Cold-Blooded and Unfeeling

Kira Wolma redefined the meaning of a warrior—only golden-eyed individuals and Silver-Eyed possessed the qualification to become a "warrior."

Humans who were not golden-eyed or silver-eyed were referred to by Kira as "protected ones."

In truth, he really wanted to use the term "frail ones."

Unfortunately, the family's think tank vetoed this name, which Kira was very fond of.

Calling them frail would be too provocative.

"Four ranks! From highest to lowest, they are..."

"Invincible Wolma, High-ranking Warrior Pudaha, Mid-ranking Warrior Roxa, Low-ranking Warrior Chuchika!"

"All golden-eyed or silver-eyed individuals start as 'Chuchika.' Once they can dodge bullets, they can be called 'Roxa'!"

"Only those who can withstand bullets head-on can be honored with the title of 'Pudaha'!"

Kira only explained this much.

Why didn't he explain the highest rank, "Invincible Wolma"?

Because he himself hadn't figured it out yet.

Was he supposed to explain it on the spot, saying he was awesome, he was fierce, he wanted to be the strongest, and he didn't want anyone to share in this invincible glory?

Soon, boos could be heard from the crowd.

Kira snorted coldly and roared loudly, "I said it before! Withstanding bullet fire is just an appetizer!"

His booming voice suppressed all dissenting opinions.

After speaking, he quickly walked to a Crimson Lamborghini XE54 sports car not far away and crouched down...

Sports cars, by their very nature, were not designed to be lifted, making it difficult to find leverage.

Even the world's strongest strongmen had never attempted to lift a car; at most, they could only drag one.

But Kira was different.

Relying on his unparalleled immense strength, he effortlessly lifted the Lamborghini.

Kira Wolma, holding the sports car, slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd.

Feeling their admiring yet fearful eyes, listening to their praise, Kira felt he was truly peerless at this moment, his blood boiling with heat!

Bang!

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the sports car aside, letting out a roar, "Bring me a truck!"

An elder with white hair beside Kira Wolma's face changed drastically: "But..."

"No 'buts'! I can do it! I am the strongest man in the world! Don't you believe me?"

The white-haired elder's face turned pale under Kira's glare, and sweat quickly began to seep from his pores, soaking his clothes.

Standing next to such a monster put immense pressure on him.

"Then... alright..."

The truck was quickly brought over.

Kira crouched down and slowly exerted his strength.

The truck, half-loaded, was lifted by him, little by little.

His hunched body gradually straightened.

Kira's dark red face was filled with a wild, arrogant expression.

He certainly had the right to be arrogant.

This kind of strength could already be called superhuman!

In the old era, even just a few decades ago, countless people would have worshipped him and called him Shiva.

Kira opened his mouth, seemingly about to let out a roar.

As soon as he spoke, his strength faltered.

Suddenly, disaster struck.

Crack! Crack!

A chilling sound of bones cracking echoed from within Kira's body.

Kira fell to his knees, his skin suddenly bursting open.

In an instant, his entire body twisted like a pretzel, his blood being squeezed out as if by a high-pressure water gun, splashing tens of meters away.

Many spectators in the audience were doused in blood.

Five minutes later, medical rescue teams arrived. After a futile attempt at emergency treatment, they sadly announced that Kira had died completely.

His internal organs—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—were a mess. His bones were shattered into powder. How could he be saved?

How could anyone save him!

He couldn't be saved!

This day, the people of India rejoiced, only to be met with sorrow, plunging half the nation into mourning.

The other half, though cheering and expressing their delight, only earned reprimands, curses, and beatings from the men in their households.

China, Capital City, Zhaofu Well Secret Base.

"He's really dead..."

Yan Anqing pursed his lips and closed the live stream webpage.

Kira Wolma lacked restraint and overexerted himself. While demonstrating his invincible power, his modified muscles strained too hard, causing his skin and bones to explode. Even the "Reasonable Modification" effect of the image editing game couldn't salvage the situation, leading to his instant death.

Although Yan Anqing had long anticipated Kira's fate, he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

He had originally hoped that Kira, also empowered by India's national fortune, would surprise him by breaking through his inherent limitations and becoming a true super-android, providing some inspiration for his own "Remaster" modifications.

However, Kira Wolma had disappointed Yan Anqing.

The man had died a dramatic death.

In fact, similar incidents had occurred throughout history in various countries.

They were also not uncommon in China.

Over three hundred years before the Common Era, King Wu of Qin, Ying Dang, confident in his unparalleled strength, attempted to display his might by lifting a heavy tripod. He ended up exploding his knees and dying.

History always seemed to repeat itself.

Humans rarely learned from the painful experiences of their predecessors.

"What a shame..."

"If only I could get my hands on the firsthand autopsy data, I could have made targeted improvements to the flaws."

"Using this image editing game to modify reality, while it offers 'Reasonable Modification' within a certain range, exceeding the limits will still lead to problems."

As Yan Anqing mused silently, a panting, overweight Panda waddled into his field of vision and forcefully spat out a string of text bubbles.

"Congratulations, player, on obtaining a new achievement - [Cold-Blooded and Unfeeling]."

"With no humanistic sentiment, you freely tamper with others' bodies. After causing someone's death, you're lamenting the inability to obtain autopsy materials on-site."

"Do you feel no remorse, treating human lives as mere dust?"

"Current Main Quest completion progress is 16/30."

Facing the customer service Panda's interrogation, Yan Anqing touched his chest and said with a half-smile, "No remorse."

No excuses, no reasons, he was just that kind of person.

Strangely, this time the black and white panda didn't disappear immediately. Instead, it spat out another string of text bubbles before its form began to fade.

"You are contributing to the evolution of humans in the Demon-Sealing Plane, please continue your efforts."

"Friendly reminder: This path contains a large number of hidden 'achievements'."

Yan Anqing let out a soft snort, the corners of his lips curling upwards, his eyes clear with self-awareness. "So understanding? Never mind, you don't need to comfort me."

"Evolution, contribution... Hmph, it's just another live experiment."

His voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, as if he were murmuring to himself.

"I don't need any excuses."

"I am, indeed, very cold-blooded."

Those who invoke the greater good see the sacrifices of others as a matter of course, thus deeming any price others pay as acceptable.

But when the object of sacrifice becomes themselves, those who speak eloquently and righteously resort to all sorts of excuses and reasons to evade responsibility.

It's like the officials at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Before and after the Manchus entered the pass, these individuals claimed they would die with the nation and follow it into ruin, shouting about drowning themselves.

But when the moment of truth arrived, they found the water too cold for their delicate bodies. So, they promptly shaved their heads and grew queues.

These people then proclaimed to the world that it wasn't a lack of backbone, but the cold water that prevented them from achieving their noble reputations. They then turned and rejoined the Qing dynasty.

They held high office, rode fine horses, married beautiful concubines, and gorged themselves on the people's wealth, their mouths slick with ill-gotten gains.

These people even shamelessly praised the Qing and denigrated the Ming, distorting history and claiming that "the ugliness of a nation's downfall lay in ornate hats and flowing robes, while the queue was the elegant policy of the new dynasty."

The shameless, maggot-like faces were truly hideous and nauseating.

These people even managed to hypnotize themselves.

They firmly believed they were pure disciples of sages, true seeds of Confucianism, enduring humiliation and living in hiding solely for the sake of cultural transmission.

Little did they know, if Confucius, who said, "Without Guan Zhong, I would be wearing my hair unbound and my robes to the left," were to be resurrected, he would likely kill these degenerate inheritors of Confucianism who corrupted its spirit and twisted the meaning of its classics first.

Those who are inconsistent in their actions and words, and who hold double standards, are always detestable.

Yan Anqing never believed he represented justice. He was merely imposing his will upon the world, transforming this world into one he preferred.

In this life, the most tragic thing is not that others misunderstand you, but that you betray yourself.

He refused to live as the person he detested most, which is why he frequently analyzed and reflected upon himself, never branding himself as kind.

"You're overthinking it."

Yan Anqing shook his head, tossing the chaotic thoughts from his mind. "Speaking of which, the third Main Quest is already halfway done..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the internal communication software on his computer indicated he had received a new message.

I feel like this chapter didn't turn out very well, and it makes me sad. My previous Sovereign management novel, written out of passion, managed to reach second place on the category's new book list. This one is only at sixth place now. Perhaps it's because the original theme doesn't have built-in traffic... My mood is low, and I forgot the writing principles and the techniques I've already mastered. I subconsciously imposed my own values onto the protagonist. Just like Wang Yan after the Marvel arc in the last book, I absolutely cannot make the same mistake with Yan Anqing in this one! I must try my best to avoid such basic errors in the future! If anyone has a different opinion about this section, please be gentle with your words and go easy on the criticism...

Oh, right! Someone guessed the outcome! Double the base reward plus an extra update on the day of release!