[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From Special Forces to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315150,4527,"Chapter 100: Rebirth","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan never expected that such a brief conversation would shake them to their cores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we seven weren't occupied with urgent matters, we would truly go meet your Comrade Nie and Comrade Guo,\" Ke Zhen'e sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what urgent matter do you have? Maybe we can all help you,” the man asked warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, friend,” Ke Zhen’e first bowed in gratitude, then said: “It’s like this—our friend was murdered by villains; his widow, six months pregnant, was taken captive. We’ve been tracking them, mother and child. The mother’s name is Li Ping; if the child is a boy, he should be named Guo Jing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say? What’s the mother’s name? What’s the son’s name?” The man’s eyes widened as he listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People around them turned to stare. Ke Zhen’e, hearing the man’s tone, knew instantly he recognized the names—he quickly added: “The mother’s name is Li Ping, the son’s name is Guo Jing. Do you know them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course I know!\" someone in the crowd shouted. \"Guo Jing is the Comrade Guo I just mentioned. Li Ping is his mother—our Women’s Federation chair, Sister Li.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan froze, their expressions tinged with disappointment. Six years ago, Li Ping was still pregnant; Guo Jing was barely six. How could he have risen from nothing to lead a tribe of tens of thousands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had searched for six full years—they would not give up until the very end—and followed the crowd to the Women’s Federation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Women’s Federation’s full name was the Women’s United Revolutionary Committee, established after the revolutionary base was founded to guarantee gender equality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet among nomadic tribes, women’s status was even lower than among agrarian societies—otherwise, sons wouldn’t marry their stepmothers after their father’s death, or younger brothers marry their elder brother’s widow, treating women as mere breeding vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Li Ping was made chair: the grassland men didn’t value women at all; if anyone else took the post, trouble would arise every other day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Li Ping’s identity as Guo Jing’s mother, combined with her naturally fierce temperament, could suppress all petty schemers. She actually hated the duties her son and nephew had arranged for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, her education barely reached literacy—she understood nothing. How could she hold office? But fortunately, Nie Huaishang had written out exact tasks for her—she just had to follow the list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reluctantly, Li Ping was pushed into the role—and to her surprise, helping women gradually raise their status gave her an unprecedented sense of fulfillment. Now, Li Ping was growing more and more enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by the crowd, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan arrived at the Women’s United Revolutionary Committee. The slogan “Women Hold Up Half the Sky” stood out boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the podium, Li Ping held a simple loudspeaker and shouted: “Comrades, women of our base! This is our newly developed flying shuttle—a shuttle with small wheels mounted on a track, springs at both ends to make it zip back and forth at incredible speed, greatly increasing our weaving efficiency. Men are stronger and can do more labor to earn money, but our hands are more dexterous—we earn no less than they do. While they fight on the battlefield, we manage everything at home. Women hold up half the sky!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she finished, the crowd erupted in cheers. After speaking, Li Ping stepped down from the podium. Her secretary, Hai Lanshi, approached and said: “Chairwoman Li, seven people are here to see you. They seem to be from your hometown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hai Lanshi described the seven men’s appearances. Li Ping immediately recalled the seven who had argued with Qiu Daochang at Fahua Temple—and later came to rescue her. She never imagined they’d traveled all the way from Jiangnan to this desert land. She sighed and stepped outside to meet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone saw at once—it was the woman once kidnapped by Duan Tiande. Upon seeing the Seven Freaks, Li Ping ordered food prepared and hosted them inside a Mongolian yurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the meal, the seven explained their purpose. Ke Zhen’e sighed: “Back then, we seven made a pact with Qiu Daochang—we’d each search for the widows of the Guo and Yang families, take them as disciples, and meet again in eighteen years at Nanhu in Jiaxing. Who knew that in just six years, Guo Jing had built such a foundation? How could we, mere commoners, dare take him as a disciple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not true, Elder Ke,” said a young man entering the tent—his face gentle as if molded for compliance, his attire refined and tasteful: Nie Huaishang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, seven great heroes, let me introduce you—this is Nie Huaishang, Guo Jing’s brother. Without his ideas, Ajing could never have established this base,” Li Ping quickly introduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven bowed in unison. Ke Zhen’e asked: “What did you mean just now, saying ‘that’s not true’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From one perspective, without the Main God, Guo Jing would still be just an ordinary child. In the original timeline, you already took him as your disciple. Knowing Brother Guo as I do, he would have recognized you as his masters.” Nie Huaishang spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seven Freaks were even more confused—what was this “Main God”? What “original timeline”? They didn’t understand a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Nie Huaishang said next confused them further—“ Lunhuizhe ” becoming the Main God, traveling through countless worlds. The seven didn’t believe a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang glanced at them and said: “I know you don’t believe me. Here—let me show you something big. Elder Ke, dare I examine your eyes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.” Though Ke Zhen’e didn’t understand, he still leaned his face forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other six watched nervously as Nie Huaishang’s hands glowed red. He pressed them against Ke Zhen’e’s eyes. In that instant, Ke Zhen’e’s eyelids were gently covered. An indescribable itch, like wildfire, surged wildly through his eyelids. For the first time in his life, he felt this sensation—as if his once-dead eyes were undergoing the agony of dead flesh reborn, like new sprouts bursting through soil, bursting with vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the unbearable itch faded, Ke Zhen’e cautiously opened his eyes. He was stunned to see a young figure standing quietly before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ke Zhen’e could see. He rubbed his eyes, turned his gaze to the other side, and asked Zhu Cong among the seven: “You’re my second brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Cong stared at the eyeballs in Ke Zhen’e’s sockets, speechless with shock. When he saw his own reflection in Ke Zhen’e’s pupils, he asked: “You can see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! I really can see! I really can see!” Ke Zhen’e, usually so stern and steady, like an unshakable mountain, now seemed to shed every burden. He grinned like a child, his eyes sparkling with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He danced wildly, as if wanting to share this joy with the entire world—arms flailing, feet leaping, his figure vivid and alive beneath the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Ke Zhen’e was no longer the composed elder—he was a child lost in pure delight.\u003C\u002Fp>",1169,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b3ada428538a578aa6781c32aca432123bf7285b2ac70925b97de00362afa232","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-101","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-99",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]