The old man's name was Liu Wanjun. He was less than a meter tall, looked very unassuming, and could easily be lost in a crowd. But beneath that ordinary appearance, his life was nothing short of legendary.
In his youth, Liu Wanjun was brave and fierce. He joined the military and excelled, consistently placing in the top three during annual competitions in his military region. Later, he was sent on a mission abroad, where he became deeply enamored with the thrill of the battlefield. When his unit returned, Liu Wanjun made the bold decision to retire and headed to the most chaotic regions overseas, becoming a mercenary, a lone wolf among warriors.
He spent seven or eight years as a mercenary, eventually earning a formidable reputation under the codename "Lone Eagle."
But during one fateful mission, his mercenary unit was wiped out, leaving Liu Wanjun severely injured. Shrapnel had damaged his lungs, making strenuous activity impossible. He returned to China, hiding away his illustrious past, and began living the life of an ordinary man.
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Who would've thought that an empty-nester could turn out to be a former mercenary? Wang Yan felt like his luck had truly run out.
Indeed, not every elderly person is a gentle grandparent.
You never know what extraordinary soul lies beneath those wrinkles and that frail exterior!
Liu Wanjun's incredible life story immediately earned Wang Yan's respect.
Mercenaries, firefights, smuggling rings, international crime bosses…
This old man must have access to a wealth of resources!
Wang Yan's mind raced with possibilities. He couldn't help but ask excitedly, "Master Liu, after all those years as a mercenary, can you still get your hands on a gun?"
"What do you think?" Liu Wanjun snapped out of his nostalgic reverie, squinting at Wang Yan with an amused, almost mocking expression. "Don't you know how things are in our country? It's been over forty years since I left the battlefield. All my old comrades are dead…"
Wang Yan's dream bubble burst. "So, you're just a lonely old man now?" he huffed, annoyed. "Where's all that superior attitude coming from, then?"
"Right here, and right here," Liu Wanjun replied, pointing first to his heart, then to his head, adopting the air of a wise master.
Exhausting!
Wang Yan started to understand why the old man preferred solitude. Perhaps it wasn't that Liu Wanjun was withdrawn—it was that he looked down on those around him.
The old man's thoughts were fresh and unique, operating on a different wavelength from everyone else.
As Wang Yan thought of Li Zhan, who was busy getting drunk with the non-chief, and compared him to this proud, arrogant old man who had once dreamed of exploring another world with a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but worry about the future of his planet. With such a group of misfits, his World Tree might not grow straight after all!
Time to act!
Wang Yan silently granted Liu Wanjun two abilities: the immortal body and spiritual resonance.
If you want the horse to run, you've got to feed it. Wang Yan understood that much.
This was his first time granting abilities to someone else, so he observed Liu Wanjun closely for any changes.
The effect of the immortal body was immediate.
With a scream, Liu Wanjun tore open his pajama top as two small pieces of shrapnel were pushed out of his chest. The bleeding wounds then healed quickly.
Liu Wanjun's face regained color, and while his appearance remained old, his physical fitness had clearly improved. He even performed a full set of martial arts moves, finishing without breaking a sweat.
As he closed his fists and savored the changes in his body, Liu Wanjun's eyes filled with tears. "I thought I was done for, but now… I never expected to recover like this. Heaven hasn't forsaken me!"
"Uh, Master Liu, you're thanking the wrong person," Wang Yan interrupted with a roll of his eyes. "It wasn't Heaven—it was me who gave you those abilities."
"I know," Liu Wanjun replied indifferently, glancing at Wang Yan without a trace of gratitude.
Wang Yan felt a wave of frustration. Maybe I should just get rid of him!
People can be such a pain. This old man isn't nearly as endearing as the bootlicking Li Zhan!
Taking a deep breath, Wang Yan managed to calm himself. "Master Liu, I've explained everything to you. This world is vast. Pick a place to settle down, and I'll ensure you have a peaceful sunset here."
With his expectations for Liu Wanjun dashed, Wang Yan didn't waste any more time.
"Are there any white people?" Liu Wanjun asked, his lower lip curling in a smirk.
The old fox still has a plan!
Wang Yan could tell exactly what the old man wanted from the look in his eyes. His heart twitched as he gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, there are."
"Send me to a white tribe, then. Don't worry about me!" The rejuvenated old man waved his hand grandly, making his decision.
Does the immortal body even restore those abilities?
And his preferences… European and American, huh?
Wang Yan sneered internally but agreed to the old man's request. As long as he's productive, I'll just consider it a form of genetic diversity for the primitive society.
Wang Yan had made up his mind.
As for supplies?
What supplies? Does an old man like him really need supplies?
I'd be underestimating him if I did!
Feeling slighted, Wang Yan didn't even bother mentioning the supplies or offering to change the old man's pajamas. With the immortal body, he won't die. Let him figure things out on his own!
Wang Yan selected a medium-sized white tribe from the planetary map and promptly dispatched the old man there.
Out of sight, out of mind. Once the old man was gone, Wang Yan's restless heart finally calmed down.
However, Liu Wanjun's words continued to gnaw at him. Should I really bring some beauties over here for fun?
With my abilities, picking up girls would be a breeze!
Wang Yan absently touched his face. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the female doctor he was supposed to meet tomorrow. She was quite pretty in her photo.
It's been so long since I've been single that I've nearly forgotten how to deal with women.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yan found himself looking forward to tomorrow's meeting.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Wang Yan put those distractions aside and resumed his patrol of the planet.
In the Caesar tribe, the primitive people were still struggling with their pen and paper.
Caesar and Wu Zhu, who had recently been appointed as class monitors, were happily feasting on gourmet treats in the square. They were too busy filling their bellies to remember that they were supposed to be studying.
As for Li Zhan in the Arthur tribe?
His drunken stupor had worn off.
At this moment, he was sitting blankly in his tent, looking at the beautiful brown-skinned woman lying beside him, then down at himself, with a look of utter despair.
Observing everything happening on his planet, Wang Yan let out a long sigh. I shouldn't think too much. The development of this planet is a long road ahead.