Martian mutation

Dust swirled across the red earth, the sky almost entirely black, with only a few seemingly not-so-distant planets looming motionless high above. The blue planet closest to the horizon was breathtakingly beautiful, its handsome form seemingly within reach, yet it was a past deeply contaminated by nuclear radiation. It served as a living history textbook, a constant reminder of lost memories.

However, Lieutenant General Han Lie had no time to appreciate the scenery outside the car window. He was driving his maglev car at breakneck speed through the vast outer desert, the road home, the link between the two giant glass capsules, the only passage from the Second Administrative Region of Mars to the Thirty-First Inhabited Region.

Humanity had migrated to Mars nearly a century ago, and Han Lie's generation's memories of Earth came entirely from movies, textbooks, and the blue dream they saw every day when they looked up. It was so close, yet so far. The devastating nuclear war that erupted years ago had severely contaminated the entire Earth, causing the death of ninety percent of humanity. Of those who miraculously survived, only a portion successfully reached Mars. The rest, before being redeemed, underwent nuclear mutations and could no longer identify as human. This beautiful planet is now hell. The towering monuments of human civilization, once so magnificent, have been overgrown with moss and teeming with deadly mutant bacteria and organisms over the decades, transforming into ghost towns that no one can approach.

The Martians possess the most crucial space technology, yet humanity's millennia-long history and civilization have been forgotten on that dead planet. For decades, the government has continuously sent expeditions to Earth to try and salvage some of the glorious historical evidence, but 60% of the expeditions never return, and those that do often bring back very little data. Amidst the desolate, dark

red landscape, the maglev car continues its journey. Lieutenant General Han Lie, who drives the car, had just turned thirty a few days ago. His handsome face, with its thick beard, possesses the ruggedness and coldness of a soldier, yet a captivating fire of excitement flickers in his eyes. His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, but couldn't hide the barely perceptible smug smile at the corner of his mouth. The continuous experiments of the past two months had paid off today; the project he was in charge of was smoothly moving to the next stage.

Ten months ago, the 12th Earth Survey Team, having miraculously returned, brought back an ancient book. Preliminary carbon dating revealed that the book's worn, yellowed pages were nearly three thousand years old. The book was found in an ancient tomb that had surfaced due to a nuclear explosion. Although it had been exposed to light, the intricate and treacherous mechanisms within the tomb still easily claimed the lives of half the survey team members. The 12th Earth Survey Team's target this time was Earth 1a, the ancient "China." This ancient book was discovered in a place formerly known as "Luoyang.

" Ancient "China" used a unique pictographic script. Fifty years after humanity fled to Mars, very few people remained who could use this script. Although the database contained information on this script, unlike any other human script, it was extremely difficult to decipher, posing a significant challenge to the entire leadership. It took three whole months, employing the most linguistically proficient experts and the most advanced computers on Mars, to finally decipher this ancient book.

What they found shocked the entire planet.

According to the book, in ancient "China," a group of mutant male humans briefly appeared. These humans possessed physiques and muscle development far beyond the imagination of people at the time; even their genitals and testicles grew to an astonishing size. These mutant males had strength, physical endurance, and even recovery speed far exceeding that of ordinary humans—they were practically a perfect evolutionary version. However, they had a major flaw and two fatal weaknesses: due to saturated testosterone, these mutant males had abnormally high libido, and were extremely aggressive and violent, making them difficult to control in society. Their fatal weaknesses lay in their abnormally large testicles and extremely soft anus—the two areas on these mutant males with the slowest recovery and greatest vulnerability. Ancient texts describe the brief reign of this strange race over "China," only to vanish within a few decades. The frequent appearances of robust corpses with crushed testicles persisted until the race disappeared without a trace.

This was only the first half of the text. The Martians, initially shocked by this bizarre tale, paid little attention, assuming it was merely a legend. However, when the second half was deciphered, the Martian leadership immediately suppressed all information.

The first page of the second half bore four large characters written in human blood: "Blazing Sun Divine Skill."

Chinese culture has long held legends of Qigong, but with the advancement of steam technology, Western civilization repeatedly denied its existence. Yet, centuries later, when Martians reinterpreted this legend using cutting-edge technology, everything changed. Just as the cosmos was inexplicable before the advent of telescopes, Western civilization, before colonizing Mars, had overlooked the plausibility of "Qigong."

The principle behind the Blazing Sun Divine Skill is both incredibly simple and incredibly complex. It's a marvelous qigong technique that combines self-hypnosis, neurology, and biology. The so-called acupoints are actually key nerve glands in the body, while meridians are the nerve or hormone pathways themselves. Simply put, the Blazing Sun Divine Skill uses strong willpower to self-hypnotize and activate several key nerve glands ("gathering qi" at a specific acupoint), triggering an abnormal secretion of hormones that adjusts the body's balance and growth. Hormone secretion doesn't always directly stimulate growth, just as eating a lot of protein won't build muscle without exercise. Therefore, the Blazing Sun Divine Skill also includes daily physical training, including masturbation, because orgasm triggers the secretion of specific hormones, stimulating the sexual organs and promoting growth. This sounds simple, yet humanity has long failed to discover its secrets because this process cannot be deduced in reverse; we know a spoonful of river water will eventually flow into the sea, but no one knows which river a spoonful of seawater came from. The human body has tens of thousands of nerves, and the secretion and pathways of glands are impossible to fully predict. Different nerves connect to different muscles, organs, or glands, and each stimulus requires specific information, a specific method, and a specific time to be successfully activated. Once activated, the secreted hormones must be used within a specific environment and timeframe to achieve their effect. The complexity of this entire system is enough to require all the high-end computers on Mars to run day and night for 500 years to find a single path. The fact that the ancient Chinese civilization possessed such detailed illustrated guidance thousands of years ago is astonishing!

Although everything remains shrouded in mystery, the fact remains that this priceless treasure is before us. People immediately began using high technology to try and replicate the cultivation process of the Blazing Sun Divine Skill, replacing the so-called "true qi" with artificial voltage, directly stimulating various nerve glands according to the instructions in the ancient text. Sure enough, within just two months, hundreds of muscular, abnormally large men with powerful genitals emerged from the army volunteers.

However, people could not stop there. The ancient text detailed the negative effects of this mutation, and these negative effects had to be eliminated.

Drugs to enhance rational thinking and methods to control anger and impulses were developed years ago, so these are not problems. However, the mutated male soldiers have abnormally high libido, which has been unsuccessfully suppressed in numerous experiments. If these strong men cannot reach orgasm for several consecutive days, no amount of medication can prevent their descent into sanity. But this is actually easy to solve—the military has enacted a new law requiring all mutated strongmen to achieve orgasm daily; if they cannot have intercourse with others, they must masturbate.

The first real challenge was increasing the strength of the mutated muscular men's testicles. Their testicles, abnormally enlarged after the mutation, produced an astonishing amount of semen daily, and these two swollen testicles were also their fatal weakness. Attempts to strengthen this sensitive area began with direct injection of drugs into the testicles; however, this method was completely unsuccessful—Lieutenant General Han Lie, who was in charge of the project, had witnessed many of these incredibly strong men screaming in agony as their testicles were punctured and burst. Next, they tried injecting the drug into the testicles through the men's vaginas, but this also failed—Han Lie had witnessed the naked, muscular bodies convulsing violently at the moment the testicles exploded. A chance encounter led scientists to a rather comical solution: ejaculating more than 10 times a day could alleviate the immense pressure on the large testicles caused by semen; ejaculating more than 20 times a day would make these men's testicles, while still abnormally large, similar to those of ordinary men, and not overly fragile. A new problem arose: if one had to ejaculate more than 20 times a day, wouldn't that mean spending over ten hours masturbating? The military's solution was practical: every night before bed, all the mutated strongmen had to wear specially designed peristaltic sheaths on their enormous genitals, causing them to ejaculate repeatedly during their sleep. If you were to inspect the military camp at night, you would hear rough or rapid breathing and muffled groans. Entering these strongmen's dormitories, you would find these burly, muscular men occasionally convulsing. The second problem wasn't so difficult. Strengthening the anus and intestines had been invented long ago, but it hadn't been used on humans. Long ago on Earth, people in various Eastern countries developed a procedure to better and more conveniently consume Zhu's large intestine. A thick, drug-coated special stick was inserted into the fleshy Zhu's intestines through the anus, repeatedly thrusting in and out, allowing the drug to fully penetrate the intestines while also strengthening the intestinal walls and increasing their flexibility. After a month of this treatment, the meat-eating chub will no longer defecate; all waste will be excreted as liquid through its bladder. Simultaneously, its intestinal self-repair capabilities will be enhanced dozens of times due to the drug's effects. Farm workers only need to insert their hands into the anus, pull out a section of intestine from the inside, cut off another section, sew up the wound, and push it back into the body. Within just two days, the meat-eating chub's intestines will have repaired themselves. This way, edible large intestines can be obtained without killing the chub, requiring no cleaning—both humane and practical. However, this procedure has a side effect: the highly targeted stimulation of the intestines causes nerve relocation in the meat-eating chub. If their intestines are not treated promptly, these chub may even go on a hunger strike. Scientists have long believed that this process could be directly transplanted into humans. Mutated strongmen already possess strong recovery abilities, and the strategy of repeatedly strengthening intestinal repair capabilities is very suitable for this population. As for ceasing to defecate, while there are no direct benefits, there are also no direct drawbacks. One officer pointed out that for soldiers, not needing to defecate meant their intestines could be used to store essential rations and bottled water for survival in the field, greatly enhancing the survivability of field troops without hindering their mobility. Scientists predicted that a large number of sexual pleasure nerves might be transplanted to the anus and intestinal wall after the modification, and the officers thought this was also feasible—the mutated soldiers would ejaculate more than 20 times a day to ensure the safety of their testicles, so wouldn't having so many different orgasms from multiple directions be beneficial for survival? Thus

, one by one, strong, muscular men were modified. Every day, they had to come to the laboratory, take off their pants, and squat down in a row, naked from the waist down with their muscular legs spread wide. Large, specially made rod-like instruments would relentlessly insert into and pull out of the center of their rounded buttocks, a process that would last for eight hours each day. In the early stages of the transformation, these burly men screamed and wept every time the thick rod was forcefully thrust into their anuses. The sticky, brownish-yellow feces were spurted out by the massive rod, either spraying out or flowing down their strong thighs, causing extreme disgust and utter humiliation. One unfortunate lieutenant, having eaten too much the day before, had his feces directly forced into his stomach by the rod—a wave of nausea washed over him, and he began to vomit, large chunks of repulsive excrement gushing from his mouth and nose. Keep in mind, scientists were observing them through glass windows; being forced to defecate by a large rod every day was an extreme torment to these strong men's spirits and self-esteem. After each day's transformation, the scientists avoided the stench-filled laboratory, instead sending out rarely used robots to clean it.

However, towards the end of the transformation, the situation changed completely. The screams filling the room gradually turned into low groans, and it was common for the burly men to ejaculate with trembling cries as they were penetrated by the sticks. Their intestines would no longer contain feces; instead, large amounts of clear, viscous semen would be expelled by the thick sticks.

The successful intestinal modification marked humanity's mastery of this mutation method, signifying the birth of a new type of human, and even more so, the successful completion of Lieutenant General Han Lie's mission. The ambitious Han Lie was very satisfied with the result, but he couldn't stop there—it was indeed a good thing that the army had mastered this new mutation method, but if this mutant could make some military contributions to prove itself, then Han Lie's contribution would naturally be even greater.

Lieutenant General Han Lie couldn't help but smile smugly in the maglev car. His sexy lips curled slightly upwards, and a flame burned in his bright, eagle-like eyes. He already had a plan; now it was just a matter of implementation.

Chapter Two: The Ascension of Gods

. Major General Chris felt almost exhausted, and he kept falling on his way back to his dormitory. The intestinal modification process was nearing its end. He'd been fucked and ejaculated over a dozen times during today's modification, and he was really struggling to keep up. "Damn it, I shouldn't have worn a condom last night..." he cursed inwardly.

Six months ago, news that shocked the entire planet Mars arrived. A new human modification procedure had been successfully completed. The modified men would gain strength and physical recovery speed dozens of times greater than before—a truly astonishing leap. Lieutenant General Han Lie, in charge of the project, then proposed modifying another batch of soldiers and sending them to Earth for unprecedented large-scale exploration. The high command almost unanimously approved the proposal; they wanted to see what these modified humans could actually do. Thus, over three hundred soldiers, including Han Lie himself, began the second wave of modification procedures.

This second wave of modified individuals were carefully selected elites, ranging from privates to commanders, engineers to doctors. The modified humans' powerful recovery abilities and resistance allowed them to withstand the remaining strong nuclear radiation on Earth—an astonishing leap forward. This was why Lieutenant General Han Lie proposed sending a three-hundred-strong force to Earth.

Chris couldn't help but sigh. Han Lie and he were childhood friends, and their relationship had always been very close. But Han Lie had already risen to the rank of lieutenant general, while he was still a major general, which inevitably made him feel a little lost. Actually, the rank itself wasn't a big deal to him; it was just that he couldn't help but feel the distance between him and his friend starting to grow. He had joined the army following in Han Lie's footsteps; they had grown up together and fought side by side in the military for many years. Now, the growing distance between them made him feel emotionally uneasy.

On second thought, there was nothing he could do about it. Han Lie had always been very ambitious and could always be ruthless in his actions, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself. Such a person should be called a "tyrant," right? As for himself, he was always indecisive and hesitant at crucial moments, so naturally, he climbed slower than Han Lie over time.

He sighed again, and before he knew it, he had reached the dormitory.

"What's with the sigh, kid? Didn't you get enough of being fucked by a stick today? Want me to give you some extra fun, haha?" A rough but somewhat lewd voice said.

Chris didn't need to look up to know it was Oriel, his roommate. This guy was a veteran; while he was loyal, he was always reckless and outspoken, relying on his seniority. In short, he was a burly, uncouth man. "My back hurts, buddy, no jokes," Chris sighed again.

Oriel watched the handsome, blond, blue-eyed man limp into the room with a teasing look. He wasn't joking; since the transformation began, he hadn't touched a woman, not even a man. The hormones after the transformation made him incredibly irritable. If this handsome young man didn't have a higher rank than him, he would have raped him dozens of times by now.

"Hehe, want me to give you a massage?" Aurel asked with a lewd grin.

Chris walked to the bed, lay down on it, and ignored him. Aurel chuckled awkwardly, feeling bored, and went for a walk outside the dormitory.

During the reformation process, more than three hundred strong men had been living in a military camp for several months. Most of them didn't know each other, and the painful reformation process they went through every day had made these men lower their guard. Every night after their reformation, the atmosphere in the military camp was as relaxed as a summer camp.

Aurel walked towards the campfire in the center of the military camp, saw a familiar figure, and walked over with a wicked grin and a nonchalant attitude.

"Hehe, doctor, my dick's a bit sore, could you take a look?" Dr. Lance, reading by the campfire, replied coldly without looking up, "Go back and put on a condom." Auriel grinned and leaned closer, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "Hey, don't be like that. We meet naked every day, what's there to be shy about? Let's have some fun..." Hearing this, Dr. Lance immediately remembered this guy standing right next to him this morning when he'd been fucked until he ejaculated! He blushed instantly, his expression growing even colder. Lance looked up, his cold eyes fixed on Auriel.

To be honest, Auriel was quite masculine. His dark skin and more muscular physique after the modifications gave him a mature, sexy charm. But the thought of his usual rude behavior filled Lance with disgust. This was a modification, a legitimate medical procedure to enhance his physical functions, and he despised this man who only knew lust. Auriel

shivered; Dr. Lance's gaze was sharp as a knife. "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore." He quickly took a step back and awkwardly walked in another direction. "Damn it, I'll have to wear a condom again tonight," he cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

In the military camp, all sorts of men were busy with their own things. They had all been transformed into strong and powerful physiques, possessing various advantages that other humans could only dream of, yet their differences outweighed their similarities. In a few days, their transformations would be completed, and they would usher in a new chapter in their lives. After all, this military camp was just a transit point. Somewhere in the military camp, Lieutenant General Han Lie was working hard on the final military plans. This exploration mission was extremely important for humanity and for his career. He had to sleep only two hours a day to work intensively. Of course, from time to time, his hand holding the pen would suddenly tremble, and his brows would furrow into a knot on his sexy face—even if he worked without sleeping, he would still have to ejaculate 20 times a day, and the condom had to be worn on time, no matter what he did. Every detail, these 300 men adapted in their own way.

Transporting 300 strong men from Mars to Earth was no easy task. Since arriving on Mars, the largest Earth exploration team had only consisted of a dozen or so people. Although technology wasn't the problem—humans had conducted large-scale explorations from Mars to Venus, Mercury, and even Callisto—Earth's conditions were clearly different from other planets.

Earth was home to life—dangerous life mutated by nuclear radiation. Any bacteria from Earth, if accidentally brought back to Mars, could quickly wipe out humanity. No matter how sophisticated or meticulous the disinfection, it couldn't prevent the possibility of bacteria being carried over. Therefore, exploration missions to Earth had always been extremely costly—the spaceships to Earth were abandoned upon landing, and the exploration team members would conduct very brief activities on the ground. Before the spaceship arrived on Earth, another unmanned spaceship was deployed first. The two spaceships were very close, and after a short exploration period, the team members boarded the second spaceship to return home. The second unmanned spacecraft was thoroughly disinfected and completely sealed within a fixed timeframe. Its journey from Mars through space, through Earth's atmosphere, and onto land was entirely independent of the outside world. The moment the seal was broken was calculated to the millisecond, and the team members had to strictly adhere to the time limits. Every procedure and path, from disembarking from the first spacecraft to boarding the second for return, was meticulously planned in advance. Current technology could only guarantee the spacecraft's immunity to any biological invasion for one hour after unsealing. Team members were rigorously disinfected at the entrance and had to depart immediately after boarding to ensure the spacecraft remained protected by the immune system throughout its atmospheric journey. This complex system, the cost of abandoning a spacecraft, and the stringent requirements for the exploration team made the Earth exploration team extremely resource-intensive. However, this wasn't the most critical issue: the team's activities on the Earth's surface were limited to a few hours each day, and their activity range never exceeded that of a small to medium-sized city. Yet, even with such careful planning, various factors could still lead to the deaths of many team members, or even the complete annihilation of the entire exploration team. The surviving team members recalled the attacks by bizarre and terrifying creatures, and the direct mutations caused by intense nuclear radiation, memories that left them with immense psychological trauma. In contrast to this horrific sacrifice, the gains were meager: because each exploration was conducted in a short period and on a small scale, the information obtained was extremely limited. The Earth, and the history and civilizations created by humankind on it, remain a mystery.

In recent years, technology has naturally advanced significantly. This exploration mission has several major changes.

A giant spaceship carrying 300 people will land in the "Bangkok" region of Earth. After a brief study of ancient Siamese culture and local life, the 300 strong men will be divided into two teams. The first team will travel north and west, eventually reaching the "Paris" region, studying ancient Indian, Babylonian, Byzantine, Greek, and Roman cultures along the way. The second team will travel north and east, eventually reaching the "Luoyang" region, studying ancient Baiyue, Bashu, and Chinese civilizations along the way. After reaching their destinations, both teams returned via pre-delivered return spaceships. Modern technology no longer requires precise calculations of opening times; team members can activate the desealing devices automatically upon arrival.

This is an unprecedentedly massive project, undoubtedly sparked by the latest human modification system developed on Mars. Hundreds of times greater immunity to nuclear radiation and enhanced physical and regenerative abilities allow team members to operate on Earth's surface for extended periods and withstand attacks from mutated creatures. This exploration mission, expected to last three months, represents a struggle for and provocation of Earth's sovereignty, and the boldest pursuit of its own history and culture. While casualties are estimated at over half, the vast amount of knowledge gained—both of human history and the current state of Earth—will be invaluable. The two teams will each pass by some of the most brilliant ancient civilizations, with two specific objectives beyond the initial search: electronic data on human civilization history held in the Louvre Museum in Paris, and modification data related to the Blazing Sun Divine Art found in a mysterious ancient tomb in Luoyang.

This plan, dangerous and astonishing, is brimming with ambition. If successful, these three hundred men will be recorded in history—for they have successfully returned history itself to humanity. Commander-in-Chief Lieutenant General Han Lie, having already been promoted to general due to the great success of his previous human modification system, has volunteered to participate in this operation despite the perils of the journey. If this operation succeeds, General Han Lie's political position will undoubtedly be very stable, and entering the highest management level of the Human Mars Alliance will be a matter of course.

Chapter 3, Noah

Dr. Yuwen frowned, because the scene he witnessed upon opening the door to the second cargo hold was so barbaric that it made him uncomfortable. A tall, bald, muscular man, wearing only a vest taut over his massive muscles, stood naked from the waist down, violently swinging his round, large buttocks back and forth. The man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, had a vicious expression on his face, and his throat emitted hoarse, obscene language. "You fucking only fit to suck my big cock, you little bastard! Dare to talk back to me, you're asking for it… oh… oh… fuck you, you cheap bastard, your throat's pretty good…" The man's hands were pressed down, pinning the head of a muscular young man. The poor boy's shirt was still on, and the back of his jeans had been forcibly ripped, exposing his entire round, large buttocks. He knelt on the ground, his hands struggling to grab the burly man's thick thighs, but his head was forcefully pressed deep into the man's crotch. The next instant, the burly man violently thrust his hips, simultaneously grabbing the boy's head and yanking it backward. A lewd "clucking" sound rang out as a huge, thick penis was ripped entirely out of the boy's mouth! Or rather, ripped from his throat—the massive penis was clearly embedded entirely in the boy's chest cavity. The burly boy struggled to breathe, and as the large penis was pulled out completely, a torrent of thick saliva gushed from his mouth, soaking his shirt. His two strong pectoral muscles heaved noticeably beneath the wet shirt. The boy's eyes were red and swollen from tears, and snot and tears covered his young, childlike face. He barely managed to catch his breath when the burly man forcefully shoved his massive penis into the boy's throat again, making the boy's neck feel noticeably thicker!

Dr. Yuwen felt a surge of heat in his groin, but his reason quickly returned. This bald, muscular man was named Smith, known for his arrogance and lawlessness, and had caused countless troubles. Clearly, he was raping the poor boy's throat; it was definitely not consensual sex. The doctor's gaze quickly swept over the muscular boy's torn jeans and exposed, rounded buttocks. In the deep valley between the two buttocks, the boy's anus was loose and deformed, with white semen continuously gushing from the deep, open hole, and bloodstains still visible near the torn anus. That bastard Smith had definitely already raped this young man once, and it was a brutal rape, because such a tear could only be caused by forcibly inserting a massive penis without any foreplay or lubrication. The boy's jeans weren't ripped open at the front, but they were already soaked—Smith had probably raped this young man more than once, repeatedly, causing the burly boy to ejaculate repeatedly in agony. Dr. Yuwen felt a surge of anger. Although these muscular men had strong regenerative abilities after the modifications, and the burly boy's injuries would heal in just one day, using that as an excuse to commit violence was a blatant disregard for discipline. Smith had committed rape during his own modifications, and his excuse at the time was precisely this absurd reason—since he could be repaired anyway, what did it matter if he was rougher? This disgusted Dr. Yuwen.

"Soldier, attention!" Dr. Yuwen said. His voice was deep and gentle yet authoritative, requiring no loud voice to command attention.

The bald, burly man was startled, abruptly pulling the thick penis out of the burly boy's throat and shoving him away. The boy, almost unconscious from the rape, collapsed to the ground with a thud after being pushed away.

Smith stared intently, and it was Yuwen Shu again. He was furious, but helpless. Yuwen Shu was one of the few Sinologists on Mars, and the success of this human modification system was closely related to his translation of the Blazing Sun Divine Art. Although not a military officer, he wielded considerable influence in academia and was well-liked among politicians and high-ranking officials due to his erudition and eloquence. This guy was not to be trifled with, so Smith could only forcibly suppress the anger that was still burning within him.

However, he was inherently warlike and often prone to impulsive acts, so he instinctively began to scrutinize the doctor before him. Dr. Yuwen, who had also undergone modification, was tall and strong, but compared to Smith, he appeared more slender than imposing. Yuwen Shu had a handsome face, with delicate features more beautiful than many women, and his eyes were as gentle as still water. If it weren't for his robust physique, one might mistake him for a beautiful model. Smith suddenly had an idea. This effeminate guy definitely couldn't beat him, so why not just go all out and fuck him too? That physique, that face, it would be a waste not to have sex with him!

At this moment, Dr. Yuwen was also calmly sizing up the bald, burly man in front of him. He adjusted his glasses, his gaze maintaining its usual calm and wisdom. He knew that this big guy was up to no good. Leaving aside the shift in his eyes from surprise to anger to ruthlessness, just looking at his huge cock told him it all: after being startled, his cock had gradually gone soft, but a moment later, as ruthlessness and lust gleamed in his eyes, and his gaze restlessly scanned him, his cock hardened again.

Dr. Yuwen chuckled inwardly: This muscle-bound, simple-minded guy is too easy to see through. On one hand, Yuwen Shu was fearless—after all, as one of Mars's top Sinologists, he was also one of its top martial arts masters, his Taizu Changquan routine even surpassing the previous Sanda champion. General Han Lie's Xingyi Quan, which he was proficient in, was personally taught by him years ago, which explained why, despite their similar ages, General Han Lie always addressed him as "Master."

On the other hand, Yuwen Shu's concerns were far more complex than Smith's. Since he wasn't officially a member of the military, Dr. Yuwen didn't want to interfere too much in military matters; his role in this project was to lead dozens of scholars. If this guy really attacked, he would certainly be defeated, but others would come and witness this scandalous scene, escalating the situation. Although he was entirely in the right, and severely punishing this guy would be gratifying, it would still cause unnecessary trouble for Han Lie. Everyone on this expedition had signed a waiver of duty, creating a somewhat tense and serious atmosphere. In this situation, attempting to rectify military discipline would only add fuel to the fire.

So, Dr. Yuwen calmly said, "Soldier, go get a pair of pants." Smith was taken aback by these words, and his previously simmering malice was immediately suppressed. This meant that this guy wasn't going to pursue the matter this time. Since he wasn't going to pursue it, he might as well get away quickly. If he really got himself killed by this guy, he probably wouldn't be safe, which was definitely not worth it. Thinking of this, he quickly slipped out through the crack in the door, not wasting a second. Dr. Yuwen sighed and walked to the burly boy who was delirious from being fucked. It seemed that he had suffered a great mental blow. Although his physical injuries were also severe, with his modified physique, he would probably recover in a day or two.

"Buddy, you're a new recruit, right? Listen up, be careful around tough guys in the future. If you can negotiate, don't fight. If you can't win, run away. If you can't run away, find someone to back you up. MA is going to Earth, a mission with a high chance of death. We'll see hell, and you've only gotten a taste of it beforehand. Cheer up, you're a soldier. I'll pretend I didn't see this. That guy won't dare say anything. You figure it out yourself. If you can't handle it, go find your general. If you can, just bear it." The boy stared blankly, seemingly not listening. Dr. Yuwen adjusted his glasses. That was all he could do. He got up, left the room, and closed the door. Let the kid recover on his own. Calling a doctor would only cause more trouble.

Dr. Lance was panting heavily, his strong body trembling. Inside the spaceship's medical bay, the temperature was rising, sweat was evaporating, and the man's heavy breathing echoed.

Lance was still wearing his white coat, but it couldn't hide his bulging muscles. He was lying on the ground, his expression a mixture of pain and shame, his clenched teeth clenched, beads of sweat sliding down his handsome face. Looking back, who would have thought that Tang Tang, a doctor, a stern and imposing man, was now spreading his legs wide, his large, round buttocks raised high in the air, and vigorously twisting his hips! Deep in the valley between his buttocks, a thick, veiny penis was clearly visible! The enormous penis swayed rhythmically back and forth, large gushes of clear, viscous semen gushing from the doctor's anus with each thrust, while the doctor's vigorous twisting of his hips proved just how much pleasure this burly man was experiencing.

Standing behind the doctor, enjoying his anus, was a robust and imposing young man. The man was handsome, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a mischievous yet charmingly wicked smile. He swayed his hips rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, both reveling in Dr. Lance's anus and admiring the lewd behavior of this strong, mature man. The pain, guilt, and reluctance on Dr. Lance's handsome face contrasted sharply with his writhing body yearning for penetration, a contrast that fueled the young man's excitement. Neither dared to be too loud, yet their breaths were thick with lust. The robust young man kneaded Dr. Lance's rounded buttocks with both hands, his eyes gradually becoming glazed.

Suddenly, a groan escaped Lance's throat, his buttocks throbbing violently as he ejaculated. His anus tightened with each ejaculation, and the robust man behind him was clearly also on the verge of climax. The burly man convulsed, his eyes tightly shut, and suddenly his hands gripped Lance's strong, muscular waist. His large testicles began to throb, ejaculating thick streams of semen deep into Lance's rectum. During his climax, the muscular man couldn't help but groan softly, "Mmm... Doctor... Mmm..." After the climax, Dr. Lance sat quietly on the edge of the bed, smoking, his cold eyes fixed on the starry sky outside the window. The Milky Way was above, Mars below, and Earth in front.

Nick, with a wicked smile, slowly stroked Lance's muscular back. At the moment of skin-to-skin contact, Lance trembled slightly, then fell silent. He dared not turn around, dared not look at the handsome face of this strong young man, the captivating wicked smile in his eyes and on his lips, which seemed to possess a devilish charm, drawing him deeper and deeper into depravity.

Nick continued to gently stroke Lance's back, but his thoughts were already unfolding. In school and in the military, he was always a playboy and stud, having had countless relationships and slept with so many men and women he could fill a company. He knew very well that his muscular physique combined with his charmingly wicked smile was irresistible. Accustomed to a decadent lifestyle, he felt somewhat empty, so when he was selected to join the Earth exploration team, his excitement and curiosity outweighed his fear.

How he and Dr. Lance got together, he didn't really know; it was probably just hormones at play. The modified men all possessed strong and alluring bodies, and sparks could easily fly between them amidst heightened lust, though everyone was actually trying to control themselves. However, one man who particularly caught Nick's attention was Dr. Lance, this mature man in his early thirties, who always wore a serious and aloof expression, always so distant, as if desire had nothing to do with him. So, like playing a prank, Nick used the excuse of feeling unwell to constantly seduce Dr. Lance with his body and wicked smile. To be honest, he didn't intend anything; he just thought the man was so rigid and abnormal, and he wanted to tease him.

Then one day, Lance finally couldn't hold back any longer. Nick was surprised and delighted to find that the doctor had been struggling to hold back.

Being able to have sex with the doctor several times a day, Nick felt he had gotten a huge bargain. This muscular man had a strong, narrow waist, and every time he was with him from behind, seeing the exaggerated proportion between his powerful glutes and narrow waist, and then his broad, strong shoulders and back, Nick would become so excited he almost immediately climaxed. He knew he had found a gem.

However, sometimes, like now, he felt a little lost. Dr. Lance was a man of few words, and after passion came a vast, cold emptiness. Nick didn't know if it was repression or just his nature, leaving him uncertain. Perhaps the methods used on boys and girls wouldn't work on this mature and intellectual man. Anyway, Dr. Lance had a mysterious quality that sometimes frustrated Nick, and sometimes fueled his fighting spirit.

In two days, they would arrive on Earth. Thinking about this, Nick suddenly felt a little restless and a little afraid. The carefree attitude they had before boarding the spaceship seemed to be gradually disappearing, but what could they do now?

Chapter Four: The Pangu

spaceship came to a stop, the landing causing a tremor. The burly men inside the cabin were already prepared, lined up with their belongings, waiting to exit. Some looked nervous, others relaxed, but in truth, everyone was uneasy. Looking out the cabin windows, a misty green expanse stretched out, like a fairyland. The cradle of humanity, a scene that had appeared time and again in textbooks and documentaries, was so unfamiliar, so mysterious, so alluring to these burly men living beneath the glass dome.

Of course, this seemingly fairyland had also claimed the lives of Martians time and again. Beautiful yet dangerous, this deadly allure made the entire cabin unusually quiet. The cabin doors opened, and General Han Lie and Dr. Yuwen led the way, stepping out first.

It was an inexplicable feeling; the lingering nuclear radiation on the Earth's surface immediately made their skin sting—previous exploration teams wore thick radiation suits, and only these mutated, strong men were allowed to be in direct contact with the Earth's air like this. General

Han Lie felt his heart pounding; he was extremely nervous. Of course, on the surface, he maintained a cool demeanor—after all, he was the leader. Centuries without human activity had altered the Earth's atmospheric structure, and he was slightly unaccustomed to the air. However, the feeling of the breeze on his skin, the fresh scent of the earth—the shock was indescribable, and his joy far outweighed his anxiety. The entire team of three hundred men emerged from the cabin, their surprised and peculiar feelings evident on their faces. Dr. Lance carefully observed the soldiers around him; as a doctor, his primary responsibility was to ensure their bodies could adapt to such a large amount of nuclear radiation.

Han Lie led the team forward; their objective was clear. The landing site was on the edge of a jungle, not far from the sea. The first destination was to reach the coast, then head north along the coast to the ancient Siamese ruins in Bangkok. The jungle was teeming with unidentified dangerous creatures; approaching Bangkok

from the sea was the safest route. Along the way, the three hundred burly men remained unusually quiet, the only sound the crunch of their footsteps on snapping branches and leaves. Everyone stared wide-eyed in astonishment, looking left and right. Mars had no such towering trees, no such primeval jungle; everything was so new, so unreal. The burning pain on their skin had vanished—their bodies had quickly adapted to the new environment.

Suddenly, a soldier shouted, and everyone whirled around to find several enormous, disgusting-looking flying objects rapidly approaching them from several directions! These objects were two or three meters long, their wings flapping with a low-frequency but terrifying "boom." Seeing this, Han Lie frowned and shouted, "First team, prepare for defense! Second team, shoot down the target!" After a brief moment of panic, the well-trained soldiers, upon hearing their general's order, immediately took their positions within seconds. At this moment, several enormous flying objects were very close.

Several soldiers screamed as the flying objects extended terrifying arms, attempting to snatch the burly men! The arms were covered in hard spikes, which immediately dug into the muscles of the strong soldiers, drawing blood.

The terrified soldiers struggled desperately, and then something ridiculous happened.

One soldier punched one of the flying objects, causing it to explode, spraying him with a green, foul-smelling liquid. Another soldier, already lifted into the air, pulled with all his might, tearing the flying object in two! The soldier was also astonished. More importantly, he was holding half of the wreckage in one hand when he fell directly to the ground with a cry of "Ouch!" from the pain of the fall. Then, one after another, the giant flying objects were smashed or torn apart by the burly men, as if they were destroying plastic toys. Even the soldiers themselves were surprised.

Only Dr. Lance knew very well that during the modification process, these burly men rarely had the opportunity to test their strength. Even when they wrestled or arm-wrestled with each other, because everyone's physical abilities were increasing, there was no discernible difference. In fact, now their punches were like heavy artillery shells, easily capable of snapping the towering trees around them.

The burly men exchanged bewildered glances, then erupted into a flurry of discussion. This sudden encounter, lasting only a few minutes, made them realize something

they already knew: Earth remained dangerous, though it hadn't yet caused them significant harm. Yuwen Shu walked to Han Lie's side, gazing at the wreckage of the flying objects covered in green liquid, and slowly asked, "You know what those things are, right?" Han Lie frowned. Of course, he didn't.

Yuwen Shu smiled mysteriously and said, "They're flies. Half of the last exploration team died at their hands." Han Lie listened silently, but inwardly gritted his teeth. Hundreds of years couldn't allow flies to evolve to this size. And while those flying objects showed some arthropod characteristics, they certainly didn't resemble flies—they were even more repulsive than flies observed up close. The radiation-induced mutations were so significant that the general couldn't help but feel a growing unease about the creatures they would encounter later.

Dr. Yuwen noticed Han Lie's worry, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry too much. Last time, half of humanity died at their hands. This time, they're all dead at our hands. This time will be different." After reaching the sea, there were no further dangers on the journey. The burly men stared intently at the sea, a scene only seen in legends. Such a luxurious water resource—they wished they could watch it forever.

They weren't used to Earth's day-night cycle. Since leaving Earth, people had abandoned the 24-hour time system to adapt to life on Mars. Now, returning to Earth, they were naturally very unaccustomed to it. They felt sleepy when they should be awake to travel, and couldn't sleep when they should, instead spending their time chatting in their tents. Fortunately, these three hundred were all strong men in their twenties and thirties, and possessed superhuman adaptability due to their modifications. They gradually adjusted within two or three days.

A few days later, they finally reached the mouth of the ancient Mekong River and began to advance inland into the jungle. They would reach Bangkok in less than two days.

The jungle at dusk was damp and dark. Compared to the constant warmth of Mars, Earth's climate was extremely uncomfortable for the strong men. The jungle was stifling and hot; were it not for their modified superhuman abilities, many would have already fainted.

That evening, a very thick fog descended. The fog swirled, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. General Han Lie alertly ordered everyone to hold onto those closest to them and move forward, the entire group slowing their pace by half, proceeding cautiously.

In the dense fog, they spent several hours groping their way forward. Everyone's nerves were on edge, unsure what dangers this sudden fog concealed. However, several hours later, a red light appeared on the other side of the fog. Faint sounds could be heard coming from that direction, and General Han Lie immediately ordered a halt. "Master, is there any record of what's ahead?" Han Lie's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on the flashing red light ahead, but he asked Dr. Yuwen beside him in a low voice.

Yuwen Shu frowned slightly, adjusted his glasses, and was clearly nervous. He thought for a moment and said, "The only human exploration team that ever came to Bangkok was wiped out, so there are no records. But Chinese history occasionally mentions the geographical features of ancient Siam. If such a thick fog could form on the banks of the Mekong River, it should be mentioned in historical records, but I've never seen it before." Han Lie frowned. After a moment, he made a decisive decision. "We'll camp by the Mekong River tonight and not go any further. Traveling at night in the thick fog is too dangerous. We'll see what happens tomorrow at dawn." Nick woke up in a wave of pleasure, his large muscles still taut, his smooth skin covered in sweat, and his condom filled with his own semen. He looked at the sky outside the tent; it was just getting light. The burly, tall young man breathed a sigh of relief, removed the condom from his enormous penis, and then tilted his head back, swallowing the large amount of thick, white semen inside. This was the method Dr. Lance had told him before, which both supplemented his protein intake and solved the cleaning problem. Thinking of Dr. Lance, Nick felt a surge of irritation. These past few days, busy with marching, he hadn't touched Lance's strong, alluring, mature body for days, and his heart was itching. However, he was well aware that in his current situation, thinking about such lewd things was completely unbecoming of a soldier. This contradiction made him very anxious.

Knowing he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep, Nick sighed, simply unzipped the tent, climbed out, and prepared to breathe in some fresh air unique to Earth. The morning breeze was cool, with an intoxicating scent of earth. A moment later, the sun began to rise from the eastern horizon, and dazzling golden light began to pierce through the canopy of the distant jungle. Nick was instantly stunned by the sight.

In that instant, he felt a sense of "dying without regret." If he died on Earth, he felt that wouldn't be a bad thing.

Looking back at the other side of the Mekong River, the thick fog was still rolling. Bathed in the golden sunlight, the plume of white smoke seemed to be gradually dissipating. Sunlight shone on the mist, outlining swirling, tumbling shadows, both real and illusory. Nick stared, mesmerized. Unbeknownst to him, the other burly men gradually awoke and crawled out of their tents.

Beside Nick's tent slept a burly, imposing black man named George, his physique resembling a male hen. When Nick had been startled awake earlier, he could still hear George's deep groans in his sleep. Now, George, rubbing his eyes, crawled out of his tent, muttering something in his hoarse, low-pitched voice. Suddenly, George produced an apple from somewhere and took a bite with a satisfying crunch. Nick stared at him, speechless for a long time. As the black man chewed, he noticed Nick staring at him in surprise and casually asked in a low voice, "What's up, kid?" Nick paused for a moment, then asked, "Where did you get these apples, buddy? We brought out concentrated food." George chuckled mysteriously, revealing a row of white teeth that contrasted sharply with his skin tone. "In the woods, there were fallen apples everywhere. I brought back several." Nick couldn't help but smile wryly. "You dared to eat them? Be careful they mutate and poison you." George snorted, his eyes filled with disdain. "What are you afraid of, you coward? At worst, you'll just die. I'm not afraid of anything." Hearing this, Nick felt a surge of anger, his face stiffening. He found it strange; they were all here to die, so what was this guy so arrogant about? Not just this guy, half the people here had an "I'm the boss" expression. Even General Han Lie, who was truly the boss, had never shown such an expression. Nick had become increasingly annoyed with this over the past few days. Dr. Lance said that the male hormones were too high after the modification, and no matter how much they were adjusted and controlled, they would still become slightly more aggressive. Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help but sigh, thinking he should just let it go and not worry about such trivial matters.

After a while, feeling bored while waiting, Nick started chatting with George again. "I saw you didn't touch the package. Did you carry the apple back by hand?" George glanced at Nick impatiently and said bluntly, "Didn't they teach you during the modification that food can be preserved if it's stuffed into your intestines?" He then continued to eat his apple. Nick

was about to get angry when he saw the guy's impatient and irritating expression, but he was stunned when he heard the following. He looked at the big apple in George's hand. It would be difficult enough to stuff such a big apple into his anus, and he might ejaculate before it was even fully inserted; moreover, the apple would constantly compress the prostate while marching, which would only add fuel to the fire. Nick glanced instinctively at George's crotch and, sure enough, saw a large stain, clearly left by dried semen. The thought of this burly black man sneaking around under a tree, hiding from others, pulling down his pants, and stuffing apples one after another into his anus, enduring the apples until he ejaculated while afraid to make a sound, sent a surge of heat through Nick's crotch, and he almost laughed. This guy was really suffering; throughout the march, he'd been repeatedly squeezed until he ejaculated by the apples in his intestines, yet he had to pretend nothing was wrong to avoid being discovered—all just to have a couple of bites of apples. What else could it be but torture? Thinking this, Nick could only suppress his laughter, naturally ignoring George's arrogant expression.

Most of the men in the camp were now awake and packing up their tents. General Han Lie stared at the receding white mist, quickly considering the next plan. Since the exploration team that came to Bangkok last time had been completely wiped out here, they absolutely could not let their guard down. In fact, setting Bangkok as the starting point this time was a kind of demonstration and challenge. If this challenge succeeded, his career would be free from interference. Major General Chris walked over, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and draped his thick arm over Han Lie's shoulder.

"Good morning, brother," he said, yawning. Han Lie sighed helplessly. He and Chris had grown up together, and if there was anyone out of these three hundred people who made him the most helpless, it was this guy. Chris wasn't unserious, just too relaxed. Not unsharp, just too gentle. On the one hand, this guy listened to him very much, even letting him make the decision when applying to military academy. On the other hand, Chris had a peculiar duality; sometimes clingy, sometimes extremely shy, making him difficult to control. To be honest, he struggled for a long time about whether to include Chris in this plan. Firstly, this trip to Earth was a matter of life and death. Secondly, Chris's indecisiveness had sometimes hindered him in emergencies. Thirdly, while Chris understood Han Lie's need for a certain image and would tactfully give him space to be "cool," he was particularly clingy when he first woke up or was drunk, always making Han Lie feel awkward in front of the soldiers, causing him to struggle to establish authority.

However, both Han Lie and Chris knew that Chris was militarily important; his special abilities had allowed Han Lie to escape danger and turn defeat into victory multiple times. This was Han Lie's reason for repeatedly bringing Chris into his team despite the awkwardness, and Chris didn't mind—being used as a pawn wasn't a bad thing for a soldier. It meant he had value.

At this moment, Han Lie kept a straight face and ignored Chris. A passing soldier stared with curiosity at the sight of a burly, shirtless, sleepy-eyed major general sprawled on the stern and imposing general, finding the scene somewhat comical.

"Tsk tsk, catching their breath so early in the morning," Dr. Yuwen remarked casually as he walked over.

Chris looked up, saw Yuwen Shu, released Han Lie, and then draped his arm over Yuwen Shu. "Good morning, Master." "Yes, good morning," Dr. Yuwen replied with a smile, his expression perfectly composed. He turned to Han Lie and said, "Go wash up, General, the fog's almost gone." His eyes were full of amusement.

Han Lie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling saved, then instantly regained his serious expression, gave a soft "Mmm," and walked towards the Mekong River.

Where the sunlight shone, the thick fog had dissipated. Looking west along the Mekong River, one saw a strange and desolate stone garden, with square stone sculptures either soaring into the sky or crumbling into pieces. The garden was quiet, harboring many secrets. Those who came to explore might leave with something, or they might stay forever.

[The End]

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