The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Two hours later.

Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau, underground conference room.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Four elderly men sat around the long conference table, exuding an air of authority without being angry.

Chi Zhengyang stood opposite the four people, his back straight, not intimidated by their aura at all.

The five elders were all gathered at this moment.

"Nonsense!"

A loud shout shattered the silence.

Old Qian slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups tremble violently.

He had a fiery temper, gray hair, but was still vigorous, with wide-open, tiger-like eyes staring intently at Chi Zhengyang.

"Take away the top soldiers from each military region to play games?"

"Old Chi, have you lost your mind?"

"Those are 980 elite soldiers! Not 980 internet addicts!"

"They are the nation's sharpest swords, and you're using them to chop wood?"

"Are you crazy? Or is something wrong with you?"

Sitting opposite Mr. Qian, Mr. Wei pushed up his glasses. Although his tone was gentle, it was still tinged with doubt.

"Old Chi, although we trust your judgment."

"But this is truly unbelievable."

"Is that game really that fun? Is it really worth investing so much in?"

Old Wu, who hadn't spoken a word, simply looked at the report in his hand with a slight frown.

And at the very head of the conference table.

An elderly man in a wheelchair is sitting there.

Anlao.

He was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit with a thin blanket covering his legs.

Those legs had their nerves shattered by shrapnel thirty years ago, and they had never been able to stand up since.

Old An did not speak.

She simply looked at Chi Zhengyang with those weathered eyes.

That gaze was more intimidating than Qian Lao's roar.

Chi Zhengyang took a deep breath.

"I've already said, I'm not crazy, and I'm not joking."

"That world is real."

"Everything I do is for the future of the Dragon Kingdom."

"What a load of rubbish about the future!" Old Qian scoffed. "Do you really think we old folks are fools?"

"A future world? If such a future world really existed, I..."

Old Qian glanced around, finally fixing his gaze on the water glass in front of him, and roared, "If what you're saying is true, I'll eat this glass!"

Chi Zhengyang was about to explain.

Sudden.

The air in the conference room suddenly distorted.

It's like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.

A faint white light suddenly appeared in front of Chi Zhengyang.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

Old Qian swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

The light dissipated.

A red vial floated in mid-air and slowly fell.

It landed right in Chi Zhengyang's palm.

There was a crumpled sticky note stuck to the test tube.

Above is Lin Mo's flamboyant handwriting:

[Old Chi, the teleportation fee is too expensive!]

This thing only costs 5 Source Crystals, but the teleportation fee is a whopping 500 Source Crystals!

That's a full one hundred times!

[I can only send this one source crystal at a time.]

Keep this for now; I'll give you more when I have more money.

Chi Zhengyang looked at the thing in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

This thing came at the perfect time.

Chi Zhengyang gripped the warm medicine and looked up at the five elders.

"This is the evidence!"

He strode toward the elderly man.

Old Qian's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up: "What are you trying to do?"

But he instantly understood Chi Zhengyang's thoughts: "You want to experiment on Lao An with this kind of thing of dubious origin?"

"Absolutely not!"

Old Man An raised his hand and waved it gently.

This quelled the crowd's agitation.

He looked at Chi Zhengyang, his voice aged yet steady.

"Zhengyang, are you confident?"

Chi Zhengyang stopped in front of the wheelchair, squatted down, and nodded heavily, his gaze level with Old Man An's.

"It's a miracle that it even exists here."

Old An stared into Chi Zhengyang's eyes for three seconds.

Then he smiled.

That smile carried a detached indifference, as if one had seen through life and death.

"Then let's give it a try."

"Anyway, I'm an old man who's been in a wheelchair for thirty years, so I'm not afraid of anything anymore."

"And I've had enough of living."

"Old An!" Old Wei exclaimed from the side.

Old Master An waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more.

Chi Zhengyang no longer hesitated.

He removed the soft plug from the syringe.

A faint, pleasant fragrance instantly filled the entire conference room.

That's the taste of life.

Just one whiff of it is enough to invigorate you.

Old Qian sniffed, and the anger on his face froze.

Chi Zhengyang rolled up Old An's trouser leg.

Those were legs that had shriveled up to just skin and bones.

Because of prolonged use of a wheelchair, his muscles had already atrophied.

It's heartbreaking to see.

Needle insertion.

The red liquid was slowly pushed into Old Man An's body.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Old Man An's legs.

Sudden.

Old Master An's brows furrowed sharply.

His hands, which were resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, suddenly gripped tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Well......"

A suppressed groan escaped his throat.

"Old An!" Old Qian cried out anxiously, about to rush over.

"Don't move!"

Chi Zhengyang shouted and pressed down hard on the wheelchair.

"This is the medicine working!"

On Old Man An's withered legs, it looked as if countless tiny mice were crawling under his skin.

That's muscle regeneration.

The nerves are reconnecting.

The vitality that had been severed for thirty years erupted wildly at this moment.

Click!

A crisp sound.

That's the sound of bones growing.

Old An's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

That kind of light is called hope.

The pain gradually subsided.

Instead, an unprecedented warm current flowed through the air.

Old An loosened his grip on the handrail.

He looked down at his legs.

I tentatively moved my toes.

Moved.

The big toe, which had been numb for thirty years, twitched slightly.

Old An was startled.

Tears streamed down his face.

He took a deep breath and braced himself on the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

"Old An, you..." Old Wei's voice trembled.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Old Man An exerted force with both arms.

Those legs, which had once been deemed permanently disabled, were now firmly planted on the ground.

Little by little.

Trembling, yet resolute.

He slowly straightened his hunched body.

until.

Stand upright.

This moment.

Time seemed to stand still in the conference room.

Old Qian's mouth dropped open, and his eyes nearly popped out.

Old Wei's glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose.

Even the usually expressionless Elder Wu dropped his pen on the table with a "thud".

Old An stood there.

Although his body was still trembling slightly, he was indeed standing.

No cane is needed.

No assistance is needed.

Like an old pine tree that has weathered storms and yet has been reborn.

He looked up at the sunlight streaming in through the window, tears streaming down his aged face.

"real......"

"It's true... old friends, I've really stood up!"

Chi Zhengyang stood aside, watching this breathtaking scene, and finally a relieved smile appeared on his lips.