Kira Wolma redefined what it meant to be a warrior—only Golden-Eyed Ones and Silver-Eyeds were qualified to become "warriors."
Kira referred to humans without golden or silver eyes as "the protected."
He had actually wanted to use the term "the weak."
Unfortunately, the family think tank had vetoed the name Kira liked so much.
Calling them weak would draw too much hate.
"Four ranks! From highest to lowest, they are..."
"Invincible Wolma, High-ranking Warrior Pudaha, Mid-ranking Warrior Roxa, and Low-ranking Warrior Chuchika!"
"Every Golden-Eyed One and Silver-Eyed started out as a 'Chuchika.' Once they could dodge bullets, they could be called a 'Roxa'!"
"Only those who could withstand bullets head-on could be granted the title of 'Pudaha'!"
Kira explained only this much.
Why did he not explain the highest rank, "Invincible Wolma"?
Because he had not figured it out himself.
Was he supposed to explain on the spot that he was awesome, that he was powerful, that he wanted to be the strongest and did not want anyone else to share the glory of invincibility?
Before long, people in the crowd began to boo.
Kira snorted coldly and roared, "I said it before! Withstanding bullets is merely an appetizer!"
His booming voice drowned out all opposition.
As soon as his words fell, he strode over to a crimson Lamborghini XE54 sports car nearby and crouched down...
Sports cars had never been designed to be lifted by people, so they were difficult to get a grip on.
Even the world's strongest strongmen had never tried lifting a car. At most, they dragged one along.
But Kira was different.
Relying on his incomparable Great Strength, he effortlessly lifted the Lamborghini.
Holding the sports car aloft, Kira Wolma slowly turned, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding crowd.
Feeling their admiring yet fearful gazes and listening to their praise, Kira felt truly peerless at that moment, his blood boiling hot!
Bang!
With a flick of his arm, he hurled the sports car aside and roared, "Bring me a truck!"
An elderly man with white hair standing beside Kira Wolma turned pale. "But..."
"No buts! I can do it! I'm the strongest man in the world! You don't believe me?"
After Kira shot him a sideways glance, sweat immediately poured from the old man's pores, soaking through his clothes.
Standing beside such a monster was unimaginably stressful.
"Then... all right..."
The truck was delivered quickly.
Kira crouched down and slowly exerted force.
The truck, loaded to half its cargo capacity, rose little by little.
His hunched body gradually straightened.
Kira's dark red face was filled with wild, tyrannical arrogance.
And he truly had the right to be arrogant.
This kind of strength could already be called superhuman!
In the old days, even a few decades ago, countless people would have worshipped him and called him Shiva.
Kira opened his mouth, seemingly intending to let out a roar.
The instant he made a sound, his strength gave way.
A sudden change erupted.
Crackle! Crackle!
A scalp-numbing series of cracking bones sounded from inside Kira's body.
Kira dropped to his knees, and the skin all over his body suddenly burst apart.
In an instant, his entire body twisted like a pretzel. Blood seemed to be squeezed out by a high-pressure water cannon, spraying dozens of meters away.
Many spectators were drenched in blood.
Five minutes later, the medical rescue team arrived. After futile emergency treatment, they sorrowfully announced that Kira was completely dead.
His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and other organs had turned into a complete mess, while his bones had shattered into powder. How could they save him?
What could they even use to save him?
He could not be saved!
That day, the people of India went from extreme joy to grief, and half the country mourned.
Although the other half cheered and said it was a welcome sight, they only earned scoldings, curses, and beatings from the men in their households.
China, Beijing, Zhaofu Well Secret Base.
"Sure enough, he died..."
Yan Anqing curled his lips and closed the livestream page.
Kira Wolma did not know restraint and overexerted himself. While displaying his invincible strength, his modified muscles exerted too much force, causing his skin and bones to explode. Even the image-editing game's Reasonable Modification effect could not smooth it over, which was why he died on the spot.
Although Yan Anqing had long guessed Kira's fate, he had not expected it to come so quickly.
He had originally hoped that Kira, who was likewise blessed by India's national fortune, would surprise him by breaking through his original limits, becoming a true superhuman artificial human, and providing some inspiration and insight for further modifications.
However, Kira Wolma disappointed Yan Anqing.
The man died in dramatic fashion.
In fact, similar things had happened throughout the histories of many countries.
They were not uncommon in China either.
More than three hundred years before the Common Era, King Wu of Qin, Ying Dang, believed his strength unmatched and wanted to demonstrate his martial prowess by lifting a cauldron. As a result, his knees burst apart and he died.
History always repeated itself.
Humanity found it difficult to learn from the painful lessons of those who came before.
"What a pity..."
"If I could obtain firsthand autopsy data, I could at least make targeted improvements to the flaws."
"Using this image-editing game to Modify reality may reasonably modify things within a certain range, but problems will still arise once the limits are exceeded."
As Yan Anqing silently lamented to himself, the Little Panda, so fat that it wheezed for breath, eagerly squeezed into the center of his vision and forcefully spat out a string of text bubbles.
"Congratulations, player, on obtaining a new achievement—Cold-Blooded and Unfeeling."
"Having no attachment whatsoever to humanity, you freely altered other people's bodies. After causing their deaths, what you lamented was your inability to obtain autopsy materials on site."
"You treat human lives like grass. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Current Main Quest completion progress: 16/30."
Faced with the customer service Little Panda's question, Yan Anqing touched his chest and said with a half-smile, "It doesn't hurt."
There was no excuse and no reason. He was simply that kind of person.
Strangely, this time the Black and White Dumpling did not disappear immediately. Instead, it spat out another string of text bubbles before its figure gradually began to fade.
"You are contributing to human evolution on the Demon-Sealing Plane. Please keep up the good work."
"Friendly reminder: this route contains a large number of hidden 'achievements.'"
Yan Anqing snorted softly. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his eyes held the clarity of self-awareness. "So understanding? Forget it, there's no need to comfort me."
"Evolution, contribution... Hmph. It is nothing more than another live experiment."
His voice was barely audible, as though he were murmuring to himself.
"No excuses are needed."
"My blood runs cold."
Those who acted in the name of righteousness regarded other people's sacrifices as only natural, so they found any price paid by others acceptable.
But when the one who needed to be sacrificed became themselves, those eloquent, righteous people used all sorts of excuses and reasons to evade and shift responsibility.
Just like the bureaucrats of the late Ming dynasty.
Before and after the Manchus entered the passes, these people spoke of "sharing the nation's fate and facing the national crisis together," shouting that they would drown themselves.
But when the moment of truth came, they complained that the water was too cold and that their delicate bodies could not endure it. So they decisively shaved their heads and grew queues.
They even told the world that it was not because they lacked backbone. It was all because the water was too cold, and they could not be allowed to preserve their good names. So they turned around and threw themselves into the arms of the Qing dynasty.
They held high office, rode fine horses, married beautiful concubines, and ate the people's flesh and blood until their mouths gleamed with grease.
These people even shamelessly praised the Qing and disparaged the Ming, distorting history by claiming, "Tall caps and broad belts were the ugliness that doomed a nation; shaved foreheads and rat-tail queues were the elegant governance of the new dynasty."
The shameless faces of these maggots were truly ugly and nauseating.
Such people had even hypnotized themselves.
They firmly believed themselves to be pure and upright disciples of sages, true seeds of Confucianism, enduring humiliation and clinging to life solely to preserve the culture.
Yet they did not know that if Confucius, who said, "Without Guan Zhong, we would be wearing our hair loose and fastening our robes on the left," could return to life, he would likely be the first to kill these worthless inheritors who corrupted Confucianism and twisted the original meaning of the classics.
People whose words and actions did not match, who held double standards, were always detestable.
Yan Anqing had never believed that he represented justice. He was merely imposing his own will upon the world, modifying it into the shape he liked.
The saddest thing in life was not that others failed to understand you, but that you betrayed yourself.
He did not want to become the kind of person he hated most, so he often examined and reflected on himself, never branding himself as kind.
"I'm overthinking it."
Yan Anqing shook his head and cast the chaotic thoughts from his mind. "Come to think of it, the third stage of the Main Quest is already half complete..."
Just as his reflection ended, the internal communication software on his computer notified him—he had received a new message.
I feel like this chapter did not turn out very well, and I'm quite upset. Even my previous God of Main Gods management novel, which I wrote purely for the love of it, reached second place on the new-book rankings for its category. This one is only sixth in its category so far. Maybe original subject matter does not come with built-in traffic... I'm feeling down, forgot my writing principles and the techniques I've already mastered, and subconsciously imposed my flawed worldview on the protagonist. Wang Yan after the Marvel arc in the previous book, Yan Anqing in this one... I absolutely cannot make this mistake again! I must avoid such low-level errors as much as possible in the future! If you have different opinions about this passage, please go easy on me and criticize lightly...
Oh, right, someone guessed the outcome! On the day it goes premium, there will be an additional chapter on top of the doubled base update!