Chapter 250: Countdown to Annihilation

Inside the temporary operations command center, a large number of officers listened disdainfully as Yenir demanded dialogue, dismissing the request with a cold flick of his hand.

First-level commands were issued in rapid succession.

Fighter jets and a squadron of mecha on the frontline instantly locked onto the figure on the ground.

Infrared lasers zeroed in on Yenir’s forehead, as if ready to fire at any moment.

“Make them surrender! If he isn’t contained within ten seconds, launch an indiscriminate bombing immediately!”

Hmm!?

Subordinate officers, upon receiving the command, froze and instinctively blurted out:

“General Mi Yang! The Governor is still in their hands!”

“Forget it! Useless scum! He leaked our orders! He deserves to die! Let’s say he sacrificed himself for the Federation!”

Although they didn’t fully understand what these mysterious individuals were up to, hijacking the Governor and hacking the system to detonate a nuclear bomb branded them as extreme terrorists. Faced with a threat of this magnitude, compromise was not an option.

Especially when they had no clue how the enemy managed it—whatever happened to all those troops originally!

As for the ‘threat’ Yenir mentioned, they dismissed it as nothing more than hot air.

On this planet, no force can stand up to the Federation!

Destroy the world?! Do these lunatics think they’re in a movie?!

However, before his steely expression could even settle, a few seconds later the command center’s main computer erupted into a frenzied chorus of alarms.

Dazzling red lights suddenly flooded the entire command center.

Thanks to the efficiency of the global network, almost the instant Yenir initiated the nuclear launch sequence, warnings blared from over 270 provinces, leaving military personnel in disbelief as their screens filled with images.

What is this?!

Images from various military bases showed underground missile silos—built several dozen meters deep—slowly opening one by one.

Red-and-white nuclear warheads began their countdown to launch.

Faces turned ashen.

Amid the piercing alarms, newly assigned interim commander Lieutenant General Mi Yang’s heart froze as an icy chill raced from his spine to the top of his head.

Holy shit!?

What the hell is going on!?

As he watched over 700 red circles appear on the screen, he instantly realized that these circles, enveloping various cities, indicated that nuclear warheads had locked on!

More than 700 nuclear warheads—enough to destroy all major Federation cities!

Inconceivable.

Had it not been for every central control screen in the command center flashing wild warnings, he would have thought he was hallucinating!

Alongside him, many officers in the command room stood stupefied, mouths agape and on the verge of fainting.

Why is this happening?!

Why would nuclear silos that require dual keys and the central system to launch suddenly activate on their own?!

These keys are top military secrets—even the Federation President knows only half of them!

Unbelievable. Devastating.

In that moment, Lieutenant General Mi Yang suddenly recalled Yenir’s earlier threat.

Destroy the world?! That man was deadly serious!

“Warning! Warning! The first strike will commence in thirty seconds. Expected impact points: Zijing Province, Andon Province, Huijiao…”

“Warning! Warning! All personnel, evacuate immediately!”

“Warning…”

The incessant alarms pounded his brain like a death knell.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the pale-faced Middle-Aged Soldier steadied himself and roared in tortured fury:

“Stop! All of you, stop right now!!”

He couldn’t afford to wager on whether any of this was real.

In those brief ten seconds, he knew the world had begun its countdown to annihilation.

Gazing at Yenir’s calm face on the screen…

To him, the youthful visage of Yenir resembled the most terrifying demon imaginable.

Who exactly is this man?!

……………….

Three minutes later.

Central Federation.

During an emergency joint meeting broadcast, high-ranking officials appeared on the conference room display one after another.

At the head of the table, a distinguished Middle-Aged Man listened grimly to the constant flow of reports, his fingers nimbly flipping through virtual screens as he reviewed the compiled data.

Just minutes earlier.

The military, which should have been mobilizing to capture the terrorists, reported a chilling message.

The Federation’s central control had been ‘breached’! The supposedly highest-security military network had been commandeered by the enemy!

Over 700 nuclear warheads were aimed at them, and the enemy had even demanded a dialogue!

This is too bizarre…

No matter how composed President Bayen tried to be, the shocking news left him in a daze.

“Can we reclaim the launch codes?!”

“Have we determined who these people really are?!”

Listening to the president’s increasingly panicked questions, the Secretary General in a suit hesitated before replying hastily:

“President, we can’t take them back…”

“To be precise, the enemy didn’t seize control through technical means—rather…”

“Through legitimate channels…he knows our keys!”

Even he felt his own words were horrifying.

“If we want to reclaim control, we’ll have to forcibly change the keys, but the enemy will surely notice!”

“And as for the identity of these people…”

His expression darkened even further.

The Secretary General, who had just reviewed the latest data, now wore a vacant look:

“We found no trace of them in any records!”

“They appear as if conjured out of thin air!”

“And according to our satellite footage, the enemy doesn’t even seem…human?”

Upon hearing this, President Bayen was stunned. The special forces dispatched to capture the Governor had long been wiped out by Yenir and his team. Naturally, they had no idea what Yenir had said.

All they knew was that a group of incredibly mysterious super terrorists had detonated nuclear warheads around the city and then demanded dialogue with the Federation.

Ordinarily, they would never compromise or speak with the enemy.

But unanimous confirmation from several military technicians made President Bayen realize that the crisis was far graver than he had imagined.

Minutes later, amid urgent inquiries from the frontline…

The Central Federation, contacted through unconventional channels, ultimately agreed to dialogue.

Forget dialogue—in the moment Yenir makes any demands, they’ll have no choice but to comply! That young man’s threat has truly pushed the world to the brink of destruction!

………………………………

Facing a vast armed force alone, Yenir impatiently glanced at his watch. With fighter jets and mecha tanks nearby, his expression remained unmoved. Once the enemy halted their actions, he granted the Federation ten minutes to decide.

Either meet him face-to-face and accede to his demands,

or he’d blow up the world and walk away. Even if the planet turned into a radioactive wasteland, it wouldn’t matter to him.

The mission must continue; at worst, they’ll enter nuclear war preemptively.

“Vrrrm”

As the countdown neared its end, a swarm of hovering fighter jets suddenly halted their spread and abandoned their locks. Yenir raised an eyebrow.

Apparently, the enemy was too scared to challenge him.

Amid a dense formation of silver mecha, a giant unit with four stars painted on its chest slowly approached.

“I am Federation Honorary War General, Four-Star Commander Mark.”

“The dialogue you demand will be negotiated by me, representing the Central Federation.”

“Now, tell me—who exactly are you…”

With a grim, alert expression, before the renowned top-tier officer Mark could finish speaking, Yenir delivered a ghostlike kick that shattered the hydraulic joint on his mech.

“Boom!”

Under the massive impact, the alloy joint—designed to withstand artillery barrages—shattered, and blue energy fluid, resembling blood, sprayed out.

Seeing Mark suddenly shrink and kneel before him, Yenir sneered and spat with contempt:

“I told you! Tell your President to speak with me! Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Get out of my way!”

“Dispatch the special jet immediately!”

“If I don’t see all your high-level officials within an hour, you’re all dead!”

Arrogant. Overbearing.

Before the enraged Mark could add another word, Yenir turned and walked away, his dismissive stride leaving Mark nearly stunned.

What kind of power is this?! How can mere flesh shatter his mech?

Recalling Yenir’s unabashed threats, Mark hurriedly relayed the news.

For some reason, as he watched Yenir gradually disappear into the Manor, a surge of terror welled within him.

Is the enemy even human?! What on earth have they gotten themselves into?!