Chapter 305

Soldiers on the ground stood in battle formation, yet an uninvited guest had intruded into the sky above.

It was a civilian helicopter, single-rotor, with a rounded cabin and an orange paint job.

Compared to military helicopters, it lacked protection, was underpowered, and was petite in size—much like a naive little girl who had accidentally wandered onto a film set for adult men.

"... Just an hour ago, a skyscraper suddenly collapsed and transformed into a pile of white sand in mid-air, triggering widespread panic and unease in public opinion."

"According to witnesses, a human figure appeared beneath the collapsing building, identity unknown."

"Within less than half an hour of the incident, the military arrived rapidly at the scene and conducted a large-scale evacuation. Paradoxically, they did not attempt to enter the area shrouded by the sand, choosing instead to construct defensive positions at a distance."

"Local government and military are actively investigating the matter to determine the truth of the event. They urge citizens to remain calm and follow safety instructions."

"People from all walks of life are calling for unity and cooperation to jointly respond to this sudden event."

"Our station's reporters will continue to follow this event and bring you the latest footage."

On the helicopter, a female reporter faced the camera, explaining the abnormal situation occurring below.

She was quick-witted, logical, and deeply engaged.

This was a rare, major news story; "skyscrapers" and "buildings" naturally evoke panic in the hearts of the Federation's populace, and with the suspected presence of supernatural elements and the sudden military action, it was even more so.

These factors, layered upon one another, made the entire affair baffling and shrouded in mystery.

As long as she held this traffic in her hands, a promotion and a raise were just around the corner!

On the ground, an Army Major raised his brows, looking with ill intent at that buzzing fly.

"Damn it, why is there a civilian helicopter entering this area?"

A soldier reported:

"Apologies, sir. Due to the sudden nature of the incident, we haven't established a no-fly zone here yet."

And on the front line, closer to the sea of white sand, a corporal cursed out loud:

"Oh, screw these people!"

The captain beside him patted his shoulder:

"Enough. Let them watch if they want. When necessary, we'll shoot it down."

Another soldier looked at the billowing thick smoke in the center of the field and asked:

"Boss, do you think that monster is dead?"

"Dead?"

If only that thing were dead...

The captain hoped with all his might that when the smoke cleared, there would be nothing there.

As time passed, the thick smoke began to dissipate gradually; a breeze stirred the clumps of smoke, tearing gaps into them.

His wish fell through.

The smoke cleared.

The crowd's gasps rang out.

—That figure was still standing there.

Even though the body was in tatters, with most of the chest and abdomen gone, and two arms broken into several segments, floating eerily in the air.

It was still "standing" there.

Atop the broken spine was a head with a bit of blonde hair, and within it, a pair of blue eyes.

They gazed forward indifferently, as if the suffering of the body had nothing to do with the soul.

"Bang!"

"WTF!!!"

The Governor slammed a fist onto the desk, shattering another cup on the floor.

"What on earth did the Foundation release?!"

He knew clearly that the helicopter and soldiers in the footage, while looking no different from regular troops, were actually Foundation security forces.

A group of experts in controlling and containing anomalies, and they ended up crashing on a humanoid containment object?

The Governor thought painfully, as even more painful images surfaced before his eyes.

His private dealings with the Foundation were dug up by reporters, and he had to spend all his savings to buy their silence;

He sat in the defendant's seat at the Federal Court, while the justices sentenced him to death with expressionless faces;

He was sentenced to ten thousand years in prison, while his wife and daughter ended up with some nameless punk...

Someone once said that what is most painful is not reality, but the imagination based on reality.

For this man who had been struggling in the political arena for decades, this saying was likely applicable as well.

In his dejection, his body slumped heavily into the office chair, his short, thick fingers clutching his hair, pulling it out, handful after handful, until his scalp throbbed with pain and the hair was ripped out with blood.

Under the unbearable pain, the Governor regained his ability to think; his eyes took on a hint of ruthlessness as he looked at his assistant:

"Help me connect to the President's office. I want to tell him everything about the disaster here..."

"If necessary... just drop a nuke on the city center."

Herta had thought she was battle-hardened and had seen it all.

Yet, after seeing the mangled appearance of "Containment-1915," her heart still skipped a beat for no reason.

This strong sense of déjà vu... Nanook of "Destruction"...

Although the power levels were not on the same scale at all, and the appearance was only somewhat similar in terms of missing limbs.

But both of them—one had indeed destroyed a world once, and the other was working hard to destroy the world.

Herta looked at "Containment-1915" in the footage with some awe.

No, that was no longer the "Containment-1915" the Foundation thought it was, but a supreme divinity, the "Thing of Absence."

There was one thing Herta could never figure out.

Why did it want to destroy the world?

In the history of "Containment-1915," there was no event that would make it hate the entire world.

It was as if, from the moment it became a supreme divinity, it began to destroy everything involuntarily, turning everything into white sand.

No reason, no causality.

Tanks and infantry fighting vehicles formed a formation, their cannons aimed at the broken figure;

Self-propelled artillery and rocket launchers were set up in the distance;

Further away within the Federation, advanced fighter jets received orders, took off with missiles, heavy trucks carrying missiles drove out from secret bases, and nuclear submarines corrected their courses;

And in another hidden location, the camouflage cover of a deep black well opened quietly, revealing the world-ending weapon beneath...

The fearless reporter, having seen the torrent of steel gathering here from the sky, expressed her sincere thoughts:

"Holy crap!"

Without any warning, the roar from the Iron Division began.

Explosions, high temperatures, flashes, heatwaves... within the small area, high temperatures shrouded everything, deafening, with winds as scorching as fire.

The petite helicopter was brushed by it, its body shaking violently.

At the same time, in a conference room, 13 people with different appearances sat around a long table—the O5 Council, the Foundation's highest authority (excluding the Administrator).

"Target not eliminated!!!"

"Target remains stationary!!!"

"Howitzer attack ineffective, air-to-ground missile attack ineffective!!!"

A man pinched his chin, eyes narrowed:

"Launch a full-scale attack! Use all conventional weapons to annihilate 'Containment-1915'!!!"

A woman followed closely:

"Don't care about the losses! This time, we cannot fail!!!"

Rockets, thermobaric bombs, white phosphorus bombs... blotting out the sky.

The Foundation was determined; even if it meant burying the entire city with "Containment-1915," it had to be made to fall there completely!

If the "Thing of Absence" still possessed a physical body, it would surely be ground to dust under this level of attack.

But until Kira Yoshikage's body ceased to exist, that void-like figure still stood in place, unmoved.

The white sand still crowded around it, draping it in a robe of white sand.

"Hell!" ===== CHAPTER 307 =====