True Apocalypse Game

A thousand meters in diameter!?

Shen Feng’s eyes widened as he asked:

"What’s the physical wormhole’s current diameter?"

"Physical diameter... eighty meters. And it’s still expanding. It’ll reach a hundred meters soon..." Jingwei’s voice sounded grave.

A hundred-meter physical wormhole... that was probably big enough for that thing to get through.

Shen Feng quickly regained his composure. He stroked his chin and said,

"Forget about it for now. The major world fleets are all in the Bering Sea Region, so let them handle it. If they really can’t manage, I’ll take the Gray Tide over... although the Gray Tide probably won’t be much help. I’m due to enter the mission world in a few days, so I can’t waste any time. I need to finish my preparations, and this ship... it’s still lacking."

He glanced toward the distant shore, where Abdullah and Hadi looked like two tiny black specks, and muttered to himself,

"I’ll leave it to Abdullah. As long as he can complete the modifications within three days, that’ll be good enough... I still need to pick some things up..."

With that, Shen Feng vaulted backward off the high deck, plunging into the Persian Gulf.

A small Submersible, which had been waiting for some time, opened its hatch. Shen Feng entered, and the vessel sped off into the distance...

Meanwhile, on the shore, Abdullah and Hadi stood respectfully in the glaring sun outside a stretch Lincoln parked in an Oasis, awaiting the Commander’s summons.

From this distance, they couldn’t see the Commander at all, only the silhouette of the battleship, but their hearts still pounded with excitement.

After all, they were probably the Salvation Army Warriors who had gotten closest to the Commander.

To be able to get this close to the Commander in the real world was truly an unparalleled honor.

Abdullah felt that the ten billion US dollars he had donated to establish the foundation had been money well spent.

From now on, he was no longer just some rich fool from the Middle East, fleeced by Westerners and Easterners alike. He was a guardian of human civilization, a true hero.

Just then, the diamond-encrusted electronic communicator on his wrist buzzed, and the blood-red eye icon appeared once more.

Abdullah immediately raised his wrist to look and saw a new message on the screen.

This time, it wasn’t just a system-generated mission directive, but a few surprisingly personal and human-sounding sentences:

"Mr. Abdullah, thank you for your selfless dedication. The modifications to this Duke of Wellington-class Sailing Battleship are excellent, but a few minor areas require further changes.

First, the operating system for raising and lowering the sails’ rigging. I’d like this changed from an electromechanical system to a manually operated pulley-and-tackle system.

Second, the battleship’s auxiliary steam power system. I hope this can be converted to a propeller engine powered by an Internal Combustion Engine. It should also have a joystick starter to avoid any electronic components.

Third, the warship’s navigation system. Please add celestial navigation equipment from the Age of Sail, such as a magnetic compass, just in case.

Thank you again for your generosity and sacrifice.

The Developer"

Hadi, standing beside him, had also seen the message. His eyes went wide as he exclaimed in a tone of utter disbelief,

"Oh my God, Uncle Abdullah, the Commander thanked you twice! And in such a polite, courteous tone! He thanked you twice! Twice! That’s the guardian of this world, the Savior, the Commander of the Salvation Army!"

The envy in his eyes was practically overflowing, and his mouth hung open, drool nearly dripping onto Abdullah’s watch.

Abdullah struggled to suppress his own excitement. He read the message several more times before putting away his watch. Pretending to adjust his headscarf, he discreetly wiped the corner of his eye and muttered,

"It is nothing... Commander... Everything I have done is nothing... not even one-billionth of what you do..."

Hadi also managed to calm himself down, though his heart was still reeling with emotion. He asked,

"Uncle Abdullah, can we really finish a project this big in only three days?"

’The other requests were one thing, but replacing the auxiliary power system on such a large warship was no simple task.’

’And once it was converted to an Internal Combustion Engine with a propeller, it wouldn’t really be an auxiliary system anymore.’

Abdullah looked at the silhouette of the Sail Warship in the distant bay, cast by the setting sun. He smiled and said with confidence,

"Don’t worry, Hadi. Compared to the challenges the Commander faces, our task is a trivial matter."

’After all, he was a cash-class hero.’

...

「North of the Bering Strait, in the Wormhole Sea Region.」

It was night.

Over a thousand warships from nations around the world, spearheaded by five massive fleets, stood at high alert. They had formed an encirclement dozens of kilometers in diameter, centered on the undersea wormhole.

The feed from the unmanned submersibles was crystal clear. The undersea wormhole was emitting a pale blue light and expanding rapidly.

The wormhole’s spectral image, which offered a view of the distant Shield Constellation Star Realm, was now nearly a thousand meters in diameter. It bathed the sea in an eerie blue glow, transforming it into a ghostly expanse.

Through this spectral image, everyone could see into the Star Realm thousands of light-years away. Countless meteorites drifted and spun in the void; it appeared to be a Meteorite Belt.

Although Shield UY is the largest known star observable by humanity, it only took up about a fifth of the view. It didn’t seem overwhelmingly large, likely because the wormhole’s location was extremely distant from the star itself.

Humanity had now basically concluded that the region connected by the Space Wormhole was on the fringes of the star system belonging to Shield UY.

Similar to the Kuiper Belt in our own Solar System.

The distant Shield UY was a deep, dark red, a color that evoked feelings of carnage and dread.

But the most eye-catching feature within the thousand-meter-wide spectral image wasn’t the distant Shield UY. It was the enormous object that filled half of the view.

Countless thick tentacles, like the roots of Yggdrasil, writhed alongside black, hardened limbs. Its body was a grayish-brown, pockmarked like the surface of the Moon.

And then there was that single, enormous eye.

It was the Exotic Giant Beast.

A huge portion of the Exotic Giant Beast’s body was now visible to humanity through the wormhole’s spectral image.

Monstrous and immense, like a living mountain.

To avoid causing a global panic, the reappearance of the Exotic Giant Beast was not being broadcast live to the world. Only the crews of the warships present could witness it.

Even humanity’s largest aircraft carrier would be nothing but a toy boat before this behemoth.

The tentacle that had writhed into view during its first appearance was merely one of a countless multitude.

However, unlike the shock and terror of before, this time the human soldiers present felt none of their previous panic.

Zhao Weiguo watched the beast’s image projected on the screen, his expression grim as he said,

"Check with Eagle Country. What’s their status? Is the encirclement closing?"

This battle at the wormhole was a testament to the deep reserves of Eagle Country, the world’s foremost superpower.

Despite losing one carrier group, two others that had been on maneuvers in the Alaska Sea Region arrived swiftly as reinforcements.

They were, respectively, the George H.W. Bush-class aircraft carrier and the Gerald R. Ford-class Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier.

The Ford was also equipped with an Electromagnetic Cannon.

A Zumwalt-class Destroyer was also present, similarly armed with an Electromagnetic Cannon.

In the words of the Eagle Country President on Twitter: "We’re going to let our friends in the East see Eagle Country’s strength. Nobody knows more about Electromagnetic Railguns than me. We’re going to crush that monster."

"Commander, the Eagle Country Fleet reports that they are in position. The encirclement is complete, and they are ready to engage at a moment’s notice."

’Good...’ Zhao Weiguo nodded slightly.

Just then, the light radiating from the seabed intensified once more, erupting as a colossal pillar of light a thousand meters in diameter. It burst through the surface of the sea, lancing up toward the clouds!

It’s here!