You Must Be the Urban Soldier King!

The continuous mountain range was carved open from the middle, and nine giant Ark ships were docked in different zones via conveyor belts.

At the bottom of each massive ship, six giant metal supports braced the vessel; the unique mountainous terrain served as the first line of defense against the tsunami.

After the seawater crushed the mountains, the supports at the bottom of the ships would continue to withstand the impact. With the tsunami's force weakened by these two layers of defense, the ships could safely sail out to sea.

The confrontation between the rolling tsunami and the heavy industry of China ended after a violent tremor; the hulls touched the water and began to venture forward through the reefs formed by the mountains...

Inside Ark 5, as the flashing red warning lights vanished, the hall was once again flooded with incandescent white light.

Sizzle!

Li Wei, like everyone else, slowly stood up and looked toward the largest loudspeaker in the depths of the hall, waiting for the good news they were all longing for.

"Hello everyone, I am the captain of the Dawn, Fan Guojun!" After a long while, a voice that seemed to be suppressing some kind of emotion finally came through the loudspeaker, causing everyone's hearts to leap into their throats. "I want to inform you all that the Dawn has withstood the test, and we... are sailing toward the open sea!"

The next instant, a thunderous roar of cheers drowned out the hall, becoming the main theme across all the giant ships.

Some people hugged each other, some covered their faces and wept, and some even began to show off their affection on the spot...

Most of the time, life is always the most important thing to a person. Nature had dealt them a heavy blow, but it had not completely wiped them out; human civilization would continue after all!

Li Wei mingled among the cheering crowd, feeling the overwhelming atmosphere of joy. He only smiled faintly; he could not empathize, as he was not from this world.

He felt a slight sense of joy, but he was more eager to develop his Deep Diver form once things stabilized, perfect his flight mode, and then leave this world.

Coming to this world couldn't be called a brush with death, but it was certainly thrilling!

The hellish volcanic landscape, the desperate thousand-meter tsunami, the terrifying earthquake that felt like the earth was shattering!

Every disaster he witnessed made Li Wei deeply feel his own insignificance. He felt that if he traveled to another world, no matter what he saw, he would be able to handle it with indifference...

He felt that this state of mind was hard for others to understand!

The astonishing cheers continued until the volunteers in orange vests came to maintain order, at which point they slowly subsided. Li Wei couldn't find a place to sit, so he just found a corner and leaned against the wall to rest.

Watching the busy orange-vested volunteers, he began to think about how he could obtain the privilege of entering and leaving the ship at will.

Should he break directly into the captain's cabin, reveal his uniqueness, and make a high-profile announcement?

Or should he quietly find the captain, let only a few people know about his special nature, and reduce the risk of trouble?

Just as he was about to stop thinking, the loudspeaker blared in the crowded hall again.

"Everyone stay where you are and do not move. If you have any needs, raise your hand to speak. A form will be handed to you shortly. Fill in your personal information, and once you are done, come to me. I will arrange a room for you! Follow the broadcast in your room for subsequent arrangements. Do not be anxious!"

A short-haired female volunteer holding a megaphone repeated the reminder in several languages for the batch of refugees who had not yet been assigned rooms.

The efficiency-minded Chinese people quickly brought over freshly printed forms and distributed them along with pens one by one. Li Wei also received a pen and a form.

The content on the form was extremely simple: name, age, medical history, professional skills, and any living relatives?

Because the people on the ship were a mixed bag, and those who had fled in a daze didn't even care which country's ship they were on, they had scrambled aboard almost without thinking.

Out of humanitarianism, China accepted these panicked refugees, thinking they would repatriate them later; if there were high-level technical talents, they could choose to absorb them.

The current electronic information storage system had almost collapsed. Infrastructure built over a century had been destroyed within a day by the massive earthquake. To rebuild a stable social system, they had to consolidate everyone's information.

Seeing the content on the form, Li Wei decided on a better approach. He simply wrote under professional skills: Large aircraft and fighter jet piloting, top-tier special operations, firearms proficiency, top-tier unarmed combat, fluent in English, Italian, French, Russian, and Chinese, body has undergone special modifications.

After checking it over, he felt it was a bit too high-profile, so he crossed out "French" with a single line.

Nodding with satisfaction, he stood up and joined the long line at the entrance of the hall, waiting for them to assign him a room.

There would always be an opportunity to leave the ship later; he should rest for now. Although he could no longer be considered human from a biological perspective, habits formed over many years were not easily changed.

Even if his body wasn't tired, his mind was...

The line moved quickly, and the volunteers in orange vests were very capable, assigning rooms at a rapid pace.

"Li Bin, average aptitude, no special skills, next!" The young volunteer only glanced at the name, medical history, and professional skills column. Seeing nothing special, he tossed the form aside, leaving the young man named Li Bin with a face full of dark lines.

"Next..."

"Next..."

The line continued to move, and soon it was Li Wei's turn. He handed over the form, and put the pen into a basket on the side.

"Li Wei, aptitude...?" The volunteer, who had been about to habitually say "average aptitude," froze after seeing the long list of miscellaneous content Li Wei had written under professional skills, and then wore a look of utter confusion.

"Large aircraft and fighter jet piloting? Special operations? Firearms proficiency? Unarmed combat? Five... four languages?... 'Special modifications' is just too ridiculous!"

The volunteer looked up, adjusted his glasses, and asked the smiling Li Wei with a look of disbelief: "Is this for real?"

Another female volunteer who hadn't received new data looked up in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

The male volunteer handed her the form. "Take a look..."

Li Wei just smiled and shook his head.

"Hey! Good guy! You must be the 'Urban Soldier King'!" The female volunteer exclaimed after reading Li Wei's listed professional skills.

But then, seeing the long line behind him, she remembered her job. She put down the form, looked Li Wei up and down with a suspicious gaze, and then her face flushed. She cleared her throat and said, "We can't verify the aircraft piloting here, but prove that you know multiple languages."

Those waiting in line also heard their conversation. Some of the Chinese people, upon hearing that someone knew multiple languages, looked over with curiosity and excitement; the strong always attract attention.

The male volunteer still didn't believe Li Wei possessed all the professional skills written on the paper. Even if he had a few peanuts to snack on, he couldn't possibly be this drunk!

If it were just five languages, that would be one thing, but the "body has undergone special modification" at the end cast a shadow of suspicion over the entire file.

Special modification?

What kind of special modification?

Missing a kidney, or perhaps missing a certain root?

At first glance at this data, he didn't know whether to classify himself as a "special talent" or a "special" talent.

Li Wei shrugged and cleared his throat, then fluently greeted the volunteers one by one in the other four languages—truly friendly greetings.

This display drew a few gasps of amazement from the refugees queuing up behind him.

Thinking they might assume he was just spouting nonsense or doubting his other professional skills, Li Wei decided to demonstrate his strength by picking up a couple of "kids."

With a backhand reach, he grabbed a somewhat chubby male bystander standing behind him by the collar and hoisted him into the air with one hand. While the crowd was still in shock, Li Wei reached out again and lifted another lucky audience member, who weighed at least two hundred pounds, with his left hand.

"I could even toss these two around; the special modification is the kind of... very, very special kind, which I think you would find hard to understand."

Everyone watched as Li Wei hopped and jumped in place while holding two people who were clearly heavier than himself, all of them wearing expressions of utter astonishment.

"Holy crap! What is up with that guy?!"

"Mom, look, it's Superman!"

"That... that is not a normal person, child, that is not a normal person!"

"Bro, try lifting me, come on, give it a go!"

"Get lost! It's hard enough to even hug him, you try lifting one and see!"

"Could it be that spiritual energy is reviving in this world too?! I knew it, the consciousness of Earth is about to be reborn!"

The commotion at the entrance drew the attention of many people inside the hall. Those who noticed Li Wei were all left with their jaws on the floor.

Some doubted whether Li Wei was even human, while others thought they could do it too. The eyes of most people in the hall were almost entirely drawn to Li Wei, and many of the soldiers maintaining order also looked toward him, though they did not abandon their posts.

Although the male volunteer felt that the "body has undergone special modification" bit was ridiculous, the scene before his eyes, which looked like a circus act, was even more absurd than what was written on the paper!

There was no way "special modification" could explain this!

Lifting a chubby adult man like a chick with one arm required strength at least three times the weight of the object.

Even ignoring the single-arm strength, carrying nearly three hundred kilograms and still being able to jump a meter high—biologists would be cursing up a storm!

"St... stamp it, special talent..." The male volunteer pushed his slipping glasses back up with a trembling hand and said to the female volunteer beside him, who was equally dumbfounded.

The female volunteer, having regained her senses, nodded blankly, picked up a stamp, and pressed it down. She then opened the special talent dormitory registry and assigned Li Wei a four-person room.

"Your name is Li Wei, right? That's enough, that's enough, we believe you. Your room is 333 on the third floor. You can pick your bunk when you get there. Next, please..."

Setting down the two dizzy, disoriented "tools," Li Wei took the small name tag handed to him by the female volunteer and said "thank you" with a smile.

The female volunteer stared at Li Wei's face in a daze for a moment before responding shyly, "N-no, you're welcome..."

Having received his name tag and room identification, Li Wei followed the signs and headed up the stairs. No one was there to guide him; the survivors had too much work to do, and everything had to be kept simple.