[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer":3,"chapter-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-479":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Cyberpunk: Cross-dimensional Science and Engineering",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1151620,1495,"Chapter 479 - 450: The Man-Made Death God","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-479",479,"\u003Cp>[Maintain cruising speed; enter open waters in five minutes.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[All hands, \"Iron Curtain Operation\" is now officially underway! All units switch to DEFCON 1.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog, heavy as lead clouds, enveloped the strait like an iron curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity’s most complex naval weapon sailed across the sea surface—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Truman Aircraft Carrier, this steel behemoth spanning 332 meters, cut through the iron curtain...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it made you believe the iron curtain was a result of its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely by appearing on the sea surface, it was enough to strip away any thoughts of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coastal residents, the nearshore fishermen, the disguised pirates...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would entertain the thought of confronting a carrier strike group; everyone feared that this beast weaving through the fog would suddenly bare its fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synchronized footsteps of the Iron Soldiers reverberated on the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to previous versions, these Iron Soldiers had significantly enhanced jet modules and a smoother, more rounded appearance, helping these machines, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, to control their posture in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition to humanoid airborne robots, there were also track-wheeled robots, some even larger than tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much more ammunition can an armored unit carry, and how powerful are the weapons it can load, without the space for a cockpit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were soon to know the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the logistic soldiers of the aircraft carrier watched the robots board, they expressed their sentiments to their comrades:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those metal guys are too fierce, I wonder who’s going to suffer this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who cares, as long as we don’t have to go ourselves, it’s all good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two soldiers watched as all the soldiers, symbolizing Mei Country’s power, boarded the aircraft. Normally, it was their turn to board the planes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not having to go to the front line and still getting military honors felt surprisingly good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they weren’t the ones who would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aircraft carrier’s bow broke through the dense fog, and the mist clinging to the vessel quickly dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them lay a vast blue ocean, sunlight sparkling on the tranquil surface—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, it would be shells raining down on the water surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Launch clearance granted; Red Team commence catapult launch.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 30-ton aircraft was accelerated by steam to 300 kilometers per hour in two seconds, and the fighter jet pierced through the fog, ascending to the sky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pilot aboard the plane seemed wearied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not physically tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...When can I also be replaced?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Red One, mission confirmation, ground bombardment, approaching the target.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bossaso Port area, in the afternoon, the bustling market began to wind down after a whole day’s activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fishermen returned, most of them complaining about today’s poor catch, with barely any merchant ships at sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Motorcycles and small trucks navigated through the streets while pedestrians, many of them bare-bodied and barefoot, smartly used some sort of woven plant material as a makeshift sole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Military police strutted through the streets, thieves scoped out their surroundings, and the real laborers carried wooden crates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a poor port but a mundane one, where criminals and civilians intermingled, sometimes they were criminals, sometimes they were civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man carrying a bag of fish held his daughter’s hand, walking through the chaotic and filthy streets, when he saw his daughter curiously drawn to a child by the roadside fiddling with some metal object, he yanked the child’s hand harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if what these kids were playing with wasn’t a Hand Grenade or a bomb?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t look around; walk faster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl obediently bowed her head—disobedience meant getting hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting hit was terrifying enough for the girl, but her uneducated father knew all too well that disobedience could lead to much worse than a beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An uneventful day...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until shadows streaked across the sky, and silhouettes flashed down the streets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An airplane!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The age-old sea breeze brought more than just the briny scent of the ocean; this time, it also carried the stench of gunpowder!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the sound, metal objects raced across the sky, shattering the air with a deafening roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man at the port had just rung the alarm bell when several missiles arced through the sky, striking towers and port offices!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fireball erupted skyward, the shockwave knocking people to the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terrorist attack! Another madman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions and loud noises reawakened the fear of terrorism, but this time, what attacked them was far more powerful than any terrorist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burning tower burst out of the black smoke and plummeted into the dense crowd!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion was swept away by fear, and among those who had lives left here, who wasn’t incredibly fortunate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one person stopped their movement, but this time, the explosion wasn’t so simple!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The port was instantly obliterated by a bomb, and the military police still arranging their ranks were blown sky-high!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave made it impossible to stand firm, people fell and were trampled as buildings collapsed and crushed down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father’s mind went blank: from his location slightly away from the port, he could see much more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One plane flew overhead and bombed their port to smithereens, but there were more than just one plane in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one hand, the father lifted his daughter and held her in his arms, but how could a person outrun a plane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the massive explosion came darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, the already battered houses had all turned to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames, black smoke, severed limbs, the stench of blood and the smell of explosives mixed together...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the scent of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl was holding her father’s hand, but a falling rock instantly crushed his head into a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ruins, an African man with an AK limped under the eaves...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Girl! Run fast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another bomb dropped, and the African instinctively crouched to dodge the shrapnel and rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a bandit and had indeed been a Pirate, but he was also one of the few \"regular troops\" at this port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As regular troops, they did as they pleased here, eating their fill every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as regular troops, they were supposed to maintain order...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now he couldn’t muster the will to resist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could resist a man standing before him, threatening his life...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could he resist something he couldn’t comprehend at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To resist the bombers was like resisting Death God himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at the port, where a Rocket whizzed by from the ruins, striking the sea and sky before sinking silently beneath the waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, Armed Transporters passed, dropping something...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Soldiers smashed onto the streets, and a shard left one soldier’s chest a bloody mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: Landing complete, ground status stable, ready to commence occupation.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensor with the flashing red light turned towards the dying man, eyeing the AK47 in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Identified local infantry, count: 1, armed with a rifle.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proceeding.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An object of resistance appeared before him, but the only thought in the dying man’s eyes was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was what Death God looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared man-made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: No significant resistance encountered, bombing is comprehensive, the full occupation of Bossaso is expected within 2 hours.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: The assault on Hobya Port will officially commence in 30 minutes.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: The Truman is continuously moving to its next deployment position.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s great... that’s great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red color on the combat map changed to green, sign by sign, symbolizing complete occupation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dalio, the CEO of Rocksen Petroleum, felt instantly relieved:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what he deserved to enjoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t interested in luxury cars or beautiful women; he liked to achieve his goals step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what a man should do—take control of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked directly to the screen, spreading his arms:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I really want to give you a big kiss, but you’re an AI; what a pity, you’re even more efficient than Tony!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: No, I am but an auxiliary AI assisting Mr. Stark, he would do all this much better than me.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha... Are you saying that Tony is a more formidable killer than you? Let’s forget that, the robots shouldn’t go out of control again, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Jarvis: I have detected additional cyberattacks, but rest assured, everything is still within safe limits.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bravo.\" Dalio flopped back onto the large sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given a choice, he would even want to mobilize the entire Mei Country military to occupy Africa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, he couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only holding the card of the Mei Country President was he able to mobilize such a powerful military force, and if he acted too soon, he might lose his grip on that card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Short-sighted, far too short-sighted,\" Dalio shook his head, \"An eight-year term is too short, it makes the country shortsighted, incapable of accomplishing great things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he contacted his sponsored candidate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Recipient: Secretary of State Barnes]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dalio: We’ve won! Maybe I should start calling you President Barnes now!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Barnes: The election is not over yet.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dalio: No, no, no... Sir, if people only need to sit at home, drinking afternoon tea, enjoying desserts while victory news keeps coming in, no one would refuse such a future.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dalio: Have you prepared your speech for the party convention?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dalio: We’re going to have a hero as our President.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dalio: A president who ensures people enjoy victory from their homes, soldiers return from the battlefield, and the nation prospers.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Barnes: I don’t usually pop champagne at halftime, but you’re right, I should prepare my speech.]\u003C\u002Fp>",1599,"2026-06-03T12:33:12.910Z","2026-06-03T12:33:19.802Z",1,"novelbin.me","88d6a246682bfab99c2f0bc84ac20c4724249f262b7617473b0aade8dc2836ad","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-480","cyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-chapter-478",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcyberpunk-cross-dimensional-science-and-engineer-cover.jpg"]