The new chief combat officer was a sharp, calculating man.
When his predecessor had collapsed and been carried away, he had wasted no time in claiming the vacant position.
His first order to the special forces was unexpected:
"Stop the offensive. I'll go to the forest road myself."
One of the soldiers gaped at him.
"Are you joking? Sam is classified as an extremely dangerous entity!"
"That's exactly why I want to make contact," the officer replied smoothly. "Didn't you notice? Even when Sam attacked, he didn't kill any soldiers—he only incapacitated them."
Fresh reports confirmed it. The soldiers' biological signatures still registered on sonar. None of them had vanished from the system.
That could mean only one thing: Sam had deliberately pulled his punches.
The "attack" was a calculated display—meant to intimidate, to demonstrate his power, and to increase his bargaining leverage.
As for the danger… the new combat officer knew that everything in his line of work carried risk. If he could stabilize the volatile situation between Sam and the alien robots, his own position would be untouchable. No one could remove him.
There was an old Eastern saying: Use barbarians to control barbarians.
If Sam truly possessed extraordinary powers, why not use him as a weapon against the alien threat?
Forest Road in the Mountains
Sam leaned casually against Bumblebee's Camaro form, a faint smile on his lips. The night was calm, but his mind was alight with the thrill of victory.
A hundred fully armed special forces soldiers had been taken down by him alone. Once, he could never have imagined such a thing.
"Next," he mused aloud, "we'll prepare sacrifices. I wonder if the gods will take a liking to these living machines."
He gazed up at the dazzling sea of stars overhead, waiting for the person whose arrival could change the fate of the world.
Wanjie Chat Group
Demon Hunter: "@Blond Boy Sam. Well, kid? Problem solved?"
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "As long as he used meditation, things should be under control."
Blond Boy Sam: "It's done. I've captured the big guy. Planning to make a sacrifice in a few days. This power… it's insane. I feel like I've become Thor!"
Ninth Uncle – Slayer of Demons: "Watch your words. That's divine power you're wielding. Do you really think you're worthy of calling yourself a god?"
Li Er: "I wouldn't dare call myself a god. Sam, if you keep talking like that, you might regret it."
Blond Boy Sam: "Right… sorry. My bad, it's just my mouth running off again."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Focus on learning the basics first—start with preaching. But honestly, your world's situation is similar to Chu Xuanfeng's. If you can take over the head of your federation, spreading your faith will be easy."
Dashan Chu: "In a modern information-driven society, as long as the leaders agree, preaching is simple."
Blond Boy Sam: "Brother Chu, where are you preaching now?"
Sadly Reminds Lao Gao: "This guy's already preaching in the starry sky, and he's about to head to another world."
Blond Boy Sam: "…Really? But there's no oxygen in space."
Demon Hunter: "Idiot. You're already otherworldly—what use is oxygen to you?"
Sam paused, realization dawning. Yes… he wasn't a god, but he was no longer just human. He had become something in-between—a being halfway between man and god.
Blond Boy Sam: "Then… does that mean I can live forever?"
For Peace: "God once said: He who believes in Me will have eternal life. Got it?"
Sadly Reminds Lao Gao: "Less time asking questions, more time learning how to preach. Preaching is the most powerful weapon you have."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "If you can spread your sect's faith from Earth to the farthest stars, you could even visit Li Shimin."
Blond Boy Sam: "I'll work hard. It's amazing… I'll never have to worry about sickness or dying of old age again."
Queen of Vampires: "Immortality's nothing special. We vampires can live indefinitely by drinking blood."
Ninth Uncle – Slayer of Demons: "Wrong. I've studied the intel you provided—vampires may not die, but they still age slowly. Hundreds of years might be long for humans, but thousands? Entirely different."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Exactly. Serena, your vision is too narrow. Hundreds or even thousands of years are nothing. Look at me—my soul has existed for millennia. That's immortality."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Every world has its own versions of immortals. Take Sam's world—the mechanical lifeforms here can last ages, but even they will eventually succumb to time's erosion."
For Peace: "Time is the greatest enemy of all things. In Constantine's world, even Lucifer, who's existed for millennia, cannot escape it."
Young Master Murong: "Forget Lucifer. He's nothing compared to Lady Kaguya."
Kaguya, after all, could command time and space itself.
In that sense, gods were beings untouched by the flow of years. And as believers, they would be shielded by divine power from time's decay.
Blond Boy Sam: "You're getting too deep for me. Let's talk later—the person I've been waiting for is here."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Ask me anything, anytime. I'll always be around."
Tanjiro: "Same here!"
Transformers World
The chief combat officer arrived under heavy guard, surrounded by soldiers.
He was a handsome man with a slightly hooked nose, smiling pleasantly without a hint of aggression.
"You must be Mr. Sam," he greeted. "I'm the new chief combat officer. I'm very sorry for all that's happened to you."
"Let's skip the small talk," Sam said bluntly. "I have only one question for you—do you want extraordinary power?"
The officer had prepared countless lines, over thirty negotiation strategies… but facing Sam, all of them evaporated.
Extraordinary power. The words alone struck straight to the core of his desire.
Who wouldn't want the kind of overwhelming strength Sam possessed? Of course, there would be a cost—but that could be considered later.
"I wonder," the officer said carefully, "what Mr. Sam requires in return?"
It was a clever reply—he didn't admit to wanting power outright, but his meaning was clear, and it left Sam with a good impression.
Sam's lips curved into a faint smile. "Transform," he ordered.
With the sound of shifting metal, Bumblebee transformed into his robot form and dropped to one knee before Sam.
Before the officer could react, Sam raised his hand to the heavens.
The clear night sky boiled with wind and thunder, and a ten-meter sword of pure lightning materialized in his grasp.
"Understand this," Sam said. "I'm just a messenger of God. I spread His doctrine, and those who join our sect will have eternal life, free from all disease.
Even aliens must bow to His power."
The soldiers fell to the ground in awe. They could see it clearly now—this was not power they could oppose.
And Sam's display was far from over.
With a shout, he rose into the air, soaring toward a distant mountain. He swung his massive lightning blade in a single horizontal cut.
The heavens lit up as the mountain's peak was sheared clean off.
The chief combat officer bowed his head, lips pressed tightly together.
Too dangerous… a being like this actually exists in our world.
But along with the fear came opportunity.
"You truly are the messenger of your sect," the officer said finally. "No wonder you command such power. What does your sect require?"
"A sample of alien creatures," Sam replied without hesitation, "and… a large number of believers."
"You mean you want to recruit?"
"Yes. Anyone can join."
Sam landed, his confidence radiating. With strength like this, he knew the politicians and soldiers would fall in line.
"The second request is easy enough," the officer said cautiously, "but the first is beyond my jurisdiction."
Sam arched an eyebrow. "Sir, when you have power like mine, do you really need to think about jurisdiction?"
He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. "Even the most advanced weapons can't harm me. And God requires sacrifices—many of them. He will descend to this world and spread His power."
The words sent a ripple of unease through the crowd. God—alive? And coming here?
If that were true… if even His messenger was this strong… then the God Himself would be beyond comprehension.
"How powerful is your God?" the officer asked, his face pale.
"I don't know," Sam admitted. "But one divine envoy can cross hundreds of millions of stars in less than a second, and a mere pet can tear the earth open and take to the skies. That pet is a dragon that roams the cosmos."
The female secretary standing beside the officer fainted outright. Several staff members followed her to the ground, unable to withstand the weight of the revelation.
The officer grasped Sam's hand with something like desperation. "You… you'd really invite me into your sect?"
"This is the Eternal Meditation," Sam said. "I'll give you three hours. I'll wait here. The power of God is within it."
With that, he turned and left.
The officer hesitated, staring at the burning treeline in the distance. After a long moment, he gritted his teeth. "I want power too."
Three hours later, outside Bumblebee's car, the chief combat officer knelt on the ground.
"Master Sam, I'm here."
"How's your thinking? Are you willing to share information?"
"Yes," the officer said, eyes wild with fervor. "The power of God has made me stronger than I ever dreamed—and it's shown me that the world must change!"
Sam smiled.
Hooked. The first fanatic… secured.