What kind of person was Kira Wolma? Yan Anqing knew a little about him.
This man often fraternized with all sorts of dubious friends on various social media platforms and repeatedly made promises.
Nothing more than things like, "Once I make it big, I definitely won't forget you guys."
Did that sound familiar?
It was practically the twenty-first-century colloquial version of "If I become rich and powerful, I won't forget you."
The last famous person to say something like that was Chen Sheng, leader of the Dazexiang Uprising.
After achieving fame and success, he had a fellow villager who came to rely on him killed.
Although that villager had brought it upon himself by spreading Chen Sheng's embarrassing past everywhere before he became famous—giving Xu You after the Battle of Guandu in the late Eastern Han a run for his money—the outcome of many things was just as important as the process.
In the eyes of the world, the outcome was even more important than the process.
A single incident could reveal the character of many participants.
"Those who make promises too lightly are bound to be trusted too little. Someone like Kira Wolma can't bear the mantle of a protagonist."
Yan Anqing chuckled softly, a dark gleam flickering in his amber eyes. "At least, he can't be the protagonist in my script."
"At most, he can clear the way for a king and serve as a stepping stone."
According to Yan Anqing's plans, Kira Wolma was, at best, an elite minor villain. He did not even qualify as a minor boss.
After being modified, he would enjoy the benefits of superhuman muscles, but he also had to bear their risks.
Otherwise, Yan Anqing would have simply given him the full suite of magical modifications. There would have been no need to limit variables and gather research data.
Nanocarbon fiber muscle bundles, Titanium Alloy bones, resilient nerve membranes, vascular protective coating, organ buffer frames, skin toughening treatment...
China's worldview was completely different from India's. It did not believe that "bloodline" could determine whether a person was noble or lowly.
Kshatriya and Vaishya were entirely equal in Yan Anqing's eyes. There was no difference between them whatsoever.
Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born to their stations?!
Setting Chen Sheng's personal morality aside, simply speaking those words had made him a spiritual pioneer whose influence radiated across China for thousands of years!
Even the First Emperor of Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song remained controversial figures, judged by many later generations as having merits and faults in equal measure!
Under heaven, throughout all of history, who could live an entire life perfectly, without any moral flaws?
If Yan Anqing were to create a protagonist in India, he would at least choose a hot-blooded youth, young man, middle-aged man, or old man who could say something akin to "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," and aspire to overthrow India's caste system.
If a cheat ability did not exist to stir up trouble, it was completely meaningless.
After silently completing the magical modifications to Kira Wolma's muscle fibers, Yan Anqing did not immediately roll them out.
He chose to wait quietly and observe the changes.
Based on past experience, if a magical modification project carried risks in theory, it would inevitably have even more unstable factors in practice.
Meanwhile.
Busan, at the southeastern tip of South Korea.
It was South Korea's largest port and the country's second-largest city.
Textile, machinery, chemical, food, lumber, and seafood processing factories could be found everywhere.
At that moment, Choi Sang-hwan was conducting a promotional appearance at Esports Times Square.
For this event, DSP Company had invested enormous amounts of money and manpower.
Standing on the stage, Choi Sang-hwan looked radiant. His black hair and golden eyes, paired with an outfit specially selected by a stylist, gave him the distinctive air of a visitor from another world.
Holding a bouquet of camellias, with a screen behind him displaying a square Busan city emblem composed of seagulls, mountains, sea, rivers, and the Five-Six Islands, he delivered an impassioned speech.
"...Ladies and gentlemen! A new era is about to arrive. I firmly believe that the Crimson Moon Incident will not be an isolated case. More similar events will inevitably occur in the future!"
"By then, Golden-Eyed Ones, Silver-Eyed people, and all kinds of extraordinary individuals will emerge..."
"As South Korea's first, and currently only, Golden-Eyed One, I firmly believe that maintaining friendship with China and improving relations between our two nations is the foremost urgent matter..."
"Compared to overbearing America, or Japan, which is narrow-minded and always jealous of us, China—peace-loving, skilled at infrastructure construction, frequently aiding other countries, and proving itself through concrete actions—is more suitable as a great... partner."
Choi Sang-hwan's lips twitched slightly. He had nearly let his true thoughts slip out.
What the hell was a partner?
It was clearly a thigh to cling to!
But mediocre and incapable ordinary people were the majority in this world. Wise people like himself, capable of seeing through appearances to the essence, were exceedingly rare.
When giving a speech, he still had to consider the audience's feelings a little.
Choi Sang-hwan briefly reviewed his speech prompts and was about to begin the second part when he suddenly spotted a suspicious young man from the corner of his eye.
The corners of the man's mouth turned downward, his brows were tightly furrowed, yet the outer ends of his eyebrows seemed to be spreading apart.
Choi Sang-hwan had previously watched an American drama called "LIE TO ME," and he was quite familiar with that microexpression.
This was...
The standard expression of "anger," "suppression," and "disdain"!
Before this, he definitely would not have noticed something like this.
But after becoming a Golden-Eyed One, Choi Sang-hwan's physical fitness, energy, powers of observation, and reaction speed had all become many times greater than before!
Whether it was a familiar sense of déjà vu or some mysterious sixth sense...
In any case, Choi Sang-hwan sensed danger.
As the crisis struck his heart, it began pounding violently.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Scalding blood flowed through his limbs, and the world in Choi Sang-hwan's eyes gradually slowed down.
He watched the angry young man reach into his pocket and slowly pull something out...
Is that a gun?
Choi Sang-hwan's reaction even startled himself.
He did not choose to run immediately. Instead, he calmly and rationally analyzed the possible benefits and drawbacks of the situation.
The leap in his level of life had imperceptibly affected his subconscious.
It really is a gun...
He wants to assassinate me?
Choi Sang-hwan watched the assassin from the corner of his eye with a blank expression. That Chinese saying was right after all: the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be broken by the wind. It seems I offended the interests of certain conglomerates without realizing it.
But why? Why! Why don't I feel the slightest bit afraid...
At this speed, I can completely avoid the bullet's trajectory before he pulls the trigger.
The angry young man pulled out a pistol, shoved through the crowd, and quickly squeezed his way in front of Choi Sang-hwan.
He raised the black muzzle...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots fired point-blank.
Every one of them missed!
Choi Sang-hwan looked just like a superpowered being from a movie.
His movements were not large, yet they were incredibly fast—clean, decisive, and without the slightest hesitation. By the narrowest margin, he evaded every bullet!
The assassin's eyes went blank.
He had never expected things to turn out this way, and he stood there dumbstruck.
Wasn't Jackg Lim, one of America's Twelve Saints, shot to death?
If Golden-Eyed Ones were all this powerful, just how monstrous had Jack's assassin been?
He could not understand it!
He truly could not understand it!
The outlook on life, worldview, and values shaped over more than twenty years all collapsed in that instant.
"Evade, and then..."
Choi Sang-hwan did not care what state of mind the other man was in.
This brat had just tried to kill him!
"Counterattack!"
Having never learned any fighting technique, Choi Sang-hwan knew nothing about combat skills such as Taekwondo, karate, or Sanda. He simply turned a life-or-death battle into a turn-based game.
He leaped forward, yanked the assassin's pistol away, and then unleashed a vicious jab straight at the man's face!
Boom!
An explosive crack tore through the air.
Crack crack crack...
The scalp-numbing sound of shattering bones echoed within the angry young assassin's skull.
He quickly went limp.
Dark red blood flowed from the assassin's eyes, nostrils, and ears.
The rusty scent of blood spread through the air.
The silence was so complete that a needle drop could be heard.
The entire venue fell deathly silent.
Nearly thirty thousand spectators at the scene and up to a million online viewers had all witnessed this moment with their own eyes...
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