A fat man who was reborn from the dead? He transforms into a perfect male god in a week.

South Heaven Gate.

The six mechs have been arrayed for three days.

Kuafu, Xingtian, Yinglong, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Houyi, six hundred-zhang-tall steel deities, stand silently on both sides of the Heavenly Gate, like six moving mountains.

Major General Zhang stood on the command platform, holding a stack of documents in his hand, which were slightly crumpled.

On the screen behind him, a red-headed document that had just been issued by the Central Military Commission was scrolling.

The file title is very short.

"Notice on the full deployment of standard mechs and individual combat armor".

"Fully equipped."

Major General Zhang read those four words aloud, his voice a little dry.

He turned and glanced at Minister Chen beside him.

Minister Chen was staring at the screen, looking somewhat dazed.

"Old Chen."

"Um?"

"When you say 'fully equipped,' do you mean that 'fully'?"

Minister Chen did not answer.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, then remembered that he couldn't smoke in the command post, so he put the cigarette back.

"It's that comprehensiveness."

"The entire army?"

"The entire army."

"Including logistics?"

"Including logistics."

Major General Zhang paused for a moment.

He recalled the first time he saw the standard combat armor being deployed to the pilot battalion at the test firing range six months ago.

One battalion, three hundred sets.

At that time, he felt that "this war is impossible to fight".

It's not that they can't beat Tokyo University.

They couldn't fight against the enemies at Tokyo University.

At that time, he even made a bet with Colonel Qian, saying that it would take at least five years to fully equip the troops.

Colonel Qian said he was too optimistic.

In retrospect, both of them were too conservative.

"Five years reduced to half a year," Major General Zhang muttered to himself.

"From six months to three days," Minister Chen added.

The two looked at each other and then remained silent.

……

at the same time.

A training base on the outskirts of Beijing.

Colonel Qian stood on the reviewing stand, holding a telescope with the lens pointed at the distant firing range.

The first military-wide standard mech training exercise is underway at the firing range.

It's not the kind of performance where a few soldiers are called out and they strike a few poses for the leaders to see.

It was a full-scale, real-world drill.

A combined arms brigade, with all members equipped with standard mechs.

Through the telescope, hundreds of standard mechs, each three meters tall, were lined up in a square formation, so neatly arranged it looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Each one is uniformly jet black, with a dark gold dragon pattern on its chest.

That was something Jiang Chen added casually while drawing.

He told Engineer Liu, "Add something to make it look better."

Engineer Liu asked what to add.

Jiang Chen said, "Let's talk about dragons."

Thus, the dragon pattern came into being.

Colonel Qian was unaware of this origin.

All he knew was that the dark gold dragon pattern paired with the jet-black armor created an indescribable sense of oppression.

"It's suffocating." He put down his binoculars and said to Colonel Sun beside him.

Colonel Sun did not put down his binoculars.

He's still watching.

"Old Qian, do you think we would have even considered this three years ago?"

"I dare not even think about it."

"Three years ago, we had to use even one fifth-generation fighter jet that could fly sparingly."

"Now everyone's in mechs." Colonel Qian handed him the binoculars.

"All personnel are in mechs."

……

The drill begins.

First, there were the motorized subjects.

Hundreds of mechs started up at the same time, and the ground beneath their feet shook.

Then comes the unified advancement.

The speed wasn't fast, but the movements were neat.

Hundreds of three-meter-tall steel giants strode forward, the ground trembling slightly with each step.

The expressions of the foreign military observers on the reviewing stand all changed.

One of the observers from the United States instinctively took a half step back, but then realized he had lost his composure and stood up abruptly, putting his hands behind his back.

Colonel Qian noticed his actions but said nothing.

He simply added a line to that person's mind.

"Stop retreating, it's no use retreating to the ends of the earth."

……

The maneuvering exercise is followed by the attack exercise.

The weapon systems of standard mechs are uniformly configured.

Each one is equipped with a small laser cannon and a kinetic strike module.

The laser cannon is a simplified version of the picture Jiang Chen drew last year.

The kinetic strike module is a technology transplanted from the Great Sage armor.

Its power is certainly not comparable to that of the Great Sage.

But the sheer volume of it is overwhelming.

Hundreds of laser cannons were simultaneously aimed at the hilltop of the firing range.

The commander gave the order.

Hundreds of white beams shot out simultaneously.

The hilltop is gone.

It didn't collapse.

It's gone.

Colonel Qian paused for a moment while holding the binoculars.

He just saw that the mountain peak was still there.

Now that spot is just a scorched earth.

"..."

He put down the binoculars, took off his glasses to wipe them, and put them back on to look again.

That scorched earth is still there.

The foreign military observers standing nearby were speechless.

The observer from the United States turned from white to ashen.

He subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist, then thought the action was incredibly stupid.

A sidearm?

What's the point of carrying a gun?

He turned and walked towards the back of the viewing platform, but after taking two steps he stopped and returned to his original position.

He didn't know where he should stand.

Colonel Qian glanced at him, and this time he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

……

The debriefing session follows the drill.

Colonel Qian stepped to the front of the stage.

Hundreds of mech pilots lined up below.

There was something indescribable on the faces of those drivers.

It wasn't excitement.

It is calm.

A calm of "this is how we should be".

As Colonel Qian looked at those faces, he suddenly thought of Jiang Chen.

He recalled the first time he met Jiang Chen; the young man had the same expression.

Everything is taken for granted.

"Comrades," Colonel Qian began.

"All results in today's drill were excellent."

"But I won't talk about grades today."

He paused for a moment.

"I want to say something today."

"This was said by Academician Jiang."

He said, "This battle is unwinnable; that was a statement he made to the enemy."

There was a moment of silence below.

Then a low laugh broke out.

That smile held a mix of pride and a touch of embarrassment.

Because everyone knows that this is true.

Colonel Qian looked at those laughing and laughed too.

He recalled the first time he tried on the prototype of the armor three years ago.

Back then, they were incredibly bulky, taking half an hour to put on, and leaving you exhausted afterward.

What now?

A new recruit can get the hang of things in three days of training.

Wearing time?

two seconds.

It combines offense and defense, laser kinetic energy, and can fly, run, and dive.

When Colonel Qian first put on the mass-produced version, he was stunned for a long time.

He told Colonel Sun, "Old Sun, this battle is no longer viable."

Colonel Sun said, "We can't fight the enemy."

At the time, the two thought this was their peak.

I understand now.

What is the concept of peak?

The peak is when you stand on it and find that there is still a road ahead, but that road does not lead to a higher mountain, but to the stars.

……

When the exercise report was sent to the Central Military Commission, an assessment was attached.

The assessment conclusion was very short.

"Dongda's military strength has reached the pinnacle of Earth."

"No rivals."

"No threat."

Major General Zhang looked at the assessment and remained silent for a long time.

He picked up his pen and added three words after "no rival".

"No opponents at the moment."

I stared at those three words for a few seconds.

Then it was crossed out again.

He thought about it and decided to change it back.

"No rivals."

He wrote it.

Then, after thinking about it again, I added a small line of text.

"No rivals in the foreseeable future."

He put down his pen.

Minister Chen watched from the side without saying a word.

Major General Zhang turned to look at him.

"Old Chen, do you think this wording is accurate?"

"allow."

"Isn't it too full?"

"No," Minister Chen said.

"In the past, when we wrote reports, we always said, 'The gap is narrowing.'"

"Right now, when we're writing this report, we're 'unrivaled.'"

"This isn't because we've gotten too cocky."

"The facts speak for themselves."

Major General Zhang nodded.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out towards the firing range after the drills.

The scorched earth in the distance is still smoking.

"You mean that kid Jiang Chen?" Major General Zhang suddenly asked, "What's he after?"

Minister Chen was taken aback.

What's the point?

"He doesn't lack money; his group is worth trillions."

He has no shortage of fame; the whole world calls him "God of Rivers."

"He doesn't care about power; when have you ever seen him care about official positions?"

"What's in it for him?"

Minister Chen thought for a moment.

"Is the University of Tokyo... better?"

Major General Zhang remained silent.

He stared at the scorched earth outside the window for a long time.

"Maybe."

He concluded by saying...

"Perhaps Dongda University is better."

……

When the news reached Jiang Chen, he was drawing in Workshop No. 3 of the research institute.

The voice of the Tang Dynasty echoed in my mind.

[Host, the military exercises are complete, and the assessment report is out. The conclusion is "Blue Star is invincible."]

Jiang Chen didn't look up.

"Um."

The host's standard mech design has been classified as a top military secret.

"Um."

The public reaction has been strong, and related discussions have become a trending topic.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, his pen still in his hand.

What's trending?

[#Dongda Military Strength Reaches the Top#, First Place.]

[#BlueStarIsInvincible#, Third Place.]

[#Unapproachable#, number five.]

Jiang Chen glanced at the last entry.

"Can't afford to offend them?"

Yes. This is a frequently commented phrase by overseas netizens.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.

He continued drawing.

After drawing for a while, he suddenly stopped.

"The Great Tang Dynasty."

【exist. 】

"Are these mechs enough?"

Da Tang was silent for a moment.

[Host, based on Earth's current military capabilities, this standard mech design is at least fifty years ahead of its time.]

[Sufficient.]

Jiang Chen nodded.

"That's fine then."

He continued drawing.

The drawing depicts the improvement plan for the next batch of mechs.

Da Tang remained silent.

It knows that when the host says "enough," it often means that the next version is already on its way.

Sufficient is never the ultimate goal.

That was the passing grade Jiang Chen set for himself.

Above the passing grade, he is always striving to improve.

……

Old Zhao, on the other hand, wasn't so calm.

His office phone started ringing at eight in the morning and continued until noon.

They're all from overseas.

The EU, the beacon of light, the mountain bird country, the kimchi country, and a few other small countries whose names he couldn't recall.

The wording varies.

But the core meaning is basically the same.

"Can I buy it?"

"Could we cooperate on production?"

"Can the technology be transferred?"

Old Zhao accepted the first three offers, but he became too lazy to accept the fourth and subsequent offers.

He instructed his secretary to deflect the criticism and give a uniform reply.

The secretary asked, "When will the queue end?"

Old Zhao thought about it.

"Wait until they shrink the application to less than one page."

The secretary paused for a moment, then wrote it down and left.

Old Zhao leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

His desk was piled high with letters from various countries that had arrived that morning.

The thickest document was from the European Union, and it was several pages long.

Old Zhao picked up the letter and weighed it in his hand.

"And it's so long."

He put it back in the filing cabinet, along with the previous batch.

The filing cabinet is almost full.

He plans to buy another cabinet tomorrow.

……

Li Mo's side was even more direct.

He created a data statistics table and sent it to Jiang Chen's phone.

"Today's total international inquiries: 67 formal letters, 312 emails, and no telephone calls available."

"Of those inquiring about the procurement of standard mechs, 82% were."

"Inquiries about technology transfer accounted for 11%."

"The remaining 7% are those who are criticizing us."

Jiang Chen glanced at the last item.

"What are you cursing about?"

Li Mo replied, "They're insulting us because they won't sell."

Jiang Chen did not reply.

A while later, Li Mo posted another message.

"The insults were quite harsh."

"But they'll still queue up after they've finished cursing."

Jiang Chen replied with two words.

"reality."

Looking at those two words, Li Mo felt that his speaking style was becoming more and more like Jiang Chen's.

He didn't know whether to be happy or scared.

……

Chen Xiaopang saw the trending topic on social media while watching the Lingxiao Palace cafeteria.

He was eating an apple at the time.

When I saw the hashtag #BlueStarInvincible#, Apple almost choked.

"Holy shit."

He sent a message to Hao Yingjun.

Have you seen the trending topics?

Hao Yingjun replied instantly.

"I saw it."

"Blue Star is invincible."

"Invincible."

"What do you think we are now?"

"So...number one on Earth?"

"more than."

Chen Xiaopang is typing.

"We are number one on Earth, and there is no second place."

Hao Yingjun remained silent for a few seconds.

"That's a harsh truth."

Whose heart is being pierced?

"To pierce the hearts of everyone else on Earth."

Chen Xiaopang chuckled.

He scrolled through the trending topics again.

The comments under the hashtag #Can'tAreAreYouAfraidToMessWith# are all from foreign netizens.

I randomly clicked on a few.

"We can't afford to offend them, we really can't afford to offend them."

"I used to think that the United States was untouchable, but now I realize that even the United States has to wait in line for the University of Tokyo."

"Whether or not you get a number to queue depends on whether the University of Tokyo will give you one."

"Before, it was about lockdowns; now it's about queues. This is a true game-changer."

"I'm speechless."

"Jiang Shen has re-ranked the military strength of Blue Star. Dongda University is in first place, and the second place is vacant."

When Chen Xiaopang saw the last message, he put down his phone and leaned back in his chair.

He recalled the night three years ago when the three of them in the dormitory watched "Iron Man".

He said "Holy crap, awesome!" at the time.

Jiang Chen was looking at his phone, not even looking up.

At that time, he thought Jiang Chen was boring.

Now he understands.

Jiang Chen wasn't uninterested.

Jiang Chen was thinking about how to build that thing.

And it's not just one.

There are millions.

One for each person.

It covered the entire army.

Chen Xiaopang looked up at the cafeteria ceiling and sighed.

"Versailles this season."

He was talking to himself.

My roommate built millions of Iron Man figures.

"Then he told me it was enough."

The technician next to him glanced at him.

"Brother Chen, what did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Chen Xiaopang put his phone back in his pocket and stood up.

"I checked the warehouse records."

He walked out of the cafeteria.

I paused briefly as I passed the panoramic porthole.

The blue star outside the window still hangs quietly.

But he knew that from this day forward, no one on that blue planet would dare to say a single "no" to Dongda.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It's because we can't afford to offend them.

They're truly not to be trifled with.