[{"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-129":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},2315179,4527,"Chapter 129: Coup","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-129",129,"\u003Cp>“Wanyan Honglie, have you come today to kill me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Jing’s gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed intently on the son before him. At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless regret—regret that he had not mustered the resolve to execute this rebellious son long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, I am not merely your subject, but also your son. How could I ever dare to rebel? I have come merely to purge the villains corrupting your court.” Wanyan Honglie spoke with righteous indignation, yet it only made Wanyan Jing laugh bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruler who had governed the Jin for decades now regarded his son with a faint, mocking smile, his eyes drifting lazily over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then tell me, my loyal son, exactly who these traitors and villains are that you intend to eliminate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who else in this Great Jin could be a greater rebel than you, who led troops into the imperial palace to threaten your own father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Third Prince of the Great Jin has been misled by Zhang Chu’an and Zhang Xiaofan, who have seized land from landlords, seized their property, and murdered those who petitioned against them. To govern the realm, one must place the people first—yet the scholar-gentry are the foremost of the four classes. Will you wait until the people’s hearts are utterly lost and the scholar-gentry drive us out before you act?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The scholar-gentry recognize us, these barbarians from beyond the passes, as their masters only out of fear of our swords. They dare not rebel against the Great Jin.” Wanyan Jing sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they dare not, then how could I have brought troops into your palace, Father? Now, all of Zhongdu is under my control.” Upon hearing this, Wanyan Jing clenched his teeth in fury: “I never thought these dogs would turn and bite their master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet Honglie, the military power of the Great Jin still rests in the hands of the Wanyan clan. What you’ve done will surely provoke their retaliation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Wanyan Jing stared silently at Wanyan Honglie, searching his son’s face for any trace of fear. Yet to his disappointment, Wanyan Honglie’s expression remained unchanged, revealing not the slightest hint of unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, I now control all of Zhongdu. The families and dependents of those generals are in my hands—they dare not move. Second, I must eliminate the villains within the court.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s face was as cold as ice, radiating an unyielding resolve. He knew that once he stepped onto this thorny political path, there could be no turning back. In this ruthless struggle for power, he must show merciless decisiveness—allowing no weakness, no hesitation. He understood: only thus could he survive this brutal contest and claim everything he desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhongdu was now shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of terror. Vast armies surged into the city like a tidal wave, their overwhelming might instilling dread. Citizens cowered in their homes, terrified that even the faintest sound might draw the cold gaze of soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The troops advanced like a breaking dam, charging straight for Wanyan Hongxi’s mansion. Blood filled the air; screams of slaughter rose in waves. Soldiers swung swords and blades without mercy, unleashing a brutal massacre. Blood soaked every inch of the grounds; the air reeked of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this massacre, not one of Wanyan Hongxi’s family or servants survived. Their cries and pleas echoed through the mansion, yet they could not move the soldiers’ stone hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his lifelong companions slaughtered one by one, Wanyan Hongxi’s mind shattered. He could not believe that in the Great Jin, someone would dare treat him—the son of the Jin Emperor, the noble Third Prince—this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who I am? I am a Prince of the Great Jin! You will be executed along with your nine clans for this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before his stern rebuke, the arriving soldiers exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with hesitation and fear. But this brief pause was swiftly shattered by cold reality. One soldier hardened his heart, drew his sharp blade, and plunged it without hesitation into Wanyan Hongxi’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, searing pain spread through his entire body; he trembled uncontrollably. He struggled, but it was too late. Slowly, his body grew stiff, like a block of ice, heavy and still, lying in a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding soldiers watched him fade, their faces filled with contempt. One even spat on his face, as if mocking his helplessness and misery. The spittle landed cold and biting upon his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he lay in the blood, life draining from his body. His eyes grew hollow and vacant, while the soldiers stood nearby, cold and indifferent—as if none of this had anything to do with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these soldiers, such massacres were a wild feast. Like starving wolves, they stormed the prince’s mansion, greedily scouring every corner, determined to seize every last coin. In their eyes, the mansion’s wealth was an endless treasure—once seen, never let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those women who had once been lofty, worthy only of distant admiration, now became their objects of brutal violation. They trampled their dignity without mercy, treating them as playthings. To these soldiers, the noble princesses and maids were no longer human—they were mere sacrifices to satisfy their beastly lusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mansions of Zhongdu, one bloody massacre followed another, horrifying all who witnessed. Wanyan Honglie, once the gentle prince, now stood resolute, his eyes gleaming with cold fury. His mind held but one thought: in this power struggle, only he would survive. All others—brothers, allies, confidants—must become stepping stones to his triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not only kill his brothers who vied for the throne—he would exterminate every last soul of those two traitors, Zhang Chu’an and Zhang Xiaofan, and their entire households.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloody massacre lasted until dawn, when the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds and fell upon Zhongdu, now a river of blood. The sun, a symbol of warmth, now shone with cruel brilliance, illuminating the horrific scenes with unbearable clarity. Blood had pooled into streams across the ground, like scars upon the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Wanyan Honglie paid it no mind. His hunger for power surpassed all moral restraint. To him, rivers of blood and mountains of corpses were but trivial costs on the path to supreme authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he gazed upon the blood-red Zhongdu, he nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhongdu is now as it should be. Those two traitors must be dead by now. It is time for the soldiers to bring me their heads.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e53fa21f4954d04fb63f16a0a9d206724470faad217d113a8ddc40d8bce6f03c","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-130","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-128",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]