Dawn of a New Era

Chapter 669 643: Farewell, Mysterious Man

Zhang Simin comes from the Central Army Group and is the youngest vice admiral of Great Xia Country. His resume is brilliant, having participated in or commanded several battles, and his own strength has reached the peak of a martial artist.

With a tall and towering figure, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face, any casual photo of him can serve as a model for soldiers.

A person like this naturally possesses a determination and confidence that ordinary people find hard to match.

But at this moment, facing the imminent meeting with Chen Shouyi, even the strongest and most resilient mindset evaporates. As they say, a famous person casts a long shadow. For this human God of Martial Arts, whose power rivals that of the Barbarian God, to be honest, unless necessary, he really doesn't want to interact.

The pressure is too great, like an ant dealing with an elephant, there's an unavoidable sense of anxiety that he could be crushed at any moment. By comparison, it's much more relaxed dealing with the president; at least the latter doesn't bring a sense of life-threatening danger.

He finished a cigarette, tossed the butt away, and quickly walked toward the truck ahead.

...

Chen Shouyi chatted with his parents for a while before seeing a soldier come over to report that the commander sought a visit.

He nodded, jumped out of the car, and saw Zhang Simin already respectfully standing below: "Commander Zhang, what brings you to me?"

"General Manager Chen, please just call me Lao Zhang. I'm here to ask about the situation outside," Zhang Simin smiled and tried to ask in a casual tone, feeling somewhat awkward all over.

"You mean security issues? I feel there's no need for a guard, the war has temporarily ended," Chen Shouyi said as he walked.

Zhang Simin fell half a step behind, closely following: "Do you know what happened?"

"I fought with Him and injured Him, so He retreated!" Chen Shouyi stated honestly.

"In... injured!" Zhang Simin's lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he swallowed a mouthful of scalding hot water.

This isn't just any random creature.

This is the Lord of Lightning, a Barbarian God at the top of another world.

For this war, humanity used every power available, nearly exhausting all nuclear reserves, and even gathered elites ready to flee to another world if the situation went south.

But the result...

The Lord of Lightning was injured by General Manager Chen.

What a... damn.

Chen Shouyi didn't mind that the other's expression became somewhat twisted with shock; he had seen such reactions many times and was used to them, thinking nothing of it. He said calmly, "Of course, I don't know the specifics either. The Lord of Lightning is extremely terrifying. This time, I only managed because He was careless. Next time, I don't think He will be fooled again."

Zhang Simin listened until his scalp tingled, and he became disoriented, barely able to stand.

When Chen Shouyi saw the other staying silent for a long time, he felt a bit uninterested: "Alright, that's the general situation. Go ahead and get busy!"

Zhang Simin came back to his senses and instinctively gave a military salute: "Yes, General Manager Chen."

...

The gloom over the camp dissipated, and it bustled with activity.

Chen Shouyi found peace, and a few hours later, with the nuclear landmines removed at the passage entrance, his family left the base by car.

With the news of the Barbarian God's retreat, Zhonghai City erupted like a hurricane. The entire city boiled over, and countless citizens emerged from air raid shelters, some excitedly waving their arms, others sobbing uncontrollably.

Over the past few days, the clouds of war had loomed over the city—tense, oppressive, fearful, and uneasy. It was as if everyone had been strung tight like a taut string, and at this moment, they were all released, unable to contain their excitement.

Chen Xingyue lay by the window looking outside, then suddenly turned and asked, "Brother, did you really drive away the Barbarian God?"

Chen Shouyi relaxed back in his seat, a slight smile on his lips, and replied with a "Hmm" upon hearing the question.

Chen Xingyue's lips twitched slightly. She had just asked casually: "Brother, don't you want to save face?"

"Why do I need face?"

Father Chen and Mrs. Chen watched with smiling faces as the siblings bickered.

Chen Xingyue felt her heart constrict and was too lazy to bother with her unscrupulous brother. She greedily watched the scene outside the window. Just a few hours ago, she thought she'd never be able to come back again. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, still unable to believe: "Brother, is the war really over?"

"It's over. You've asked several times already," Chen Shouyi said. In fact, he knew in his heart that this was only temporary peace.

The car moved slowly through the crowd, stopping and going.

"Gurgle!"

Chen Shouyi felt a strong hunger again. His cells were rapidly dividing to restore the depleted body.

Even after filling his stomach an hour ago, he immediately felt hungry again. He said, "Mom, Dad, you continue riding in the car; I'll get out and walk around."

The car quickly stopped.

He opened the door and got out, squeezing through the crowded throng, and checked his status panel.

Strength: 23.2-3.4

Agility: 23.2

Constitution: 23.3

Intelligence: 23.1

Perception: 21.9

Will: 22.1

Energy Accumulation: 51.56

Faith Value: 198.4.

"My strength has actually decreased by 3.4 points; no wonder I feel so weak." He looked at his skinny arms and thought to himself.

However, apart from strength, nothing else had diminished; will had even increased by 0.2 points. After all, agility and constitution are not much related to physical weakness, and perception and will aren't correlated.

He didn't mind; he estimated he would recover in a few days.

He walked to a deserted corner and wolfed down a piece of Divine Flesh, gobbling five or six pounds in a row before the hunger in his stomach gradually subsided.

To him now, the Divine Flesh with weak divine power is just ordinary food to satisfy hunger.

"Chen Shouyi!" A voice said faintly behind him at this moment.

When did they get here?

He abruptly turned around and saw a young man in black quietly standing behind him. The familiar face sent a chill down his spine:

"Is it you?"

The visitor was none other than the mysterious person who had given the prophecy to humanity.

"Fate is like a fog, filled with countless possibilities. I gazed into fate, yet I did not know that I, too, was within the vortex of fate!" The young man had a faint smile on his lips, but his face showed no trace of mirth, carrying a hint of indifference: "We meet again, the mightiest of humanity?"

So much talking; it seems like he's not here to kill me.

Chen Shouyi calmed down inside and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

"You only need to know that we are not enemies. Without me, do you think this war would have ended so quickly, or that you'd still be standing here alive?"

"Did you kill the Lord of Lightning?" Chen Shouyi asked.

The youth's face showed a slight hint of unease at these words: "Battle is not my forte, and the Lord of Lightning, as a powerful combat deity, is not so easily killed."

Chen Shouyi breathed a sigh of relief; the young man seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "But killing you would still be quite easy."

Chen Shouyi's heart skipped a beat, so he changed the topic: "You're not here just to say these things, are you?"

"I came to remind you and your humans: the Lord of Lightning is already very weak. Don't give Him the chance to recover. Next time, you humans won't be so lucky. With billions of followers, ha, it won't take long before He becomes the only Supreme God of Tamu," the mysterious person said with a faint smile, his face tinged with seriousness.

ps: Asking for that thing, ah.