The aircraft that had just taken off were caught in the shockwave, crushed into twisted heaps of metal before they could even explode. Everything within the base was annihited in an instant, reduced to ash and rubble. But the tungsten rod’s devastation didn’t stop there. Traveling at Mach 61, the five-ton projectile buried itself deep into the Earth like a drill. The sheer force of the impact triggered a rea, shaking the very foundations of the p.

  The seismic shock rippled through the Earth’s crust, disrupting the tial ptes. And unfortunately for Japan, it y at the votile interse of the Eurasian and Pacific ptes. What followed was a disaster of unimaginable scale. The ptes shifted violently, setting off the rgest earthquake in human history. Cities across the try were leveled in seds. Skyscrapers toppled like dominos, entire neighborhoods crumbled, and survivor bases were swallowed by ndslides.

  Fissures split the ground, bottomless cracks tearing through the nd. Seawater poured in, flooding everything in sight. It was a se straight out of an apocalypse—a chilling replica of every doomsday sario ever imagined. Entire swathes of nd were lifted, fractured, a crashing into the o. Almost a third of the try sah the waves, forever lost. Meanwhile, an enormous tsunami, with waves t hundreds of meters high, surged outward from the sinking ndmass. These waves barreled toward coastal cities, leaviru in their wake.

  Ba the Mansion, Zack stared at the satellite feed, his expression frozen in shock. His excitement drained away, repced by an overwhelming sense of disbelief. “Holy… crap…” he finally muttered, standing there for what felt like ay. The s dispyed ses of absolute devastation. Cities sinking, massive tsunamis f, the nd itself breaking apart. Zack couldn’t even find the words to describe what he was seeing. “How am I supposed to use this thing again?!” he finally shouted, his voice crag in a mix of panid incredulity.

  Ego’s voice cut through the chaos. “Sir, I think you should prepare to face global backsh.”

  Zack blinked, his mind still rag to process the scale of destru. “I get that. But… someone expin to me how this thing ended up this powerful? The simutions didn’t show anything like this! This is—this is i’s, like, ten thousand times stronger!”

  Ego replied in a measured tone, “Sir, the target’s unique geographical ditions likely amplified the effects signifitly.”

  Zack’s jaw dropped as the implications sank in. What he’d pnned as a calcuted show of force had turned into a catastrophe of unpreted proportions. “Well, this is a mess…” Zack muttered, sinking into his chair. He doesn’t evehe enhaungsed rod, this just a normal rod but the result is like mini apocalpyse.

  Japan sat at the crossroads of two teic ptes. The tungsten rod strike had nded right on that delicate interse, unleashing catastrophic destru. The sheer depth of the impact set off a rea that turhe world upside down. The collision wasn’t just devastating; it ocalyptic. The ground quaked, aire cities were swallowed by chaos as the ptes shifted violently. This wasn’t just the force of a on—it was nature’s wrath, triggered by a single, precise strike. "Man, this thing is too destructive," Zack muttered, shaking his head in frustration. From now on, space-based ons were strictly off-limits unless absolutely necessary. Especially not anywhere near him.

  Even though the destru wasirely the on’s doing—it was the teic ptes reag to the strike—the tungsten rod had beerigger. It acted like a match lighting an explosive, unleashing the full fury of nature. The tungsten rods might fall like arrows from the heavens, but the aftermath was far worse. The earth trembled. A third of Japan was gone, and the surrounding coastal cities had been submerged. Even some domestic coastal regions were starting to feel the effects.

  Zack sighed, ping the bridge of his nose. "I already see it… People all over the world are putti the top of their danger lists." But even Zack had uimated the fear the space-based on would inspire. The live footage of the strike, captured by satellites, quickly spread across survivor bases, secret anizations, and anyone lucky—or unlucky—enough to see it.

  For a moment, there was sileno words. Just shock. Even the most hardened survivors and mysterious anizations were left gaping in terror. Those watg the footage didn’t even have the presenind to utter a simple "fuck." The ses of devastation were beyond prehension, evoking a deep, primal fear. It felt just like the first time humanity saw the true power of nuclear ons. But this wasn’t a bomb; it was something far worse. A on hanging high above their heads, waiting to fall, like the Sword of Damocles.

  Everyone uood the implications, and it scared them to their core. What if it happeo them? What if their city was ? Finally, someone broke the silence. "No! This thing has to be destroyed!""This on should never exist!""Why are we building ons like this when the world is already falling apart?!"

  e erupted across the world. Survivor bases and fas of every kind, across every region, found themselves in rare agreement. Race, location, and old grudges didn’t matter. The sensus was clear: this on was too dangerous, and it had to be destroyed. Otherwise, no one would ever sleep peacefully again. The space-based on wasn’t just ahreat. It was worse than the billions of zombies pguing the world. Zombies could be fought off. This? This was unstoppable. O was deployed, the end was guaranteed.

  But while many raged, no one dared to openly challenge Zaot yet. His reputation for swift, merciless retaliation had already been proven. Japan was a chilling example—just a few missiles fired in his dire had led to their destru. A third of their territory was now uhe sea. Millions of survivors had perished. And the missiles they’d fired? Intercepted before they even reached their target. "Quick! I don’t care what it takes—find out everything about his base!""We need answers now!"In the midst of the chaos, different fas scrambled to gather intelligence. Survivor bases, govers, and anizations were all mobilizing, desperate to learn more about Zad his space-based ohe devil himself! The reination of Satan!" a religious leader screamed in hysteria."Enough! We ’t stop him on our own—we o uh other forces!"

  Simir calls rang out across the world. Alliances were proposed, spiracies were hatched, and fear fueled every dealy hoped to leverage Zack’s teology for their own gain, but the overwhelming fear of his on overshadowed greed. It didn’t take long for half the major survivor bases to agree to a loose alliaheir goal was simple: eliminate Zack before he brought the world to its knees. Yet, amidst all the chaos, it seemed as if invisible forces were fanning the fmes, pushing Zato the role of a global Mansionin.

  For Zack, trouble came in waves. Just as the world rallied against him, the zombies decided to make their presenown. Imperial Capital Base. Here, the mood was tense. Uhe rest of the world, they hadn’t joihe crusade against Zack. Instead, they were brag for airely different kind of disaster. Even teenagers were handed ons—spears, guns, whatever they could find. The air was heavy with dread, like a storm brewing on the horizon.