Chapter 125: Larger Wave
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 annihilated 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 chain reaction, shaking the very foundations of the planet.
The seismic shock rippled through the Earth's crust, disrupting the continental plates. And unfortunately for Japan, it lay at the volatile intersection of the Eurasian and Pacific plates. What followed was a disaster of unimaginable scale. The plates shifted violently, setting off the largest earthquake in human history. Cities across the country were leveled in seconds. Skyscrapers toppled like dominos, entire neighborhoods crumbled, and survivor bases were swallowed by landslides.
Fissures split the ground, bottomless cracks tearing through the land. Seawater poured in, flooding everything in sight. It was a scene straight out of an apocalypse—a chilling replica of every doomsday scenario ever imagined. Entire swathes of land were lifted, fractured, and sent crashing into the ocean. Almost a third of the country sank beneath the waves, forever lost. Meanwhile, an enormous tsunami, with waves towering hundreds of meters high, surged outward from the sinking landmass. These waves barreled toward coastal cities, leaving destruction in their wake.
Back in the Mansion, Zack stared at the satellite feed, his expression frozen in shock. His excitement drained away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of disbelief. "Holy... crap..." he finally muttered, standing there for what felt like an eternity. The screen displayed scenes of absolute devastation. Cities sinking, massive tsunamis forming, the land 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 cracking in a mix of panic and incredulity.
Ego's voice cut through the chaos. "Sir, I think you should prepare to face global backlash."
Zack blinked, his mind still racing to process the scale of destruction. "I get that. But... can someone explain to me how this thing ended up this powerful? The simulations didn't show anything like this! This is—this is insane! It's, like, ten thousand times stronger!"
Ego replied in a measured tone, "Sir, the target's unique geographical conditions likely amplified the effects significantly."
Zack's jaw dropped as the implications sank in. What he'd planned as a calculated show of force had turned into a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions. "Well, this is a mess..." Zack muttered, sinking into his chair. He doesn't even use the enhanced tungsed rod, this just a normal rod but the result is like mini apocalpyse.
Japan sat at the crossroads of two tectonic plates. The tungsten rod strike had landed right on that delicate intersection, unleashing catastrophic destruction. The sheer depth of the impact set off a chain reaction that turned the world upside down. The collision wasn't just devastating; it was apocalyptic. The ground quaked, and entire cities were swallowed by chaos as the plates shifted violently. This wasn't just the force of a weapon—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 cannons were strictly off-limits unless absolutely necessary. Especially not anywhere near him.
Even though the destruction wasn't entirely the cannon's doing—it was the tectonic plates reacting to the strike—the tungsten rod had been the trigger. 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, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can already see it... People all over the world are putting me at the top of their danger lists." But even Zack had underestimated the fear the space-based cannon would inspire. The live footage of the strike, captured by satellites, quickly spread across survivor bases, secret organizations, and anyone lucky—or unlucky—enough to see it.
For a moment, there was silence. No words. Just shock. Even the most hardened survivors and mysterious organizations were left gaping in terror. Those watching the footage didn't even have the presence of mind to utter a simple "fuck." The scenes of devastation were beyond comprehension, evoking a deep, primal fear. It felt just like the first time humanity saw the true power of nuclear weapons. But this wasn't a bomb; it was something far worse. A weapon hanging high above their heads, waiting to fall, like the Sword of Damocles.