Swallowing the Stars: Becoming a God Starting with a Hundred Generations of Talent

Lu Yun's mind raced.

For a planetary-level powerhouse, killing him is merely a matter of a single thought.

He bowed slightly: "Senior Zhu happy."

Zhu happy smiled and pointed to the aircraft above: "Want to come aboard and chat?"

Lu Yun did not hesitate at all.

"it is good."

He pushed off with his feet, and his whole body shot into the sky like a cannonball, landing precisely in the open hatch.

Zhu happy's eyes showed even more admiration, and in a flash, he returned to the cabin.

Inside the aircraft, the ride was as smooth as walking on flat ground.

Outside the porthole, the earth transformed into a blurry streak of light, rushing past.

"To save a few unrelated people, I lost my entire backpack full of materials." Zhu happy's voice was casual. "Feeling the pinch?"

Lu Yun looked at him and nodded frankly: "It pains me."

Zhu happy was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, good! That's frank enough!" His admiration was undisguised. "I like your frankness."

As soon as the laughter subsided, Zhu happy's gaze became more serious.

"Don't worry. The country will not let you down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aircraft slowed down.

Below, the city of Jiangnan is ablaze with the lights of countless homes.

The aircraft hovered silently atop a skyscraper, the hatch slid open, and the city's night breeze rushed in.

Lu Yun stood up and bowed slightly to Zhu happy.

Zhu happy simply waved his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased.

Lu Yun said no more, took a step, and landed lightly on the rooftop.

He had barely steadied himself when the aircraft behind him transformed into a black shadow and vanished into the night without a trace.

Lu Yun stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the bustling city below.

The scent of civilization washed over me, dispelling the blood and gore of the wilderness.

...

The following morning, a somber message was broadcast on the morning news, casting a shadow over the entire country.

Jiangnan TV, 7 AM.

The female news anchor, with a solemn expression and a heavy voice, delivered an urgent news report:

"...According to our station, last night, the military detected a rare 'Level 3 rat infestation' near the ruins of City 023. This rat infestation is unprecedented in scale, affecting an area of ​​over 300 kilometers..."

The footage captured by a drone high in the air on the large screen behind her was chilling.

It was a boundless black ocean, a torrent of billions of monstrous rats that was swallowing the earth.

The dilapidated buildings and hard rocks were all devoured and reduced to dust by the rats.

The sense of destruction that could be felt even through the screen made all the viewers' hearts tighten.

"...More than seventy martial arts squads have lost contact. According to the casualty report jointly released by the two martial arts schools, it has been confirmed that...more than three hundred warrior-level and forty-two general-level martial artists have perished."

The female anchor took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly:

"Even more tragically, our country's 'Giant Axe' warrior Niu Li sacrificed himself while covering the retreat of an elite squad, surrounded by a swarm of rats."

The God of War has fallen!

The news struck the nation like a thunderbolt, plunging countless people into shock and grief.

How could the pillars of humanity fall to a tiny swarm of rats? This was something many people found hard to accept.

……

Inside a private room of an upscale teahouse in a villa community.

Since Lu Yun became a martial artist, the Lu and Meng families have been interacting more and more frequently.

At this moment, the LCD screen in the private room is playing this heart-wrenching news.

……

At the same time, in Yangzhong Satellite City, at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

The office of Chief Instructor Jiang Nian was filled with smoke. He and Xu Hu stared silently at the screen on the wall.

"Damn it," Xu Hu, the burly man, cursed under his breath, his fists clenching silently.

"The God of War, Niu Li... I saw him at headquarters a few years ago, he was as strong as an iron tower." Xu Hu's voice was a little hoarse. "Such a strong man, gone just like that."

Jiang Nian didn't say a word, but stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The somber atmosphere in the news reports did not last long.

In the video, the female anchor took a deep breath, her solemn face straining to convey a hint of excitement, before changing the subject:

"However, amidst this immense grief, we also see the brilliance of heroes! In the face of disaster, there are always those who step forward!"

"Frontline footage transmitted by the military shows that in the heart of the rat swarm outbreak, an eighteen-year-old martial artist single-handedly rescued a nearly wiped-out squad from an endless horde of rats!"

The scene shifts, and the footage captured by the high-altitude drone quickly zooms in, locking onto the black ocean.

Ten streaks of dark light, like the scythe of death, darted through the impenetrable swarm of rats at high speed, tearing open a hundred-meter-long passage of flesh and blood.

Wherever the dark light passed, hordes of strange rats exploded into a bloody mist, their killing efficiency astonishingly high.

Immediately afterwards, a young figure escorted the surviving team, successfully breaking through the lifeline.

The camera gave him a close-up; although slightly blurry, his young and calm face was clearly discernible.

"...After verification, this hero's name is Lu Yun, a newly registered martial artist at the Jiangnan Base City Extreme Martial Arts Academy, who has been registered for less than a year."

"After a joint assessment by several War God-level councilors," the female anchor's voice suddenly rose, "Lu Yun's strength displayed in battle... has already reached the War God level! A War God-level mentalist at only eighteen years old!"

……

The private room in the teahouse was deathly silent.

Mengde, who had just been full of vigor and talking at length, froze in mid-air with his hand holding the teacup.

His brother-in-law, Meng Wei, stared wide-eyed at the familiar face on the screen, unable to utter a sound.

Meng Fan was struck dumb, completely stunned.

Lu Yun?

A War God-level...psychic?!

How is this possible?!

At the Meng family's table, everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their expressions identically blank.

The previous lively atmosphere vanished completely, leaving only an indescribable absurdity.

At another table, Lu Yun's family was also deeply shocked.

Mother Wen Lan's face first turned deathly pale, then an unnatural blush rose to her cheeks. She covered her mouth and murmured, "Xiao Yun...didn't he say he was going out to train with an experienced team...?"

Father Lu Jianguo suddenly stood up, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

He remained silent, but his tiger-like eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. All his restraint and caution were washed away by boundless pride at that moment.

The older sister, Lu Fang, had the most complex reaction.

She stared at her younger brother on the screen, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar, her mind going blank.

The boy who needed her to bail him out at the dinner table a year ago, a somewhat introverted and self-conscious young man... has now become a hero admired by all, even attracting the attention of the God of War?

"My brother..." Lu Fang murmured absentmindedly, "...is he the God of War?"

Yangzhong Satellite City, Extreme Martial Arts School.

The office was filled with smoke.

Jiang Nian and Xu Hu, two burly men, stood motionless like two stone statues, staring at the screen on the wall.

"Old Jiang..." Xu Hu's voice was extremely hoarse, "Did I hear that right?"

Jiang Nian did not answer. He slowly raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the screen again, as if trying to etch that figure into his mind.

The glaring red text at the bottom of the screen—【Eighteen-year-old War God-level Mentalist, the Hope Star of Humanity!】—mercilessly assaulted his understanding.

A war god! And an invincible mental master of his rank!

After a long while, Jiang Nian managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "You heard me right."

"Damn!" Xu Hu jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth in the office like a caged beast, his face filled with absurdity and shock. "God of War... damn it, it's God of War!"

The previous conversation spontaneously came to mind for both of them.

"We misjudged him..."

It's ruined?

He secluded himself for a year and became a war god!

Lack of drive?

On his first mission, he dared to single-handedly charge into a level-three rat swarm!

"He rejected the Rock Squad, saying he had his own cultivation plan..." Jiang Nian's face showed an extremely complicated bitter smile. "So, this was his plan all along."

Jiang Nian let out a long breath of stale air. After the huge shock, he was overwhelmed with uncontrollable ecstasy.

"Our Jiangnan Base City, our Extreme Martial Arts Academy," he said, emphasizing each word, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "has produced a true... prodigy!"

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