Chapter 314: Nuclear Strike

The sunlight is dazzling; Shili Yintan is a beautiful seaside spot, but there aren't many people here at the moment.

In the past two years, the real estate market in Dongxia has weakened, and those investors who once swarmed in have mostly met their Waterloo here at Shili Yintan, under the jurisdiction of Weihai Shi.

Nowadays, apart from a few young people living a "lying flat" lifestyle, the area is not very popular, and in some seasons, one can barely see any signs of life in certain residential complexes here.

At this moment, on the beach, a lone sunshade stands; a man with messy hair draped behind him and sunglasses on his face is lying on a chair with his hands behind his head, drinking fresh coconut water.

On his skin, there are many white particles congealed—likely crystals left behind after soaking in the sea for a long time and having the seawater dry in the sun.

"Zhiyuan, why are you out sunbathing again..."

On the beach, an old man picking up trash looks at this decadent man, his tone somewhat helpless.

In this city, besides those young people who have chosen to "lie flat," there are only old people like him who do not want to leave their hometown.

He usually picks up trash on this beach, both to maintain the "city's appearance" and to exercise his body.

But this is him, a 68-year-old man who has no more pursuits in this world; seeing this An Zhiyuan, who looks no more than thirty or forty, being so decadent, makes him unable to stand it.

An Zhiyuan turns over, not wanting to pay attention to the old man's nagging; he simply says:

"Mo Shu, don't worry about this beach for the next few days; go stay at your son's place in the provincial capital for a while, so I can have some peace and quiet."

Old Man Mo knows the other party finds him nagging, but when one gets old, one just ends up with a lot of "good intentions" that have nowhere to go; he walks under the other's sunshade and continues trying to preach.

But the next moment, a low sonic boom explodes from the sky.

The source of the sound is extremely high up, yet the air still transmits a sound as if it were being torn apart.

Old Man Mo shields his eyes from the sun and looks at the sky, seeing only something like a comet traveling rapidly through the deep blue sky, the contrail behind it almost carving a giant tail into the blue sky.

"Little An, what is this?!"

Old Man Mo has lived so long and has truly never seen such a thing appear.

An Zhiyuan sighs; he knows that the situation in this world has reached its worst point.

The Reincarnators and the state-level military power have finally begun their first real collision.

It is different from the small scuffles of those so-called Catastrophe Grade Reincarnators in the past, and different from the punishments where the state puts people on a no-entry list.

This is an attack that truly intends to test whether the other side can be annihilated.

"Mo Shu, you're sleepy; go take a nap first."

Old Man Mo doesn't hear the answer he wanted; he feels baffled, as his spirit is perfectly fine.

"I am not... sleepy... ah..."

By the time he says the last word, a huge wave of sleepiness surges into his heart, and he has already fallen into a deep Sleep.

An Zhiyuan places the old man on his chair and even thoughtfully puts the sunglasses on him, then he takes a step out and arrives in the sky.

He stands above the sea of clouds, watching the intercontinental missile carrying a nuclear warhead roar across the sky, striking the Nan Taipingyang from tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Silvery-white luster flows in his eyes, as if a massive amount of information is constantly appearing, operating, and calculating.

This battle will bring about a huge change to the future world landscape; even he cannot stay out of it.

At this very moment, he can see that a large number of Reincarnators are waiting for the result through various channels.

"One by one, it really is worrisome..."

An Zhiyuan watches the supersonic intercontinental missile and suddenly raises his hand to point at it from afar.

"This doesn't look like you, old Salted Fish~"

A hearty voice appears; a man in floral shorts and flip-flops, with his lean, bronze-colored muscles fully exposed, also breaks through the sea of clouds and arrives here.

Even though those movements were very concealed, he still felt it: An Zhiyuan manipulated the probability and influenced reality.

An Zhiyuan doesn't need to turn his head to know who has appeared; he is too lazy to explain and just says:

"Clearly possessing the power to stop everything, you three just watch as it all happens; such actions truly bring shame to 【Qingkong】."

"Hey hey, you stinky Salted Fish who quit the Gathering halfway has no right to say such things."

The two are clearly old acquaintances and are very familiar with each other in their conversation.

Cao Qi, the founder of 【Qingkong】, is one of the most mysterious top-tier Reincarnators in the space; he does not hold the title of 【Supreme Being】, yet he has many times coordinated conflicts between 【Supreme Beings】 and the leaders of 【Destiny】 and 【Throne of Reality】.

An Zhiyuan turns around, with the wildly surging, boundless sea of clouds behind him; the sun is behind him, and at this moment, An Zhiyuan appears especially dazzling. Cao Qi uses his hand to pretend to block the piercing sunlight, but in fact, he is concealing the look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Only at such moments can he see a few traces of the past in An Zhiyuan.

"The world is always changing, isn't it?"

Cao Qi steps on the sky above the sea of clouds; he is speaking with implication.

"Even if we stop 【End Sun】, 【Dead Silence Fate】 will do the same; even if we stop 【Dead Silence Fate】, perhaps 【Flowers Blooming in Decay】 will also walk this path."

"The rise of the Reincarnators cannot be stopped, and the order of the world cannot be maintained forever; I am just... complying with the development of fate."

He seems to be explaining himself, and also seems to be describing an inevitable trend.

Hearing the other's words, the moving expression on An Zhiyuan's face disappears.

Many times, people who have glimpsed 【Destiny】 like this will lose all motivation, whether it is the motivation to live or the motivation to speak.

Things like 【Fatalism】 are boring and disgusting.

An Zhiyuan takes one last look at his old friend and does not try to do anything more; he just ensures that this missile can accurately hit its target, and that is all.

"Cao Qi, I hope you won't regret this..."

Cao Qi watches An Zhiyuan leave and does not stop him; those with different Daos do not conspire together. The two have long since not been on the same path, and besides...

He shakes his head with a bitter smile.

"You really hold me in too high regard; with an event of this scale, how could I possibly see all the possibilities? Any tiny change would lead to a world of difference in the final result."

Reincarnators are a group that is very difficult to estimate; among these people, there are too many Outliers and madmen who are hard to fathom with common sense.

Some, simply because it is "interesting," throw terrifying Cursed Objects and Memes into the real world;

Some, because they are "making a living," seem to have seven or eight masks on, and in the end, they cannot even distinguish their own faction;

And others are pure perverts who take pleasure in abusing the weak.

However, there are also those who, due to their powerful strength, have developed higher and stricter moral pursuits, becoming heroes and chivalrous warriors who root out the strong and support the weak in the darkness.

With so many Reincarnators, anyone could potentially change the outcome in this battle.

At this very moment, there are perhaps many teams secretly plotting something.

Cao Qi simply sat on the sea of clouds; the churning clouds beneath him changed shape, transforming into the appearance of a giant sailing ship, and he sat at the bow, waving his hand, as the cloud-made ship began to sail across the sea of clouds.

——

"My Lord, the Kennedy aircraft carrier strike group has appeared in the Nan Taipingyang region."

A giant artificial island covering an area of over 100,000 square kilometers, with a regular circular shape that would be almost impossible to appear in a natural environment, appeared in the Nan Taipingyang.

The ground was completely black, and while it had not yet been paved, various buildings were already being erected everywhere, and the land had already been planned out.

The outer perimeter of the island shimmered with the light of a massive Barrier.

This is the location of the End Empire.

And the massive building at the very center of this artificial territory is the royal palace, which adopts a Western architectural style.

End Sun is currently standing on the balcony of the second floor, with people beside him constantly summarizing information from all around.

End Sun watched the prototype of the empire he had forged without blinking, not surprised by the arrival of the aircraft carrier.

"Let Xiaya sortie; let humanity witness the technology of the future. Aircraft carriers... should exit the stage of history."

A moment later, a giant mecha appeared from the edge of the island.

The 76.2-meter-tall, 1850-ton Yulika Tuxijie stepped into the ocean, heading in the direction of the aircraft carrier fleet.

On the other side, a Reincarnator draped in a black robe suddenly showed a look of astonishment and reported:

"My Lord, the island's Cognitive Intervention seems to have been affected; an intercontinental missile is heading toward us, and it is expected to strike the empire's mainland in 1 minute and 42 seconds."

End Sun raised his head, a pitch-black luster lighting up in his eyes, and he spoke in a low voice.

"It is fine; if we don't let that thing hit us once, those nations will not feel despair..."

Several people looked at each other, all lowered their heads in agreement, and quickly began to deploy personnel; facing a nuclear attack, the energy impact is only one aspect, and that troublesome radiation is what requires special handling, otherwise this land would likely lose the environment for growing food.

But they felt no fear at this moment; instead, they were quite excited, as they were likely to become the first team among the Reincarnators of this generation to face a nuclear strike head-on in the real world.

(End of this chapter)