We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

The first video is of the outside of the castle.

The young man in flip-flops strolled leisurely amidst the metallic storm emanating from dozens of heavy machine gun turrets.

The bullets only struck his body, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Then, he pulled out a six-barreled Gatling gun that was taller than him and used a thick blue flame to blow up all the turrets one by one, turning them into fireworks.

The second video is taken by the moat.

Dozens of bio-engineered giant crocodiles, as large as armored vehicles and with bone armor capable of withstanding artillery shells, were charged in by him with his bare hands, one punch and one kick, and a whole group of them.

One of the monsters, weighing several tons, was kicked dozens of meters into the air, a scene so absurd it looked like a third-rate special effects movie.

The third video is inside the castle.

He alone, carrying more than a dozen RPGs, fought against the entire castle's garrison.

He treated each rocket like a free firework, blasting a gentle slope into the sturdy city wall.

The last part, and the one that made everyone's heart stop, was the most heart-stopping.

In the dimly lit corridor, the "Yaksha" squad, known as the "perfect killing machine," surrounded him.

Then, a white shockwave exploded beneath the young man's feet, and he transformed into an elusive afterimage, dismantling the twelve monsters—men that even top agents feared—in less than thirty seconds into a pile of parts with his bare hands.

That's the end of the video.

The comments section went completely crazy.

[Siberian Wolf]: I hereby announce that, effective today, I am retiring from the mercenary world and returning home to raise huskies. This world is too crazy; even huskies are safer than clients.

[Snake Eyes]: I sent my Barrett back to the manufacturer overnight. I told them that the scope had a quality problem and that what I was seeing was not scientifically accurate.

[Black Widow]: Stop talking, sister. I'm going to get plastic surgery and then marry an honest man. What mission, what bounty, is more important than staying alive?

Panic, like a virus, spread through the internet to every dark corner of the world.

Those top assassins and mercenary titans who usually pontificated and boasted about their achievements on the forums were now as if their internet cables had been pulled, posting announcements that they were retiring indefinitely.

Are you kidding me!

In this era where monsters that can kick tanks away and whose bodies can break the sound barrier are still active, going out to take orders isn't called making money; it's called making up the difference in your pension.

Immediately afterwards, the Dark Web official issued another emergency notice.

Final Decision Regarding the Adjustment of Access to the File Codenamed "Shura"

The announcement was extremely brief.

First, the personal file codenamed "Shura" will be permanently sealed in the highest-level "Forbidden Box".

Second, any user who attempts to access this file must pay a $100,000 "suicide fee" and will only be able to see three words.

Invincible.

At that moment, everyone understood.

The name "Shura" is no longer just a code name, but a rule, an absolute natural law that transcends all dark forces.

From the secret meeting room of a New York Mafia family to the tatami room of a Tokyo Yakuza organization, and then to the drug cartel headquarters in the Golden Triangle.

Top-secret documents bearing the same photo of a young man were distributed to every member of the organization overnight.

The photo shows an Asian youth wearing flip-flops and carrying a huge red, white, and blue woven bag.

There is only one command, marked in blood-red font:

"Remember this face! Remember this bag!"

"At any time, in any place, if you encounter this person, you must disappear from his sight within three seconds, by any means necessary!"

"If a conflict occurs, don't report it, just commit suicide. The organization will give your family double the compensation!"

The name Asura became the sole true god who suppressed the entire dark age.

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Dubai International Airport, Terminal 3, Economy Class security checkpoint.

"We made it."

Lin Ye stood in the crowd, holding a red, white and blue woven bag with distinctive Chinese characteristics in one hand, and gently pinching the slightly wrinkled boarding pass in the other.

Shorts, tattered T-shirt, flip-flops.

Passengers passing by all looked at his peculiar attire with the same curiosity one would give a migrant worker from the countryside.

Lin Ye didn't care at all. Carrying his empty snakeskin bag, he slowly walked towards the security checkpoint with the crowded flow of people.

He was just an ordinary college student who was about to return to China for university after his summer vacation.

At the very moment Lin Ye handed his passport and boarding pass to the security personnel.

Dragon Kingdom, capital city, underground command center.

"Locked! His flight information has been locked!" A technician jumped up from his chair, his voice trembling with excitement.

Chief Li and his staff immediately surrounded them.

On the screen, several lines of information were quickly displayed.

[China Eastern Airlines, Flight XXXX]

Departure point: Dubai International Airport

[Destination: Dragon Kingdom, Jiangcheng International Airport]

Passenger Information: Lin Ye, male, 18 years old

"Good! Good! Good!"

An uncontrollable surge of joy instantly welled up on Chief Li's weathered face.

"He's back! Our guardian war god is coming home!"

After a three-second silence, the entire command center erupted in a thunderous cheer that could have blown the roof off!

"Immediately! Right now!"

Commander Li suddenly turned around, and his cloudy old eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharpness. He pointed at the big screen and issued a series of orders in an unquestionable tone.

"Connect to the highest command channel of the Jiangcheng Special Operations Bureau!"

"Order all personnel to cancel all leave and enter the highest level of combat readiness!"

A young staff officer instinctively asked, "Are we going to put him under surveillance?"

"Setting up surveillance?"

Commander Li glared at him, puffing out his beard and yelling, "You blockhead! What kind of control measures are you talking about?!"

"It's about hospitality! We'll use the highest level of protocol we can afford, and give them a secret reception!"

He took a deep breath, his tone extremely serious.

"Listen up, all of you! From this moment on, everything Comrade Lin Ye does must be in accordance with him! If he says east, we will never go west! If he says he wants water, you must bring him the best mineral water in the world!"

"Absolutely no hostility or probing should be shown! The primary focus should be on appeasement and winning them over!"

"Anyone who dares to give him the cold shoulder or cause him the slightest grievance, I'll personally skin them alive and send them to a military court!"

"This is a walking, human nuclear weapon! A grandmaster capable of suppressing the fate of a nation! Such a national treasure must be appeased!"