[{"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-98":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},2315148,4527,"Chapter 98","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-98",98,"\u003Cp>Borjigit had known Temujin since early childhood; they met when they were both thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, Temujin’s father had died, and his uncle’s family had driven them out of the Tatar tribe; they survived with barely any livestock left, and Temujin’s horses had been stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This loss was unimaginable for his family; Temujin mounted a horse to chase the horse thieves, and along the way he met Borjigit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Temujin asked about the thieves’ direction, Borjigit readily agreed—but then asked, “There are probably seven or eight thieves, and you’re alone. What can you do if you catch up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin replied confidently, “I may not have the strength to fight eight men, but I have a mind stronger than the combined minds of dozens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moved by the boy’s confidence, Borjigit asked to join him in retrieving the horses. At sunset, they reached a group of villagers and saw Temujin’s horses grazing near the camp. Temujin said, “Friend, stay here—I’ll drive the horses out.” Borjigit replied, “I came with you; how could I stay behind?” They rode in together and drove the horses out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many others chased after them. A man on a white horse, holding a lasso, rode ahead. Borjigit said to Temujin, “Friend, give me your bow and arrow—I’ll shoot him!” Temujin said, “I fear you’ll be hurt on my account—I’ll shoot him myself.” Then Temujin turned to face the pursuer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of the boy drawing his bow and driving back the crowd still lingered before his eyes; even then, he felt this boy was worth following for a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he became obsessed with archery; if he could shoot far and accurately enough, one man could drive off seven or eight—or even twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was among the greatest archers on the steppe, confident few could shoot farther or truer than he—but in the Revolution Army’s crushing defeat of the tribal alliance, he saw over ten thousand men who shot farther than he ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they weren’t as accurate as he was, they shot faster; while he drew, aimed, and fired one arrow, they had already fired ten. Borjigit knew the world couldn’t hold so many men who shot farther than he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only reason they shot farther was because of their special weapon—the gun. To get one, he was willing to come to this tribe himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first gripped the gun and pulled the trigger, firing his first bullet, only he knew the surge of excitement within him; this weapon was clearly made for archers like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, the gun recoiled sharply when fired—but compared to the strength required to draw and hold a bow, that recoil was negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he trained with this weapon for a few days, he could easily kill enemies six hundred paces away—but six hundred paces was the limit of Borjigit’s vision, not the limit of the Type 56.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Type 56 could fire bullets two thousand paces, and anyone hit within fifteen hundred meters would be killed or severely wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader was furious at Borjigit for firing without permission—but after seeing his target score, he wasn’t angry at all; instead, he used his own allowance to treat the whole squad to a good meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the meal, the squad leader noticed Borjigit’s love for guns and suggested he enter the army-wide shooting competition; the winner would receive a prize personally awarded by Comrade Nie—apparently a gun better than the Type 56, equipped with an optical device to see farther, allowing a master marksman to kill enemies beyond fifteen hundred meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the prize was such a divine weapon, Borjigit felt his blood boil; fifteen hundred meters away—truly, he could kill enemies unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Temujin and his group all signed up. Temujin had no intention of entering—he’d met Nie Huaishang—but his squad leader signed him up without asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpless, Temujin pretended to be too nervous, missed several shots, and withdrew—but the squad leader didn’t scold him; instead, he comforted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borjigit, Hobol, Jirgal, and Subutai, however, shone brilliantly in the sniping competition; after a few days of practice, all could hit targets beyond six hundred paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, six hundred paces only guaranteed a hit; only Borjigit, the top archer, maintained ten-ring scores. As the elimination rounds progressed, they faced true masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the top hundred, Jirgal was eliminated by a burly man named Zhi’erhuo’aidai, who raised his hand and declared to the referee, “Don’t waste time or bullets—move the target to seven hundred paces. If anyone matches my score, I’ll surrender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven hundred paces? Are you sure?” the referee asked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’m sure. I’ve watched your matches—honestly, your scores don’t deserve the guns you’re holding,” Zhi’erhuo’aidai sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you boasting about? We can do the same!” Jirgal retorted angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, then let’s try,” Zhi’erhuo’aidai said with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the target was placed at seven hundred paces, Jirgal could barely make out a tiny black dot—he could barely hit it at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jirgal took a deep breath and fired ten shots in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report: ten shots all on target, total fifty rings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the score, Jirgal exhaled in relief; it was a personal best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, this score is acceptable—but far from true mastery,” the man said, then raised his rifle and fired ten rounds in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar came the trembling voice of the target reporter: “Report: ten shots all on target, total… total one hundred rings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee leapt to his feet in disbelief, ordered the target paper brought forward—and when he saw ten perfect ten-ring holes, he was utterly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the referee, but Jirgal too was stunned; one hundred rings at seven hundred paces—was this man even human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disheartened by his elimination, Jirgal was comforted by Borjigit and Subutai, who each patted his shoulder: “So you lost? Who beat you? We’ll eliminate him for you and avenge you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jirgal pushed them away, weary: “It’s not that. I’m discouraged because none of these men may be a match for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he really that strong?” Borjigit asked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One hundred rings at seven hundred paces—do you think he’s strong?” Jirgal shot Borjigit a look.\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d7d12c7dc737d5672691440ba0ff1abfc513164f084c88c0c2cb4b3757e6b4f2","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-99","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-97",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]