The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

In a remote mountain area of ​​Europe, there is an ancient castle.

Time: Noon in the capital of the Dragon Kingdom, here—the darkest hour before dawn.

The castle's outer walls are made of dark gray boulders, covered with withered vines, like the lifeless skeleton of a giant beast.

A sentry post every twenty meters.

The black-clad guards stood like statues in the shadows at the edge of the searchlight beams.

They wore encrypted communicators on their ears, their holsters bulged slightly at their waists, and their eyes slowly scanned behind their night vision goggles, not even missing the trails of birds flying across the treetops.

Inside the castle, the passageways are deep and dark, with a burning torch hanging every ten meters on the walls.

The flickering firelight cast the ancient family crest relief on the stone wall in a dim and distorted manner, the shadows twisting like struggling ghosts.

The air was cold, carrying the distinctive smell of damp mold and rust from deep underground.

Pass through three alloy gates that require both iris and voiceprint verification.

Arrive at the deepest part of the castle—the Palace of the Universe.

The main hall is spacious, with a ceiling height of over fifteen meters.

Twenty-four black-clad guards stood on each side, their hands behind their backs and their legs straddling, like two rows of steel-cast killing machines.

Their faces were expressionless, and even their breathing was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

Only the occasional crackling of torches broke the suffocating silence.

At the end of the main hall, above nine stone steps.

There is a huge chair carved from a single piece of black basalt – the Throne of the God of the Universe.

now.

On the throne sat a man.

He had a Western appearance, was around forty years old, and had his short, dark brown hair neatly combed. His facial features were sharply defined, and he had a meticulously trimmed short beard.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, without a tie, and his shirt collar was slightly open.

His hands rested casually on the armrests of the seat, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the cold stone surface.

despair.

despair.

despair.

Each sound was like the second hand of a death knell, striking the hearts of those kneeling below.

he is--

The supreme leader of the Cosmic Organization.

Code name: Zeus.

Below the throne, on either side, is a slightly smaller stone seat.

Right side stone base:

Sitting there was a man with a similar Western appearance, in his forties, with a very short buzz cut and an old scar on his left cheek that ran diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

He was wearing a black tactical uniform, with his jacket open, revealing a tight-fitting bulletproof vest underneath.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and deep within his pupils gleamed a ferocity that was almost instinctive, forged from years of immersion in bloodshed and conspiracy.

He is one of the vice leaders of the Cosmic Organization.

This man is ruthless and vicious; he is a retired officer from a mysterious special forces unit of the United States.

Code name: Emperor's Eye.

Responsible for military affairs, intelligence, assassinations, and all the shady "wet work".

Left side stone base:

Sitting there was an elderly man with a Japanese appearance, about seventy years old, with gray hair combed neatly back and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He was dressed in a dark blue kimono-style casual outfit, holding a string of jet-black Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, which he was slowly moving one bead at a time.

His expression was calm, even with a touch of scholarly gentleness.

But the eyes behind the lenses—deep, cold, like two dry wells that have buried countless secrets.

This person is narrow-minded, treacherous, cunning, and full of tricks.

He is another deputy leader and strategist of the Cosmic Organization.

Name: Ryuichi Sawada.

Responsible for global political and military infiltration, economic control, winning over powerful families and influential clans, developing spokespeople and members in various countries, and... the most insidious and longest revenge plan.

Five meters directly in front of the throne.

Two men were kneeling on the cold granite floor.

They both had Eastern European features and were burly, but at this moment they were like two wild dogs whose spines had been removed, trembling violently.

Left: Charney, around fifty years old, the chief investigator of the "Zeng Linglong switcheroo case" eighteen years ago.

Right side: Sloan, around 45 years old, Asia regional head of the Cosmic Organization, Wu Jun's direct superior.

The two men pressed their foreheads firmly against the ground, not daring to lift them even slightly.

Cold sweat seeped from the roots of his hair, rolling down his temples and spreading into two small, dark stains on the stone surface.

His breathing was heavy and broken, like a broken bellows.

The only sounds in the entire hall were the faint crackling of the burning torches and the two people's suppressed breathing.

for a long time.

The god of the universe on his throne stopped tapping his fingers.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like two ice-forged spears piercing towards the kneeling Charni below.

"explain."

The sound, heavy and cold like the friction of rocks, echoed through the hall.

Why...?

"Could this be?"

He paused, each word like an icicle piercing Chalny's skull:

"Eighteen years ago..."

"That baby..."

"Why...didn't he die?"

Charni's body trembled violently!

A low, guttural groan escaped its throat as its head pounded harder against the stone, its forehead striking the surface with a dull thud.

"Leader...spare me...spare me!"

"At the time... I witnessed the switch being completed with my own eyes! I also personally verified the baby's identity!"

"I...I personally ordered Yabu, the executor, to dispose of it immediately!"

"Yab later reported...that the baby had been disposed of and thrown into a remote landfill."

"I...I really don't know...why he's still alive!!"

Zeus's tone remained icy. "And Yabu? Where are the others?"

Charni didn't dare to lift his head, and said in a tearful voice, "Yab died during a mission."

"Oh……"

On the left stone seat, Ryuichi Sawada suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, yet it caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply.

He slowly stood up, stopping the movement of the prayer beads in his hand.

Step by step, I descended the stone steps.

The black wooden clogs made a soft "tap, tap" sound on the stone surface, like a countdown to death.

He walked up to Charney and stopped.

Looking down from his vantage point, he gazed down at the man who was almost limp on the ground.

The eyes behind the lenses now held no trace of gentleness.

All that remained was a cold, viscous killing intent, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"Charni..."

Ryuichi Sawada's voice was calm, yet it sent chills down Charney's spine:

"You know... about the baby swap eighteen years ago..."

"How much effort did I put in?"

He bent slightly, leaned close to Charney's ear, and whispered even lower, like a devil's murmur:

"You know... the Zeng family of the Dragon Kingdom..."

"With me...with the leader..."

"How many...blood feuds are there?"

Sawada Takashi remained standing, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls of the main hall, looking towards the distant east:

"In 1941...the War of Resistance against Japan in China."

"Zeng Xu's father—on the battlefield..."

His teeth were grinding together.

"With a bayonet... he stabbed my father through the stomach!"

"They even cut off... my elder brother's head!"

"In 1951...the war of foreign aid in China."

"Zeng Xu himself..."

Ryuichi Sawada pointed sharply at the God of the Universe on the throne, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"With a sniper rifle... he shattered—the leader's father's head!"

"At that time... the leader had only been born a short while ago!"

"Twenty years ago..."

His voice suddenly rose, filled with deep-seated resentment:

"Zeng Xu's son—Zeng Sheng!"

"During a mission overseas..."

Ryuichi Sawada trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot:

"With the same sniper rifle... he blew my son's... my only son's... head off!!"

"Third generation!!"

"The Zeng family, three generations!! They killed three generations of male members of my Sawada family!!"

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Charney:

"Tell me... how do I avenge this?!"

Ryuichi Sawada took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his surging rage, and his voice returned to its cold tone:

"Isn't the Zeng family of the Dragon Kingdom... a family full of loyal martyrs?"

"Isn't it a family tradition to serve the military and serve the country?"

"Good...very good."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a hideous, demonic smile:

"On the surface... we can't touch the Zeng family."

"We can't touch Zeng Sheng."

"But secretly... I will retaliate in kind... I will make sure Zeng Sheng... is childless!"

"That switch eighteen years ago... was the most ingenious plan of my life."

Not only did they kill Zeng Sheng's newborn son without anyone knowing, but they also did so secretly.

It's still "killing two birds with one stone".

"If we can use a double to control the Zeng family... we will have driven a fatal nail into the highest levels of the Chinese military."

"If it cannot be controlled..."

Ryuichi Sawada's eyes flashed with madness in the firelight:

"Then let that stand-in... drag the Zeng family into the abyss! Destroy their reputation!"

"But……"

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like a blade scraping against bone:

"The stand-in you found... was a complete idiot! He was exposed long ago!"

"And Zeng Sheng's biological son... Zeng Linglong..."

"She's still alive and well!!"

"you tell me……"

Sawada Ryuichi slowly drew a silver, exquisitely crafted pistol with chrysanthemum patterns engraved on its barrel from his kimono sleeve.

"How...should you die?"