wang Meng’s first rest day, the veterans invited him out for drinks.
Ji Wushuang was included—her first unofficial gathering.
After a few rounds, Wang Meng grew talkative.
He reminisced about his youth.
How he fought his way to the top in the military’s grand competition.
How he single-handedly subdued an enemy squad during a border skirmish.
His eyes gleamed.
The fading glow of a hero’s past.
But soon, the light dimmed.
"Useless now," he muttered, downing another glass, his eyes red.
"Nobody cares about this stuff anymore."
"Now it’s all about computers, drones, charts I can’t even read."
"These skills of mine? In a few years, I’ll be discharged."
"Then what? Work as a security guard? A bodyguard?"
"I’m over forty. All I know is fighting. My own son has to teach me how to turn on a computer."
His voice carried a quiet despair.
Many of the veterans fell silent.
In Wang Meng, they saw their own futures.
A lifetime honing lethal skills in the military.
But in peacetime, in the world outside, what use were those skills?
They were heroes.
Yet also relics, soon to be left behind by the times.
Ji Wushuang didn’t drink.
She listened in silence.
Studying Wang Meng’s face, weathered by alcohol and time.
She saw herself in ten, twenty years.
She would age.
Her speed would slow.
Her strength would fade.
What then?
Would she, too, sit at a table drowning in nostalgia for faded glory?
Then return to a society that had long since moved on, carrying nothing but injuries and confusion?
A chill crept up from her core.
Colder than a night spent submerged in icy water.
The next day, Ji Wushuang submitted an application for advanced training.
She didn’t know if it was the right choice.
But it was the only path she could see.
While awaiting approval, she was assigned one final mission.
A multinational counterterrorism operation.
The sensitive theater required coordination with allied forces.
Ji Wushuang’s "Ghost" team was tasked with infiltration, reconnaissance, and target confirmation—their specialty.
For over two weeks, they lurked in the sweltering, insect-infested jungle.
Like true ghosts, they mapped every defense of the enemy’s hideout.
Plotted multiple optimal assault routes.
Pinpointed the exact location of the target’s leader.
Everything was ready. Only the order to strike remained.
The night of the operation was moonless, the wind howling.
Ji Wushuang and her team had crept within 500 meters of the camp.
Through her night vision scope, she could see the relaxed faces of sentries smoking in their towers.
All waited for the signal to unleash the killing blow.
But the order that crackled through her earpiece was cold, absolute.
"Ghost team, stand down. Primary assault role rescinded."
"Why?" Ji Wushuang hissed.
"Joint Command’s directive," the voice on the channel replied tonelessly.
"Allied forces will lead the assault. You are reassigned to flank support. Weapons tight unless ordered."
Ji Wushuang understood instantly.
This was politics.
The division of credit. The calculus of diplomacy.
They—the scouts who’d risked their lives in the dark—were now bargaining chips on some negotiation table.
Minutes later, the so-called "allies" attacked.
Gunfire erupted, chaotic and undisciplined.
They didn’t even follow the intelligence provided by Ji Wushuang to infiltrate from the weakest point—instead, they chose a full-frontal assault.
The enemy camp erupted into chaos instantly.
The target, shielded by their personal guards, fled through a secret waterway at the rear of the camp, vanishing without a trace.
The entire operation turned into a complete farce.
The "Ghost" squad didn’t fire a single shot in the end.
They could only watch helplessly as the enemy effortlessly exploited the very escape route they had meticulously marked as critical.
Covered in mud and humiliation, they retreated to their temporary base.
The mission had failed.
Back at the barracks, Ji Wushuang was physically unharmed.
But her heart felt heavier and more exhausted than after any injury.
She requested leave and locked herself in her dorm.
Gao Feng visited her a few times.
He said nothing, simply sitting with her for long stretches.
This old soldier, who had spent a lifetime weathering the trials of military life, understood this kind of powerlessness all too well.
This wasn’t a defeat on the battlefield—it was a loss to forces beyond it.
That kind of frustration could shatter even the toughest warrior’s resolve.
A few days later, Gao Feng summoned her to his office.
"Wushuang."
He looked at her, his expression grave.
"I’ve temporarily held back your application for further studies."
Ji Wushuang froze.
"Why?"
"Because it might not be the right choice for you."
Gao Feng continued, "You are a blade forged for battle. Locking you away in a study would only let you rust."
"But—"
Gao Feng cut her off.
"Wushuang, read this first, then decide. If you still insist on further studies, I’ll respect your choice."
From his drawer, he pulled out a plain black envelope made of an unusual material—cold and metallic to the touch.
"What is this?" Ji Wushuang asked.
"An invitation."
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...
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
