Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle

A familiar bottle.

He pulled out the stopper.

A broken sword.

Judging by the craftsmanship, it seemed to be an ancient artifact. After carefully inspecting it, he found nothing unusual.

"Heh, I got my hands on an antique from another world."

He casually tossed it aside, deciding to store it away after conducting specialized tests, just like the other salvaged items whose purpose he did not understand.

No one knew whether they might contain hidden dangers or things he was unable to detect, so Han Fei kept everything he salvaged, whether it was a rotten apple or a false tooth.

All of it went into that exclusive Secret Laboratory.

Shaking his head speechlessly, Han Fei turned his attention to the bathtub beside him.

The bathtub had better odds than the washbasin. Don't ask him how he knew.

The sheer quantity had told him!

A pile of thousands, even tens of thousands, of items.

"Whew, whew."

He rubbed his hands together.

Then reached inside.

He gave it a gentle shake.

His fingers turned slightly cold. He grabbed hold of something and pulled it up.

It was that same familiar bottle. No matter whether he threw it away or smashed it, it would always appear right on time during the next salvage. It was truly miraculous.

He pulled out the wooden stopper.

His expression fell when he saw what was in his palm.

A cigarette?

What use did I have for a cigarette?

Speechlessly, he put both items away, intending to toss them where they belonged later.

He clapped his hands, declaring today's Drifting Bottle salvage over.

Time passed in an orderly fashion.

Several months later.

Some chaotic region on Earth.

"Ren Tou Gou, Ren Tou Gou, report your position."

"Ren Tou Gou received. Current coordinates xxxxxx. The enemy base has been located. Requesting support."

"Flash Telecom received, Flash Telecom received. Our squad will provide support from the flank. Your team will take the lead. Don't engage until I reach the designated position."

"Over."

"Over."

A desolate Gobi.

Windblown sand lashed against their faces while the scorching sun blazed overhead.

In such a place.

A squad of warriors clad in yellow battle armor, radiating killing intent, had appeared here. They lay concealed behind a small dirt mound, silently watching the base in the distance.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey."

The burly man leading them spat the dirt from his mouth and lowered his voice. "Brothers, get ready."

"Yes." *6

Very soon.

The watch on the man's wrist lit up.

"Move!"

Rustle!

All seven men rose in unison and advanced in a crouch. Once they reached a certain position—

"Charge!"

Their speed was unbelievable, and their movements were equally extraordinary.

Rat-a-tat-tat!!!

On the Gobi beneath the swirling sands, blossoms of blood bloomed one after another.

Accompanied by thunderous explosions.

Not romantic in the slightest—only bloodshed and the most primal violence.

"Flash Telecom is here!"

"Holy shit, where'd this big black rat come from?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rumble!!

"Fuck! It's about to collapse! Ren Tou Gou, fall back!"

"Go, go, go!"

A group of them frantically hauled motorcycles out from behind a small mound, mounted them one after another, and sped off in a cloud of dust.

All that remained was the base behind them, with no one left to escape.

A long trail of gray dust stretched across the Gobi.

"Chuang! How many did you take out?!"

"Zhao Xin! Definitely more than you!"

"Heh, alright. I'll buy you a drink when we get back."

"Haha, your word!"

Their voices gradually faded over the Gobi.

Black Star Building.

"I think the military has enough training personnel now. I shouldn't need to go over there anymore."

"How is our overseas business doing now?"

"Relying on anime culture in places like Neon and Bangzi, we've successfully entered the market. It's expected to bring in a five-percent return. However, our operations in the Imperial Graveyard region and the territories of several other major powers are still not going smoothly."

"It's fine. Haven't we already sent the Extreme Warriors to the Imperial Graveyard? Before long, I think we'll be able to carve out a foothold there and establish a more secure foundation."

"As for the other major powers, ignore them for now."

"Yes. The orders have been issued."

Extreme Warriors and Their Foundation: Dawn Alliance

"How are Liu Chuang and Zhao Xin doing in the Graveyard region?"

Han Fei leaned back in his executive chair, sipping black tea as he looked over the endless buildings beneath Sky-Piercing Building.

Black Star's data stream was displayed on the computer.

"The two adapted quickly as captains. They have already completed several destruction missions. Aside from a minor accident during the first one, the rest were completed very well."

"Mm. How many Extreme Warriors do we have now?"

"We have three hundred official members, which meets the requirements. There are eight hundred reserve members currently in training, and another two thousand seven hundred and three volunteers undergoing physical examinations."

"There is currently ample capacity for equipment production, so supplies can be maintained normally."

Extreme Warriors.

Han Fei's major undertaking.

A genetic serum developed in 2011.

Over this period, it had been continuously produced and put into practical use.

Of course, taking environmental factors into account, Han Fei had placed the warriors and the serum production base in a hidden location along a border likely to spark disputes between two small countries.

Extreme Warriors had to pass assessments.

Every warrior had been selected by company personnel under Black Star's guidance as a suitable candidate.

They were gathered together, then given ideological instruction, combat training, and Eight Extremes Heaven body-forging technique practice. Only after passing the assessments would they be injected with the serum, strengthening their bodies to their individual physical peaks.

And the warriors' weapons were far from simple.

They were all products of Han Fei's advanced research over the years.

They included his own creations: compact energy shields, laser firearms, sonic jammers, New Titanium Alloy armor, New Titanium Alloy scimitars, nitrogen-boosted combat boots, as well as ordinary equipment such as various grenades.

There were also projects developed in cooperation with Dukao.

Special foods capable of replenishing large amounts of energy, a special high-explosive bomb, injections that accelerated physical recovery, and so on.

Most of them were for logistics.

It could be said that a seven-man squad of Extreme Warriors had a high chance of wiping out an entire battalion of several hundred men.

Such individual combat power was already top-tier in the pre-nuclear era.

"If the replicated genetic serum could reach the original version's level of breaking through the limits of human potential, then wiping out an entire regiment—or even more—would be possible. What a pity."

Han Fei shook his head regretfully.

After obtaining something like that genetic serum, he had never drawn anything similar again, which had always been a great regret to him.

Because of the training period.

These warriors had only completed their training over the past month and officially begun carrying out missions.

As for Liu Chuang and Zhao Xin, Han Fei had practically kicked them into it.

Although neither of them had activated their genes or been injected with the Blood Orchid Potion, perhaps because of their genetic makeup, they progressed rapidly in their cultivation of Eight Extremes Heaven and were no weaker than those Extreme Warriors.

With their powerful technological weaponry and equipment, as well as the life-saving measures Han Fei had specially prepared for them, it could be said that their safety was assured.

After training at the base under such conditions, the two of them had each become squad leaders.

Each commanding six people.

They had already completed several missions.

Their personalities had also undergone profound changes.

Once they awakened their genes in the future, they presumably would not be too panicked or overwhelmed. They had already become warriors ahead of time, saving them the time needed to adapt. They would likely perform more like true soldiers.

Moreover, he had caused such a huge stir by using technology beyond what was publicly available. Someone would definitely...

As for the actions of those factions, Han Fei had basically anticipated them all.

But it did not matter.

He had already made the appropriate preparations.

For example, potions that could slightly extend one's lifespan—byproducts of the Blood Orchid Potion—potions capable of treating certain terminal illnesses, or vast amounts of money and votes, compromising evidence on political opponents...

So he did not take it to heart at all.

His opponents had always been aliens!