I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Black columns of blood shot into the air like a volcanic eruption.

It splashed onto the faces of everyone who looked up.

The dragon lost control and plummeted to the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The woman in the red dress turned her head.

At some point, Chiyomiya Hanyu found himself standing in the blood-soaked mud.

Her long, jet-black hair flew wildly in the wind.

He held an astonishingly long pheasant knife in his hand.

The dark red light on the blade seemed to be borrowed from hell.

The pure white kimono was still damp with the moisture from the sacred spring.

And the blood of the previous S-class calamity.

She moved.

He swept past the woman in the red dress.

The pheasant blade left a dark red afterimage trailing behind it.

The blade sliced ​​down on the woman in the red dress’s neck.

His head was cleaved off.

It turned into countless drops of blood in mid-air and fell down.

Blood rained down on Yuzuru's fair and beautiful face.

It fell onto her blood-stained kimono.

She landed on the corpse of the skeletal dragon.

The knife tip pierced the still-beating heart.

It emerged from the dragon's back.

The spine, along with the entire skeletal framework, was shattered.

The entire battlefield fell silent for half a second.

Then a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

That wasn't a cheer.

It was the screams of survivors.

It was a sobbing wail.

A young soldier with a missing left arm used his right hand to replant the tattered flag on the battlefield.

The flags fluttered in the wind.

He stood beside the tattered flag.

The blood is still flowing on the battlefield.

They converged into countless dark red streams.

It flowed through the cracks in the mountains of corpses and piles of bones.

The rain started pouring down.

It washes over those eyes that didn't have time to close.

The blood that had accumulated inside the helmet rattled and sloshed around.

The military flag, burned to half its original size, still stood on the battlefield in the distance.

It drifts gently in the wind.

Gu Yan sat on the edge of the bed.

Slowly loosen your fingers on your knees.

My palms were sweaty.

He took a deep breath, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip.

Elena leaned back in the wicker chair.

I turned a page of the book in my hand.

"How is it?"

"Your potential girlfriend must be pretty impressive."

Gu Yan choked on the mouthful of water she had just drunk.

The night was deeper.

The forest outside the window shimmered with a silvery-white light under the moonlight.

The distant mountains are partially obscured by the clouds.

Yuzuru had already gone back to his room to rest.

Before leaving, I gently closed the door.

Tell Mr. Gu to get some rest as well.

Now only Gu Yan and Elena are left in the room.

Gu Yan leaned against the armrest of the sofa.

The light from the television screen flickered on his face.

The images of those battlefields are still swirling in my mind.

The skeletal dragon's bone wings blotted out the sky.

Blood lotus blossoms on the fingertips of the woman in the red dress.

The way the three old men looked back at the young soldier as they fell.

He was silent for a long time.

Only then did he finally ask the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"Can we win?"

Elena paused for a moment as she turned the pages of the book.

She raised her eyes.

The golden pupils gazed at him quietly for a moment in the dim light.

Then he gently shook his head.

"It's difficult."

"The Kuroshio Current is not the kind of war that you humans imagine can be won by simply piling on military strength."

"Its essence is the erosion of space."

"The calamities you are seeing now are just the vanguard that seeps in from the cracks."

"The true terror has not yet fully arrived due to the limitations imposed by the laws of space."

"And you have already defended the line to this extent."

She picked up the remote and changed the channel.

The screen no longer shows live battlefield footage.

Instead, it was a map showing a densely packed network of defenses.

Five global war zones.

Each war zone had nine lines of defense.

The first three are marked in red.

The Black Tide has already breached it.

The three lines in the middle are marked in orange.

It is a battlefield where fierce fighting is taking place.

The last three lines are marked in yellow.

It is humanity's last resort.

Next to the third line of defense in the Eastern Theater, the number of casualties was densely marked.

Those numbers are still constantly changing and updating.

"Nine lines of defense, the first three are gone."

"If we can't hold this line either, we'll have to retreat to the fourth line."

"Behind the fifth line of defense lies the human settlement."

"If the Kuroshio breaches the fifth line of defense."

"The whole of East Asia and Southeast Asia will fall."

"By then, the Eastern Theater Command will only have islands and the frozen ground in the far north to defend."

She paused.

His tone remained extremely calm and indifferent.

"You saw those three elderly people today too."

"Each of them represents the foundation of their respective countries' suppression of national destiny."

"It takes at least fifty years to cultivate such a veteran."

"He died on the battlefield just like that."

A lot has happened in the three years you've been gone.

She pressed the remote control again.

The screen switched to a news feature report.

The title uses a bolder, larger font.

Extraterrestrial material fell.

The Global Association of Superpowered Individuals has officially launched its "God-Making Project".

Gu Yan's gaze was fixed on those words.

"The days before you woke up."

"A meteorite fell in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."

"A joint international expedition has discovered a type of crystal never seen before inside the meteorite."

"Code name: Source Crystal".

"Source Crystals can resonate with the mental power of superhumans."

"To maximize the potential of supernatural abilities."

"But the conditions for such resonance are extremely demanding."

"Only superhumans with a mental strength rating of A or above are likely to be compatible with it."

"Therefore, the Global Superpowers Association launched a top-secret project."

"Creating gods".

"The goal is to cultivate a super combat force capable of fighting against a god-level calamity on its own."

Several photos appeared in the news footage.

The first picture is of a Western man's face.

Wearing a dark blue military uniform.

The stars on his shoulders gleamed under the lights.

Alexander Vasilyev.

Commander of the Russian Federation Icefield Commando Unit.

Code name: Extreme Winter.

The second person is a woman with dark skin.

Short hair, extremely sharp eyes.

The background shows the burning remains of the African savanna.

Amina Diallo.

Commander-in-Chief of the African Union Joint Defence Force.

Code name: Blazing Sun.

The third one was a young man.

He wore thin-rimmed glasses and looked very refined.

Carl Schmidt.

Chief Researcher at the German Institute for Extraordinary Abilities.

Code name: Sky Eye.

Then the scene changed.

Four photos appeared on the screen at the same time.

Gu Yan's fingers tightened suddenly on the sofa armrest.

Cecilia Chen.

The master of magnetism.

The core pillar of the North American theater defense line.

It once wiped out three Class A calamities in one fell swoop during the Battle of Vancouver with a magnetic storm.

Shen Youyao.

A person with a dual personality who has awakened.

Captain of the South American Theater Psychic Special Forces Team.

He is the only candidate in the God-Making Project who was assessed as having an immeasurable level of mental strength.

Fu Wanqing.

The current head of the Fu family of Daxia.

Cultivating both ancient martial arts and supernatural abilities.

Over the past three years, he has personally led the team to recapture seventeen key towns that had been occupied by the Kuroshio.

Fu Shiwei.

Princess of Windsor.

Grand Master of the Royal Knights of England.

It once single-handedly fought against three Class A Calamities over London and achieved zero casualties in the defense.

The anchor turned a page of the script.

A new list popped up on the screen.

Global combat power rankings.

The evaluation is based on a comprehensive assessment of multiple dimensions, including combat performance, number of Calamity kills, and ability strength.

The following are the top fifteen.