Chapter 133: Nation-Destruction Level Weirdness, Birth

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, Central Data Hall.

The air seemed to solidify into lead blocks, pressing so hard that everyone could barely breathe.

In the very center of the hall, the massive electronic map covering an entire wall—its section representing Dongdao—had been completely overrun by a shocking crimson hue.

A string of numbers frantically flickered at the top of the map, each flash like an invisible hammer striking everyone's heart.

【3,141,592】

【3,146,814】

【3,149,350】

"How long has it been since the Laughing Demon's core was destroyed by the cloud bomb..."

Lord Wei's voice shattered the suffocating silence; his tone remained as steady as ever, yet the hand holding his tea cup pressed down imperceptibly, his knuckles turning pale.

"Report, Lord Wei! Twenty‑seven minutes!"

A young analyst reported, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat covering his forehead.

His voice trembled violently with fear, barely forming a tone.

"In less than half an hour, the death toll... has already surpassed three million! Moreover, the growth rate continues to climb at a terrifying exponential pace!"

"Right now, on average every second, thousands of people die from the Laughing Demon's curse!"

Thousands per second!

What does this number mean?

It means that every second, an entire large community's population is completely erased from this world!

This is slaughter.

No, it's more terrifying than slaughter.

It is a... plague that is destroying an entire nation.

In the hall, everyone halted their work, staring rigidly at the wildly rising figure, a helplessness from deep within their souls gripping each of them.

"Lord Wei! Analysis... analysis is complete!"

Another young analyst shouted, trembling as if he had witnessed the world's most terrifying thing.

He stared at the split screen before him, the data stream cascading like a waterfall.

"The latest Rules of the Laughing Demon's mutation have been fully confirmed!"

"Speak!"

Lord Wei let out a low roar, like a massive bell, forcibly calming the panic in the room.

The analyst swallowed saliva and shouted with all his might, "After the core's death, the curse did not vanish! It… it has achieved decentralization! It no longer needs Lingmu Jianer as the original host!"

"Now, all related images, pictures, and even every human who, after being infected, shows a Weird smile... have become new sources of contamination!"

"Anyone who sees that smile... no matter the medium, will be infected!"

Boom!

Those words left every brain in the hall instantly blank.

If the earlier Laughing Demon was a moving nuclear bomb—terrifying, but at least it had a clear target.

Now, it is radioactive dust spreading through the air! Ubiquitous, penetrating every opening, impossible to defend against!

A technician collapsed in despair on his chair, murmuring, "It's over... completely over... how can we contain this?"

"Too late..."

Another person stared at the screen, clenching his teeth.

"The Infected inside Dongdao have already spread the contamination wildly via live streams, video calls, social media... It's like Sequence 011... there is simply no way to contain it!"

Despair, like a tide, instantly flooded the entire command hall.

Lord Wei slowly closed his eyes.

The ripple on the surface of the clear tea he had placed on the table lingered, refusing to settle.

When he opened his eyes again, all confusion and struggle had vanished, leaving only a steel‑cold, hard resolve.

He rose, scanning the room, each word he uttered enunciated with crystal clarity, as if he had exhausted his whole life's strength.

"I announce, Sequence 012 – Laughing Demon, threat level..."

He paused.

The hall fell into dead silence; everyone held their breath.

"Elevated to... S Ji!"

S Ji!

Nation-Destruction Level!

It means that all existing human methods can no longer effectively contain it!

Those two words, like twin mountains, crashed onto each person's chest, pressing them nearly to suffocation.

"Transmit my orders!"

Lord Wei's voice was decisive, devoid of any emotion.

"First!"

"Technology Department, joint military cyber‑war units, immediately! Right now! Physically sever Dongdao from the Federation, and from all global submarine cables, satellite communications, and radio signals! Prohibit any images, audio‑visuals, or data from leaving that island! Not a single byte allowed!"

"Second!"

"Joint customs and military, immediately establish a 120‑nautical‑mile exclusion zone around Dongdao! No vessel may approach or depart! Simultaneously, repatriate, and if necessary, shoot down any civil or private aircraft attempting to fly from Dongdao outward! All flights to Dongdao are cancelled!"

"We will completely 'isolate' Dongdao from this planet!"

The order was issued, yet no one responded in the hall.

Everyone was stunned by the command's cold resolve.

This is no longer containment.

This is... exile.

A core technician who had followed Wei Gong for years trembled, his lips quivering, and couldn't help asking, "Wei Gong... those... those 120 million people on Dongdao... do we really have to...?"

He didn't dare utter the word.

Give up.

Wei Gong didn't look at him; he simply turned around and stared again at the blood‑red map.

"This isn't giving up."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a hair‑raising fatigue and weight.

"It's a self‑amputation for survival."

"The virus has completely spiraled out of control; the ship at Dongdao has already sunk. The only thing we can do now is, before this ship drags the whole world down, cut every rope that ties to it."

Wei Gong slowly closed his eyes, a glint of moisture seeping from his withered corners.

"If we don't seal the virus on Dongdao, today's three million will become thirty million tomorrow, and the day after… the entire world."

"For the survival of human civilization..."

He opened his eyes again; in those aged eyes remained only endless coldness and hardness.

"We have no other choice."

Dongdao, Narita International Airport.

Inside the massive terminal, voices roared and chaos reigned.

Thousands upon thousands of travelers from around the world and the nation's own citizens clogged the departure hall.

They looked at the flight information board above them, angry, panicked, and bewildered.

On the screen, the dense flight listings were replaced by rows upon rows of scarlet "CANCELLED" signs.

All flights were cancelled indefinitely.

"Why?! Why won't you let us leave!"

"I want to go home! Let me out!"

"What on earth happened? The government must give us an explanation!"

Panic and anger fermented violently among the crowd, with shoving and clashes constantly erupting.

They still didn't know that this country was being utterly abandoned by the world.

It was turning into a… isolated death island.

Prime Minister's Residence.

Xiao Yesi, like a madman, dialed the Federation's emergency communication line over and over.

All that answered him was a rigid busy tone.

He was unilaterally "blocked."

"Answer! You bastards! Pick up the phone already!"

He roared wildly at the now‑black screen, his voice hoarse, looking delirious.

"It's my fault! Isn't it okay that I'm wrong! Please, save Dongdao! Save me!"

The roar turned into a plea; his prideful dignity and arrogance were crushed under the fear of national ruin.

In the end, all his strength drained, his legs went limp, and he collapsed, kneeling on the ground.

He knew everything was over.

It was he who personally opened Pandora's Box.

It was he, for the sake of a ridiculous political show and national pride, who rejected the Federation's aid, ordered a cloud bomb strike, and ultimately caused a Weird, total Mutation.

It was he who pushed the whole Dongdao toward an irredeemable Abyss.

Regret, like the most venomous snake, frenziedly devoured his heart.

Just as he sank into boundless despair, his secretary trembled and handed him a File.

It was a top‑level emergency contingency plan that had long been drafted, scoffed at by him, and locked in a safe.

"Prime Minister..."

The secretary's voice was like a wandering soul in a tomb.

"Now, perhaps… there is only one way left…"

"Reveal the truth to the public…"

Lost and hollow‑eyed, he stared at the secretary for a long while; Xiao Yesi finally trembled his hand.

Slowly… he took the unbearably heavy File.