Courtyard House: I Have Countless Bodyguards

[System space is now open. New player gift packs have been sent to your system. Please check your system.]

Suppressing the cheers that almost burst from his mouth, Liu Jianguo, drawing on his experience from reading novels, concentrated and silently chanted in his mind, "Open the newbie gift pack!"

[New player gift pack is now available...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained: Body Enhancement Potion x1! (Valid for 3 days)]

[Note: After injection, it can perfectly repair all hidden injuries and chronic illnesses in the host's body, eliminate harmful substances, and optimize and enhance bodily functions to ten times the peak of a normal human. The effects are gentle and have no side effects.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Portable Eco-World x1!]

[Description: A miniature space independent of the main world, containing ten acres of extremely fertile black soil and a spiritual spring with a slight effect of accelerating growth and restoring vitality. Within this miniature world, all plants grow ten times faster than under natural external conditions, and their quality is superior. The host can enter with their consciousness or physical body, and can engage in planting and breeding. The miniature world is bound to the host's soul, ensuring absolute safety.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 2 absolutely loyal assassins!]

[Note: These assassins are system-generated and absolutely loyal to their host, never betraying them. The host can summon them at any time, and the system will assign them a suitable identity within this world (the identity background can be chosen, such as: retired comrade, descendant of a comrade, distant relative, etc.). The assassins possess strong comprehensive abilities (combat, reconnaissance, basic skills, etc.).]

A tremendous surge of joy swept through his body like an electric current, causing him to tremble uncontrollably! Enhanced body! Personal space! Absolutely loyal subordinates!

In the 1950s, when resources were extremely scarce and many places couldn't even get enough to eat, these three things were all priceless! Especially that little world that could make plants grow ten times faster—it was simply a super artifact that could solve the problem of food and clothing and create the future!

There were also two absolutely loyal bodyguards, who were the perfect helpers in this era of complicated interpersonal relationships and emphasis on social class!

I've struck gold! This time I've really struck gold! The body-enhancing potion is perfect for healing my injuries! The small world... grows at ten times the speed! What does this mean?

This means I'll never have to worry about going hungry again, and I can even... have loyal followers. Absolute loyalty! That's so important! With these, what do I have to fear in this era?

However, after the initial euphoria, calm quickly returned.

He immediately realized a crucial problem: such extraordinary abilities were too conspicuous in the disciplined, collectivist military compound, making it impossible to use them freely.

For example, if you suddenly produce food from a small world, how do you explain its origin? If you summon assassins, how do you assign them identities?

No, there are too many rules in the military, and too many informants. If we're not careful, this could cause a lot of trouble.

They must leave, they must change careers. Only when they arrive in a new place, with a relatively free identity and independent living space, can these golden touches exert their greatest value without anyone noticing.

Yes! To change careers! But... what reason could I give? Wouldn't it seem too strange for a combat hero to voluntarily request to change careers?

Just as he was pondering his future with great excitement, he heard steady footsteps approaching from outside the ward, sounding like more than one person.

The door opened again, and the young nurse led in a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a slightly worn military uniform (without collar or armband insignia), wearing black-rimmed glasses, and possessing a calm and refined demeanor. This leader had an air of righteousness about him, but his eyes now held more concern.

"Comrade Jianguo! You've finally woken up!"

The leader walked quickly to the bedside, a gentle and gratified smile on his face. He carefully examined Liu Jianguo's complexion and gently squeezed his hand that was sticking out of the blanket.

"Good, good, your complexion is much better than a few days ago, and your eyes are brighter! It seems our hospital staff have taken good care of you! However, being unconscious for seven days and relying entirely on IV fluids must have severely depleted your body. You must rest well and get plenty of nutrition from now on!"

The leader's concern was sincere and earnest. However, his tone quickly shifted, the smile fading and replaced by a heavy expression and undisguised regret. He pulled up a stool beside the bed, leaned forward slightly, and his tone became serious:

"Comrade Jianguo, you are a combat hero of our army, who has made outstanding contributions to the country and the people. The organization cares about you very much. Every surgery you have had has been performed by the best experts in the hospital. It seems that your life is no longer in danger, which is a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune. But..."

He paused, seemingly considering his words, and looked at Liu Jianguo with a serious expression before finally speaking frankly:

"After a comprehensive examination and repeated consultations by our hospital's expert team, there is a situation we must seriously and truthfully inform you of. Although the shrapnel near your heart has been successfully removed, the damage it caused... is quite serious, leaving irreversible sequelae."

For your safety and to avoid any potential accidents, we have reached a consensus that you... may no longer be able to withstand high-intensity military training, strenuous physical activity, or any behavior that could put excessive strain on your heart. This means... you may no longer be able to remain in frontline combat units.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianguo's heart skipped a beat—this body indeed harbored serious hidden dangers.

But then, a huge, indescribable sense of relief and elation surged into my heart; it was as if someone had delivered a pillow just as I was dozing off.

He was struggling to find a perfect, reasonable, and unsuspecting reason to request a transfer, when the organization presented him with one directly! Moreover, this reason was so sufficient and legitimate, perfectly matching his "combat hero" persona, and could even win him the organization's sympathy and better resettlement conditions!

Heaven is on my side! It's like my wish has come true! Changing careers due to injury is perfectly legitimate, and nobody can say a word against it! That's wonderful!

He immediately mustered all his energy and tried his best to express the appropriate emotions on his face.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, his pupils dilated slightly, revealing extreme shock and disbelief, and his lips began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

His gaze was blank as he stared at the white wall, seemingly unable to process the cruel news. For a long time, he didn't utter a single word. This silent, almost desperate reaction conveyed more than any cry or shout the immense blow a hardened soldier would suffer upon suddenly learning that his military career might be over.