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3: Chapter 3 Auspicious Omens Descend! A Miracle of Life from the ICU to the Border PostThe director’s intuition was correct; the night sky of Huaxia had indeed changed.

If anyone looked up at the sky now, they would discover that the cloud layer, originally tinged red by city neon lights, was undergoing a bizarre yet grand qualitative change. It was as if someone in the Nine Heavens had overturned Lord Lao’s Pill Furnace, and scalding purple-gold flowing light was spreading frantically along the texture of the clouds.

At first, it was just a faint tint, but in less than half a minute, the entire sea of clouds over Huaxia was completely ignited. That color was hard to describe in words; it was neither a simple purple nor a tacky gold, but a kind of ”Auspicious Qi” so heavy it made one want to prostrate in worship, yet so warm it brought tears to one’s eyes.

The air was no longer dry and hot, but instead became viscous and moist. With every breath, the lungs felt as comfortable as if they had been smoothed out by an iron.

...

Beijing, Union Hospital.

The automatic doors of the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) were tightly shut. Several men in military uniforms sat on the benches outside, the gold stars on their epaulets appearing somewhat dim under the pale corridor lights. Their backs were ramrod straight, but the fatigue between their brows could not be hidden—the marks of staying up for several nights in a row.

The old man inside was a titan in the field of nuclear energy in Longxia Country. For the latest controllable fusion reactor project, he had disregarded the limits of his body and lifespan, always fighting on the front lines, and had finally overdrawn his last drop of lifeblood.

Just half an hour ago, the attending physician had already issued a notice of critical illness—multiple organ failure; it would likely be tonight.

”Beep— Beep— Beep—”

The monotonous sound of the monitor drifted faintly through the thick glass, each pulse feeling like it was stepping on everyone’s heartstrings.

Inside the ward, a group of experts surrounded the bed, their expressions solemn.

”Blood oxygen saturation is still dropping; it’s already fallen below 80.”

”Was the adrenaline administered?”

”Twice, no response. The myocardium... can hardly withstand any more stimulation.”

The attending physician, Wang Hongliang, took off his glasses, rubbed his aching eyes, and let out a long breath of turbid air. He had practiced medicine for forty years and was used to life and death, but at this moment, his heart still felt stifled. If it were just an ordinary old man, it would be one thing, but the person lying on that bed held the energy lifeline of Longxia Country for the next fifty years in his head.

This wasn’t just the death of one person; this was the collapse of a pillar of the nation.

”Notify the family and the Chief,” Wang Hongliang said, his voice hoarse.

The head nurse nodded, her eyes rimmed with red.

Just then, the operating room suddenly lit up.

At first, it was just a glimmer with a faint purple tint. Then, the light grew brighter, yet it wasn’t piercing; instead, it was as soft as a cluster of dissolving clouds.

”Why are the lights so bright tonight?” a nurse muttered subconsciously.

Before her words had even landed, the monitor suddenly emitted a sharp ”Beep—”.

Wang Hongliang’s heart skipped a beat. Was he gone already?

He abruptly turned his head to look at the screen.

He saw the green electrocardiogram, which had been nearly a flat line, suddenly lurch upward as if someone had yanked it, creating a massive peak!

”Heart rate... the heart rate is recovering?! 60... 70... 80?!” the doctor monitoring the equipment shouted in shock.

”Not just the heart rate! Look at the blood oxygen!”

On the screen, the blood oxygen saturation value was jumping frantically: 85%... 92%... 98%!

Those were the values of a healthy young person!

Wang Hongliang felt his scalp go numb. He lunged to the bedside, grabbed his stethoscope, and pressed it against the old man’s chest.

Thump, thump, thump.

Strong and powerful, with a steady rhythm. This was not the heart of a dying man; it sounded even healthier than his own, and he was a director who often stayed up late!

”This... how is this possible?” Wang Hongliang was dumbfounded. He watched as the old man’s face, originally as grey and ashen as paper, turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his shriveled, sunken cheeks seemed to fill out slightly.

The old man on the bed had his eyelashes quiver slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, time in the ward seemed to stand still.

The old man looked around blankly at the stunned white-coated figures and spoke with some confusion. Though his voice was weak, it was full of vigor: ”Little Wang... why do I feel... a bit hungry? Is there still millet porridge in the cafeteria?”

The stethoscope in Wang Hongliang’s hand hit the floor with a ”clatter.”

His hands trembled, his lips quivered for a long time, and tears burst from his eyes: ”I’ll go get it right now! Right now! Add sugar! Add two eggs!”

...

At the same moment, a hundred kilometers north of Lingnan, in the B-grade dungeon area codenamed ”Wild Boar Forest.”

Boom!

An Elite-grade Black-skinned Wild Boar, as tall as a two-story building, was panting heavily, shredded meat hanging from its tusks. Opposite it, a five-person hunter team had reached their limit.

The Shield Warrior’s heavy shield had split into three pieces, and his left arm hung limp; the Mage’s face was deathly pale, his Mana long since bottomed out, clutching the last bottle of Mana Potion, reluctant to drink it; the Priest girl was crying even harder, her staff already snapped, unable to squeeze out a single drop of healing.

”Captain, let’s retreat!” the Mage shouted in despair. ”If we don’t run now, we’re all going to die here!”

Who could have guessed they only intended to farm some Materials on the outskirts, yet encountered an Elite Wild Boar out for a meal?

”Run my ass!” The captain was a bearded hunk, the edge of his greatsword already chipped. ”Old Third’s leg is broken, how can he run? Let’s fight this beast to the end! Even if I die, I’ll knock out two of its teeth!”

The Elite Wild Boar seemed to understand human speech. A hint of playful cruelty flashed in its eyes as it scraped the ground with its hind hooves, preparing for the final charge.

An aura of despair enveloped the team.

At this critical juncture, the sky changed.

Dense purple Qi seeped out from the Void Realm without warning, ignoring the dungeon’s barrier rules, and poured directly into everyone’s crown.

The Mage, who was about to drink the potion for a desperate struggle, suddenly felt a ”buzz” in his head. The intense headache from Mana exhaustion vanished instantly. Following that, he felt his Dantian as if it were connected to a fire hose, with violent magic power pouring in as if it cost nothing.

[Mana recovery... 100%... 150%... 200% (Overflow State)!]

”Holy crap?!”

The Mage shuddered as if struck by lightning. Looking at the potion in his hand he hadn’t drunk yet, he threw it on the ground.

”Captain! Get out of the way!”

The captain was about to take the boar’s charge with his face. Hearing this, he subconsciously rolled to the side.

He saw that Mage—who was usually stingy and would calculate the mana cost for half a day just to cast a Fireball—now bathed in purple light like an erupting humanoid volcano. He held his hands high, and on each of his ten fingers sat a washbasin-sized Exploding Fireball.

”You like charging, huh? You like eating meat, huh?!”

The Mage laughed wildly, purple flames burning in his eyes.

”Go to hell, you pig head! Fireball! Chain Fireballs! Greater Fireball! Super Fireball! Eat them all, damn it!”

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Dense explosions echoed through the mountain forest, the firelight lighting up the dark night like broad daylight.

The poor Elite Wild Boar didn’t even have time to scream before it was blasted into a roasted suckling pig by this overwhelming firepower coverage.

The smoke cleared.

The five team members looked at each other.

The Priest girl looked at her body, which was filled to the brim with energy, then at the Shield Warrior who didn’t even have a scar left on him, and asked blankly: ”Did we just... collectively go berserk? Will there be any side effects?”

The captain swallowed hard, feeling the power still surging continuously within him. He looked up at the purple clouds in the sky.

”Don’t be silly. This must be a manifestation of the gods.”

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