[{"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-80":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},2315130,4527,"Chapter 80","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>At the teasing from Guo Jing and Nie Huaishang, they sheepishly scratched their heads—marriage was far too sudden for these naive young men, who had barely managed to feed themselves, let alone start a family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now things were different: they had cattle and sheep at home, served as apprentices under the shaman, gradually becoming men with awareness and great ability, and their future now held real hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, I didn’t mean to spoil everyone’s mood, but this matter is too important to stay silent,” Nie Huaishang said, sighing deeply and making the soldiers anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just tell us what the Shaman has to say—if not for you, we wouldn’t even be able to feed ourselves and our mothers, let alone marry. If you ask, we’ll charge through fire and knives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Shaman, who dared provoke you? Just name them, and we’ll wipe them out right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hundred soldiers shouted in unison, vying to prove their loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, I accompanied our tribe’s chieftain to the tribal alliance meeting. The chieftains of other tribes were furious about our freeing slaves and distributing cattle and sheep. They demanded we take back all the cattle and sheep we gave out, recapture every freed slave, and restore human sacrifice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Nie Huaishang finished speaking, the entire camp fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Haming stood up—the newly married man, once so resolute, now choked with tears: “Why? Shaman, why do these outsiders dare interfere in our affairs? What did giving us cattle and sheep do to them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of the cattle and sheep his family had just received, now forced to surrender—his heart ached with unbearable reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s simple: because our tribe distributed cattle and sheep, the herders of other tribes feel unfairly treated by comparison. In their words, these lowly creatures have become unmanageable—they used to hand over newborn lambs without question, but now they haggle. They used to feed soldiers one full meal before battle and get them to die for free; now they think the lords give too little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of this is our fault. If not for us, their herders would obediently hand over newborn lambs. If not for us, they’d only need to feed soldiers one meal to make them die for plunder—money, grain, women. If not for us, their herders would accept their lords’ gifts with gratitude, not whine like ungrateful wolves about insufficient rewards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang spoke calmly, without emotion—but sometimes, no grand speech is needed to stir the heart, for what he described was what they had lived through since birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those memories still burned deep in their minds; happiness had lasted barely a month and a half. They had begun to forget, but when Nie Huaishang brought it up again, the pain surged like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of returning to a life worse than pigs or dogs, many broke into sobs. Then, some soldiers with red, tear-filled eyes turned to the still-calm Guo Jing and Nie Huaishang and asked: “Shaman Nie, Shaman Guo, will you really take back the cattle and sheep? Will you really turn free herders back into slaves? Will you resume sacrificing dozens of herders each year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither answered directly. Nie Huaishang countered: “Do you want to give back the cattle and sheep? Would you let yourselves or your families become slaves? Would you accept being executed without cause under the guise of sacrifice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone exchanged glances. Then, a man named Hamuhe raised his hand: “Shaman, you decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t ask me to decide,” Guo Jing cut in harshly before Hamuhe finished. “Ask yourselves. Decide for yourselves. Even if only one of you refuses to become a slave or give back the cattle, we will stand with that one. Even if other tribes send men to boil us alive in a giant pot, we will stand firm beside him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because in our eyes, you are never lowly. As herders, you deserve your own cattle and sheep. You are not dogs, expected to die for a single bone. You are children of the Eternal Sky. The Eternal Sky placed you in this world not to be beaten and humiliated. You are men with dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing clenched his fists so tightly his fingernails dug into his palms, as if squeezing out every ounce of rage and helplessness. His eyes reddened, tears streaming uncontrollably—each drop a condemnation of this age. He loathed this era that turned men numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning a vibrant soul, radiant like the rising sun, into a groveling, tail-wagging dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell us,” Guo Jing shouted, “do you want it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Their collective roar crashed like thunder across heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course they didn’t want it—not even for death. After tasting what it meant to be human, how could they willingly become dogs again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Since none of you want it, I ask: what if other tribes unite to destroy us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we fight. We’re not afraid of death. If my death ensures my family’s happiness, I’ll die gladly,” Hamshi cried, face flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! We’re not afraid of death. If they come to steal our cattle and sheep, we’ll cut off their heads with our sabers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d like to see if noble lords’ necks bleed when cut by our sabers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing nodded. “Your courage in facing death as if returning home is admirable. But have you considered this? Our tribe has only five hundred soldiers. The combined forces of the other Tatar tribes number tens of thousands. How do we fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we herders will fight too. We won’t let our cattle and sheep be taken, nor our families turned to slaves. We can ride, we can shoot arrows, we can cut down enemies with our sabers.” At that moment, those who handled supplies, made feed, and forged livestock tools all rose together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had once been slaves of the tribe. After Nie Huaishang and Guo Jing granted them freedom, they kept them on to teach knowledge, and during the pastoral reforms, they received their own cattle and sheep. They, too, refused to return to the old life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even counting everyone in our tribe—your underage brothers, your newly married wives, your frail mothers who can barely walk—we’re still vastly outnumbered,” Guo Jing replied calmly, refuting the supply officer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supply officer didn’t get angry—he asked humbly: “Shaman Guo, you’re a man of great ability. You must have a way to turn defeat into victory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do have a way,” Guo Jing said gravely. “I will unite all those who are oppressed and exploited.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1081,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b412ceb766c6d550a25d422ff9048f79513c93eb2d350bba71bef955dc753549","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-81","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-79",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]