Gao Wu: After holding back for eighteen years, my words are divine.

"Whoa!"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up, and he whistled.

"This kid's got good looks! Those sharp eyebrows and bright eyes are just as good-looking as I was in my youth!"

Wan Changzheng, who was pouring tea nearby, trembled upon hearing this, and his eyelids twitched.

"Xiao Zhao, you should know your place."

"Do you remember at the personnel selection meeting, everyone mistook you, the chief of staff, for a special forces captain?"

"Look how dark you are, you can even compare to those Mexicans in the UK who have their own camouflage at night."

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Yan blushed and scratched his head.

"Sir, what are you saying..."

"It's just chatting, don't reopen old wounds~ We weren't fully grown up back then, were we?"

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense."

Wan Changzheng waved his hand impatiently and put the teacup on the table:

"I've been waiting for you to wake up so we can analyze this S-rank file together. Stop dawdling and get to the point!"

"Yes, sir, I'll take a look right away!"

Zhao Yan dropped his playful grin and looked down at the bloodline concentration data below the photo.

However, the next second.

He was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

He pressed his face almost against the document, carefully counting the decimal point.

Wan Changzheng picked up his teacup and glanced at him.

"What's wrong? Did you sleep too long and your eyes are blurry? Do you want me to get you a set of reading glasses from the logistics department?"

As he spoke, he took a sip of hot tea, savoring the bittersweet aftertaste.

"No... Commander..."

Zhao Yan straightened up, pointed at the number on the document, and looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"This information is wrong! Have those old guys in the think tank lost their minds again?"

"Hey, kid, stop picking on those think tanks, okay? They're the authorities!"

Wan Changzheng shook his head and put down his teacup.

"Maybe you're just seeing things incorrectly."

"The data cannot be wrong; it was sent after being verified by the central authorities."

"But Commander..."

Zhao Yan pointed to the line of red data, his voice trembling.

"This 99.9% concentration... are you sure you didn't mistype the decimal point?!"

puff! ! !

The mouthful of fine tea that Wan Changzheng had just taken a sip of turned into a spray that he immediately spat out.

"How many?!"

Wan Changzheng, without even wiping his mouth, snatched the document.

[File Number]: BH-001

[Bloodline Origin]: Dragon Clan - Unknown

[Bloodstream Concentration]: 99.9%

[Analysis]: This person possesses an extremely high concentration of dragon bloodline genes, making them almost perfect!

However, due to the excessively high concentration, it is impossible to determine which branch of the dragon race it belongs to or its level of danger; therefore, it is tentatively classified as Level S.

[Personal Information]: Lost (due to data corruption).

[Specimen belongs to the laboratory]: Southern Theater Command Research Institute.

After arriving at the border between the Canglan Continent and the polar ice field, the group was suspected of being attacked by an unknown dragon species, resulting in the death of all its members.

The subsequent data was brought back by the Tiger-level squad "Storm" from the Ninth Base of the local Huaxia Kingdom.

"99.9%..."

Wan Chang's expression became more serious than ever before.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know what this means?"

Zhao Yan swallowed, nodded, then shook his head.

He opened the appendix to the file, which contained the latest research findings of the Chinese nation on the "Desolate Realm Dragon Clan".

That was a completely new bloodline theory that was simplified and streamlined.

"According to the latest research, all dragon bloodlines in the Wilderness Realm are no longer further subdivided into complex subspecies origins."

"They...all originated from that legendary supreme being, the Dragon God."

Zhao Yan pointed to the analytical diagram on the document, his voice low.

"All dragons, whether they are the red dragons that rule the skies, the earth dragons that are the kings of the land, or even the wyverns that dominate the polar ice fields..."

"Their lineage all points to the same 'god'."

"The so-called gene concentration refers not only to the purity of one's bloodline, but also to the degree of closeness to that 'Dragon God'!"

"The higher the concentration, the closer his genetic code is to that progenitor!"

"Humans are different; the bloodline we possess determines the strength of our superpowers."

"This concentration..."

Zhao Yan looked at that number and felt a chill run down his spine:

"This isn't just atavism anymore..."

"This is practically the reincarnation of the Dragon God himself! Or perhaps his direct descendant!"

Wan Changzheng nodded, his gaze falling on the last remaining section of the file...

The documented information regarding the power of the [Dragon God] is vague.

There are no fancy descriptions of magic, no lengthy hymns.

Only one short sentence

Born to fight, never to rest until death, adapting to everything, evolving for all life.

"Born for war...evolving into all things..."

Wan Changzheng muttered to himself.

"This explains why the dragon race is so special."

"Their minimum strength is extremely high; most branches of the dragon race can easily defeat other races."

"Especially eerie things are their natural nemesis."

"But their upper limit is ridiculously high, seemingly without end!"

"As long as I don't die, as long as I keep adapting in battle!"

"Through continuous evolution, they can eventually grow into beings comparable to gods through 'bloodline leap'!"

At this point, Wan Changzheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Yan.

"Xiao Zhao, what do you say..."

"This young man, possessing such an terrifying concentration of bloodline power, what kind of superpower will he awaken?"

Zhao Yan adjusted his glasses and analyzed the situation seriously.

"If it is 20%-50% of ordinary dragon bloodline, most of them will awaken A-level superpowers such as dragon transformation."

"But having too low a bloodline can have side effects. We had an A-grade dragon bloodline here before, with a purity of 30%."

"Later, because it forcibly grew wings, it turned into a red dragon. Fortunately, it was dealt with in time, otherwise the entire base would have been in trouble."

"And when it comes to the 99.9% level..."

Zhao Yan took a deep breath and offered a bold prediction:

"Conventional superpowers are no longer suitable for this body."

"What he awakened will most likely be a [Sequence] level ability that touches upon the rules!"

"It might even be... one of the top ten 'Divine Authority'!"

"sequence…"

Upon hearing these two words, Wan Changzheng's face lit up with a smile of relief and even ecstasy.

"Okay! Okay!"

"God bless China!"

Wan Changzheng paced back and forth in the hall, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"There was that 'No Need to Say More' who topped the charts, and it seems he has mastered some kind of powerful rule-based killing method."

"And then there's this 'Dragon God's Son,' with a bloodline concentration of 99.9%, destined to awaken a sequence ability!"

"Our nation, China, is truly about to take off this time!"

"As long as we can find these two people, protect them, and nurture them... how can we not gain a foothold in this desolate land?!"

Zhao Yan also laughed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

"Yes, sir, this is double the joy! It seems that this nationwide time travel isn't all bad for us after all."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they could already see the future of China, with its two stars shining brightly, standing at the top of the world.

however.

What they didn't know was...

These so-called twin stars are actually the same person.

Moreover, that so-called "sequence ability" was just one of his minor skills.

Just as the two were immersed in their wonderful daydreams.

boom!

The door to the top-secret archives was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Lian rushed in, holding a newly declassified urgent telegram, breaking the cheerful atmosphere in the room.

"Commander, Staff Officer Zhao."

Shen Lian didn't even bother to salute.

"Don't be too happy yet... Something's happened, but it could also be a good thing."

"What's wrong?"

Wan Changzheng's smile faded, and his stern expression returned.

Shen Lian handed over the telegram and said in a deep voice:

"This is the latest intelligence sent back by Storm Squad of the Ninth Base."

"Deep in the polar ice caps, on the edge of that forbidden zone shrouded in mist, they discovered an ancient ruin."

"Based on the initial deciphering by experts..."

"The above content is about the [Dragon God]."

"And...it seems to have mentioned the 'legacy' it left to posterity."