94: Chapter 94 New Mission

The door of the medical pod slid open silently.

Chen Xi walked out from inside.

He wore a loose set of dark gray training fatigues, making him look even leaner.

But his steps were exceptionally steady.

Every step's distance seemed measured by a ruler, without the slightest error.

The team of experts waiting outside the medical room immediately surrounded him.

The white-haired professor leading them adjusted his glasses, looked at the tablet in his hand, then at Chen Xi, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Physical functions have recovered to one hundred and twenty percent."

"Neural reflex speed has increased by fifteen percent compared to before you were admitted."

"Theoretically, you are now a perfect super soldier."

The professor paused, his tone becoming somewhat hesitant.

"But your electroencephalogram..."

"...is like a Dead Sea."

"No fear, no joy, not even anger."

"Chen Xi, do you know what this means?"

Chen Xi did not answer.

He just looked at the professor calmly.

That gaze made this top scholar, who had seen many great storms, feel a trace of inexplicable chill.

He said nothing, bypassed the crowd, and walked straight ahead.

At the end of the corridor, Elder Long stood there with his hands behind his back.

Like a silent, iron-cast statue.

"Chief."

Chen Xi stood still before him, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion.

"I want to go back."

Elder Long slowly turned around.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, stared intently at Chen Xi, as if trying to see through him.

"Your psychological assessment report says 'extremely dangerous'."

"The expert group's recommendation is to immediately undergo mandatory deep sleep therapy."

"Do you realize your current mental state is like a steel wire stretched to its limit, liable to snap at any moment?"

There was still no expression on Chen Xi's face.

"I won't die."

"If it snaps, I'll just reconnect it."

"Nonsense!"

Elder Long's voice carried a hint of anger for the first time.

"Do you think you're still on a mission with 'Dragon Fang'? Do you think you're still that omnipotent 'Ghost'?"

"Chen Xi! What you carry now is the hope of the entire nation! You cannot afford any mistakes!"

Chen Xi fell silent.

He looked up at Elder Long for a long time.

Then, he slowly spoke a sentence.

"Chief."

"There are still people waiting for me there."

His voice was very soft.

Yet it was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard against Elder Long's heart.

Elder Long's lips moved.

He wanted to scold, to command, to use his status as an old leader to force him to stay.

But when he saw Chen Xi's eyes, so calm they were almost hollow...

...he knew he had lost.

The young man before him was no longer that green recruit who would hug him and cry after a failed exercise.

Nor was he the soldier king who, after drinking too much at a victory banquet, would drape an arm around his neck and boast.

He was a true warrior who had crawled back from hell, carrying the burden of countless lost souls.

"You've grown up."

Elder Long's voice instantly sounded much older.

He waved his hand feebly.

"Go."

"Do what you want to do."

He turned around and stopped looking at Chen Xi.

"The 'Great Wall' project team will provide you with the highest level of intelligence and technical support."

"From now on, you are not fighting alone."

"The entire nation is your backing."

Chen Xi said no more.

He simply gave that slightly hunched back an incredibly standard military salute.

Then, he turned and left.

...

The "Great Wall" project, Command Center.

Chen Xi stood alone beneath the massive dome of the simulated star map.

Countless data streams and stellar trajectories flowed slowly around him.

He had been standing here for a long time.

Like a statue merged into the starry sky.

He knew what he was about to face.

Sihang Warehouse was only the beginning.

Just a small wave in that towering sea of blood that had swept across the entire Divine Land.

And next, where he was going...

...was the center of that sea of blood.

The darkest, most desperate abyss in human history.

(Jinling.)

He silently repeated that name in his heart.

Every inch of that city's soil was soaked with the blood and tears of three hundred thousand compatriots.

He closed his eyes.

Little Chen's bright smile, filled with infinite longing for the future.

Xie Jinyuan's solemn military salute, which entrusted the hope of the entire nation.

And those young faces in the warehouse, still shining amidst the gunfire.

They all flashed through his mind one by one.

He knew what he was fighting for.

And he knew why he was going.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within those calm, Dead Sea-like eyes...

...a cold yet incredibly bright spark finally ignited.

That was the flame of revenge.

And the determination to protect.

He would not let the tragedy repeat itself.

He would use his own way to seek justice for those three hundred thousand lost souls.

He would make those devils who created this human tragedy...

...pay a price in blood.

"I am ready."

He said calmly to the empty Command Center.