Chapter 341: Unity

4 a. m.

Before the first ray of sunlight could pierce Jiang Hai City's horizon, the scarlet sky had already become the city's sole source of light.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a luxury apartment, Chu Che held a steaming cup of black coffee.

He nudged his gold‑rimmed glasses on his nose; the lenses reflected the eerie red light outside and mirrored his warm, handsome, yet utterly expressionless face.

To his eyes, the sky was no longer just sky.

It was a slab of blood‑colored glass shattered with countless cracks.

Within each spider‑web‑like fissure swirled depths and madness from another dimension, unseen by mortals.

"How beautiful."

Chu Che whispered admiration, as if appreciating a newly completed masterpiece of the ages.

Sai Men's revelry had ended, but the real opera was only just beginning.

The human species always rots in comfort, yet erupts with astonishing will to survive in dire straits.

Now, they finally face the survival pressure that forces evolution.

He looked forward to it.

He anticipated how this ailing planet, once forcibly injected with this potent drug, would evolve a brand‑new "antibody".

He sipped the coffee; the bitter liquid slid down his throat, while his gaze remained as cold as a scalpel.

The game was set.

Now, he only needed to, as an observer, wait for the outcome with elegance.

7:30 a. m.

The city's pulse, as always, struggled to beat amid the rush‑hour congestion.

Car horns, subway arrival chimes, and a breakfast stall owner's enthusiastic calls wove together into a symphony of ordinary mortal life.

No one looked up at the scarlet sky, officially labeled a "rare aurora phenomenon."

And no one cared about the earlier global broadcast.

Under official intervention and explanation, it was dismissed as a hacker prank.

People were more concerned with whether they'd be late today, what to order for lunch delivery, and how many mortgage payments remained.

On the giant screen at the City Center Plaza, a beautiful hostess delivered emergency news in a crisp, resonant broadcast tone.

"... Due to extreme global climate and super geological activity, many regions of our country are experiencing unstable geological structures. To protect the lives and property of the people, relevant departments have designated temporary restricted zones. Citizens are urged not to approach and not to spread rumors..."

A white‑collar guy who had just bought a jianbing guozi hurried along, chewing on a jianbing guozi, muttering incomprehensibly on the phone with a colleague.

"Did you hear? Another geological disaster, the area near our company is sealed off, I have to take a huge detour today... Damn disaster movie, I think it's a sign that housing prices are about to drop!"

"Exactly, can we trust the experts? Last year they said prices wouldn't rise, and the housing price at my community's entrance doubled!"

No one knew that, less than twenty kilometers away, a newly born Weird Domain was silently heralding the arrival of a new era.

Under the official media's vigorous spin, the world still clung to its fragile yet precious daily routine.

Meanwhile.

Hundred meters underground, the Federal Strategic Command Center.

The air was so heavy it seemed you could wring water from it.

There were no windows here, only cold metal walls and countless screens flickering with data.

At the head of the long conference table, Wei Gong sat silently.

He wore a plain Zhongshan suit, his back straight, and the tea cup before him was already ice‑cold.

In front of him, holographic projections lit up one after another, displaying leaders of various nations with different skin tones and nationalities, all with faces as still as water and eyes rimmed with blood.

The white‑haired president of the North American Union.

The iron‑fisted female speaker of the Western European Alliance.

And the supreme leaders of several other major powers.

What used to take months of bickering, arguing, and probing at global summits now fell into a death‑like silence.

In front of each hologram, the same top‑secret footage played—massive red pillars of light rose over Europe, the Americas, and Asia, accompanied by various Weird Domains expanding in scope.

A town in the North American Union was instantly swallowed by a Weird Domain, becoming a dead city.

Then the Weird Domain began to split and spread, reaching other places—cities, the City Center...

After a three‑minute silence, the president of the North American Union, a hawkish leader known for his hardline and arrogant stance, was the first to speak, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were rubbing.

"We... have no choice."

"Agreed," the Western European female speaker said succinctly.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

No argument, no evasion.

Facing a World-Destruction Level disaster capable of erasing human civilization from its roots, all political differences became a laughable petty squabble.

Thirty minutes.

In just thirty minutes, a top‑secret accord affecting seven billion people worldwide, gathering all of humanity's most advanced technology and resources ever, was passed unanimously.

Codename—"Iron Curtain Plan".

Wei Gong lifted his eyes; his cloudy gaze revealed no emotion.

He extended his age‑spotted hand onto the virtual screen before him and pressed the red button representing "confirm."

"Effective immediately, the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau shall, on behalf of the Federation, handle this matter with full authority."

His voice was not loud, yet it reached each leader's ears clearly.

"We have only one objective."

Survive.

In the next second, a heart‑stirring scene unfolded.

In the hologram, the representative of the North American Union, the defense minister who had always regarded the Federation as the greatest rival, turned his gaze toward Wei Gong.

"Wei. According to the agreement, the North American Union's top‑level 'Prometheus' database, along with the Highest Authorization for all satellites, will be opened to your side within ten minutes."

On the other side, a technical official of the Western European Alliance immediately voiced a position.

"We will simultaneously share the 'Sanctum' Containment Object database we control, as well as the analysis model for Weird of the Rules type."

The opposing camps, once as fierce as fire and water and having fought openly and covertly across fields for decades, chose to forge a complete alliance at unprecedented speed in the face of an absolute survival crisis.

The largest war machine in human history, for the first time, swung its barrels to target that unseen, Abyss‑born common enemy.

All internal strife, before the word 'Extinction', appears insignificant.

Wei Gong's gaze fell upon the massive Global Dynamic Map at the very center of the command hub.

On the map, six glaring red patches slowly wriggled outward, devouring the normal territories like six cancer cells already spreading, a sight that chilled the eyes.

Each red patch represented an S-Class Anomaly Domain that had already manifested.

They are the tombstones of the old world.

Wei Gong lifted the already chilled tea, drank it in one gulp, and the bitterness spread through his mouth.

He rose, his unspoken authority sweeping over every combat staff member whose nerves were at the breaking point.

"Relay my orders."

"First, initiate Iron Curtain Level‑One response, executing the highest‑grade physical blockade and information jamming on the six S-Class Anomaly Zones. Any unit or individual breaching the Blockade Line, regardless of status, authorized frontline forces... eliminate on the spot."

"Second, the cyber‑security department, together with all media platforms, will monitor 24‑hour. Any speech, image, or video containing keywords such as 'Weird', 'Blood Moon Game Truth', etc., must be deleted within three seconds, and the publisher will be located, interrogated, and contained. External publicity will be unified as 'Geological Disaster' and 'Visual Spectacle Caused by Solar Storm'."

"Third, notify all overseas agents to suspend all regular missions, enter a silent state, and await further orders."

One cold, decisive command after another was issued from his mouth.

The Anomaly Domain Era was thus forcibly locked by him, using a series of thunderous measures, into a cage called 'Natural Disaster'.

Human society, this massive machine, after a brief stagnation, was indeed twisted by the enormous external pressure into a single rope, and began operating with unprecedented efficiency.

"Report!"

A communications officer hurried to Wei Gong's side, lowered his voice: "Director, we just detected massive anomalous traffic on a civilian forum called 'Urban Legend Enthusiasts'; someone posted a thread claiming to be a Blood Moon Game Survivor, and it is rapidly fermenting!"

Wei Gong did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the six lethal red dots on the map.

"Eliminate it."

"Yes!"

The communications officer saluted and hurried away.

Wei Gong knew that this forced covering up was no different from holding a timed bomb.

Paper ultimately cannot contain fire.

When the truth is unveiled, the panic and distrust that the deceived masses unleash will be a more terrifying flood beast than the Weird itself.

But he has no other choice.

Before finding a way to counter the S Ji Weird, he must use this dictatorial method to buy humanity the last breath of time.

At this moment, in that urgently dealt‑with forum thread, the last few replies have not yet been fully removed.

"OP is awesome! Blood Moon Game? Sounds so cheesy, but so thrilling!"

"LOL, the authorities have debunked it as a Geological Disaster, and people still believe it? Disperse."

"I'm in Jiang Hai City, right at the edge of the Blockade Zone, I swear I heard monster cries last night! Definitely not any animal!"

"The OP above, with pictures there's proof; without pictures it's nothing."

A brand‑new reply just popped up.

"Guys, my friend is an extreme sports enthusiast; we plan to go tonight to that so‑called 'Disaster Isolation Zone' for an adventure, live‑streamed by drone the whole way. Anyone in? Seeking thrills!"

Below that reply is a string of follow‑up comments like '666', 'Waiting for the live stream', 'Boss take me'.

A deadly hidden danger has quietly been buried in an unnoticed corner.