Harvest Day

Rewind to the western airport of Comora, in the warehouse, Kang De and Horus.

Iron Son looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said he was hungry.

Kang De asked in bewilderment, "What's there?"

Horus murmured, "Delicious food, very delicious food..."

Kang De was startled. "The Sun? You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are actually the Fallen?"

"No, it's not the sun, it's metal..."

"--satellite?"

"No, there are many, approaching this way, very soon, very soon..."

Kang De blinked. "Fighter jets?"

Iron Son, lost in his culinary fantasies, casually remarked, "Hmm, maybe it's a fighter jet..."

"..."

"..."

The human and the robot turned their heads and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Fighter?"

"A lot of?"

"... Hold!

"... Hold!"

The father and son both swore at the same time.

What are a bunch of high-speed fighter jets doing speeding towards this godforsaken place like Comora?

For Kang De, who grew up watching United States blockbusters, and his Iron Son, who had just learned to use the internet, the answer was very simple—it's been shown in movies all the time!

Kang De shuddered. "Quick, move all these things out of here!"

Horus shouted sternly, "It's too late! It really was an air strike, so we have to leave now!"

Kang De suddenly came to his senses.

Yes.

The power of modern weapons has long exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

If it really was an air-dropped laser-guided bomb, it could penetrate the warehouse in an instant and destroy him and his Iron Son along with the entire warehouse without any problem.

In a flash, he grabbed Iron Son's hand and activated his power.

Yet, he felt extremely heartbroken and angry.

Oh shit!

It's obvious who did it!

Those damn France!

They want to destroy the airport's supplies and evidence, or perhaps they want to eliminate him along with them!

In an instant, Kang De was both shocked and furious, and a murderous aura arose within him. This was no longer a personal grudge. The military supplies in the two warehouses of the entire airport could greatly increase Goth's leverage in the Battle of Danfeng Lucerne. In fact, the initial reason he stayed in Comora was to seize these weapons.

And now... he doesn't think the France will leave him any of that.

Damn it!

This isn't over yet!

With such obsession and hatred, Kang De traversed space and entered the White Mist World.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, his face showing disbelief.

--The surrounding scenery remained unchanged.

Ammunition racks, military crates, row upon row, the warehouse with its oppressive atmosphere, still in the same place.

If Kang De might have even thought the ability had failed. But if it hadn't failed, it meant...

He exchanged a glance with his equally astonished Iron Son, then kicked open the warehouse door.

Outside, the sky above Comora Airport is clear and the view stretches to the horizon, but in the distance, one can see a white wall of fog encircling the area.

This is indeed White Mist World.

A new map has been added.

But... I didn't buy it either.

He suddenly remembered what he had said to the king.

--I've already taken over the western airport.

Military occupation, expulsion of all hostile forces, and acquisition of indisputable control and dominion.

Is that so.

"Anyway, it's good news."

Iron Son looked back and said, "The military supplies in the warehouse have been copied. We still managed to seize these weapons and ammunition. It doesn't matter if the western airport in the real world is destroyed, but there will still be some impact. After a while, once the time difference is exceeded, when the White Mist World refreshes, we'll only see some ruins from the bombing."

Kang De, who was frowning in deep thought, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this and turned around, asking, "What did you say?"

Horus exclaimed in astonishment, "I said it wouldn't matter if the western airport was bombed..."

"That last sentence!"

"Refreshing the White Mist World will only reveal some bombed ruins."

Horus repeated himself and asked, "Father, what's wrong?"

Kang De looked at his Iron Son, then at the warehouse behind him.

This is actually a very complicated issue. The White Mist World is just anchored to a point in time in the real world. In other words, at this moment in the White Mist World, it is the state of the western airport on Earth more than two hours ago. But after the White Mist World refreshes again after more than two hours, it will show the scene of the Comora Airport being bombed, a completely worthless scene of being blown to pieces.

... is that so?

Kang De looked at Iron Son and asked, "Besides the bombing sites, are those the only things we can find?"

"What else..." Iron Son muttered to himself, then a look of disbelief crossed his face, "Ah!"

Kang De stared at him. "Is that alright?"

All the parts of the Transformers were trembling. "It seems like it could work!"

"You can give it a try!"

"There's no harm in giving it a try!"

"If things go too far, even these things won't be safe!"

"But if we win, we'll make a fortune!"

They answered each other quickly, one question after another.

Horus shouted his loudest voice yet, "Papa! I'm hungry!"

"Then let's give it a try!"

It's decided.

Compare the times, determine the exact time difference, calculate the time required to traverse the White Mist World, delineate a buffer time zone, finalize the plan, study the details, and then wait.

Two hours have passed in the real world.

Therefore, Kang De returned to the real world and saw the sky filled with roaring aircraft. He kept this in mind and quietly returned to the embassy's basement.

Meeting with my father.

Dialogue.

He was going to disappear for a while, ostensibly to avoid the limelight, but in reality to focus all his efforts on resolving the Goth war.

Moreover, Tina is his fiancée in name only, so this is indeed meeting his wife.

Who knew that her father would ask such a probing question, "Are you going to the world of anime and manga?"

"..."

Kang De's subtle expression was taken as tacit agreement.

Kang Jinzhu slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed excitedly, "That little golden ball actually has such a wonderful use? No wonder you looked so smug just now! Damn it, I want to go too!"

"... Calm down! You already have a wife!"

"I just wanted to go and take a look!"

"... no!"

He managed to calm his father down, but then Papa Kang grabbed Kang De's wrist.

"Go do what you've been doing before?"

Kang De paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Hmm."

Papa Kang looked at him and remained silent for a moment. "But, are those things really things you absolutely have to do?"

Kang De grasped his father's hand in return and said seriously, "I feel this is what I want to do."

"... Although my son has many secrets, possesses superpowers, runs around with many weapons, kills indiscriminately, and acts on his own, always worrying me, but..." Kang Jinzhu slowly smiled, "He's grown up, and that's something to celebrate."

Kang De's lips trembled, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Go on," Kang Jinzhu waved his hand, wiped his eyes, and said with a laugh, "Don't flatter yourself. I was just getting into character so that when the news comes, I won't be able to cry or act properly. Now get out of here."

Kang De stood silently, then gave his father a hug.

Space shattered silently, and Kang De returned to the White Mist World.

Wait.

As the time drew near, two hours passed, filled with final preparations: weapons, ammunition, enchantments, battle plans, and many other things.

Until the alarm clock rang.

Kang De stood up and looked at his Iron Son.

Iron Son uses a built-in timer for the final countdown.

"We have reached the buffer time zone."

Kang De nodded, then reached out, and the Crimson Scroll flashed, causing the Clock of Time to lower its rope.

The bell is rung once.

The world has been refreshed.

Everything was as it always was; the sky was clear, and the buildings stood tall.

He held his breath and waited patiently.

After several seconds, Iron Son shouted, "Again!"

The bell was rung twice.

The world has been refreshed.

Everything remains the same.

Kang De remained unfazed until the third command.

"Again!"

The bell was rung three times.

"Again!"

In an instant, the world changed color. The warehouse in the distance was engulfed in flames. Time went from standing still to flowing. Flame flowed and black smoke rose. The entire warehouse and terminal were blown up and collapsed. A large amount of supplies were reduced to ashes. But Kang De showed no sign of pain because he could already hear the roar of engines.

Using spatial teleportation, he ascended into the sky with his new permission, gazing into the distance. In the distance, a massive attack cluster was flying towards him. The White Mist World completely replicated them, except the pilot seats were empty. These advanced fighter jets remained operational even without pilots, hurtling past at extremely high speeds.

Judging by the size of the White Mist World, these fighter jets should crash into the fog wall in less than a minute, then disintegrate into huge fireballs and turn into a pile of rubble.

But I, Kang De, just love to say NO to the self-important F-16!

--the World!

Time was slowed down continuously. The supersonic fighter jet, flying through the air, moved forward little by little, just like a human walking. Kang De waved his hands, space reversed, the earth shifted, and the fighter jet changed direction, flying towards the "ground." Iron Son let out an excited roar; this was what he wanted to eat.

It was teleported into the air with Kang De, exempting it from time deceleration. It grabbed a Rafale fighter jet and dragged it toward the "ground." Its right hand transformed into a complex mechanical structure, which pressed down on the back of the fighter jet, quickly shutting it off, lowering the landing gear, and throwing it directly to the ground.

They did it the same way, one after another.

Until the very last one, Horus, unable to contain his appetite any longer, roared and spread out as if his body were falling apart, engulfing the massive fighter jet, breaking it down, absorbing it, and containing everything within it.

Time flowed back to normal, and the fighter jets that had been forcibly stopped only trembled slightly. Some were lying on their backs with their bellies facing up, while others were quietly parked. Various types and sizes of aerial weapons hung silently.

Kang De stood on the land of the White Mist World, gazing at all of this.

The laws of victory have been established once again.

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PS1: Second update! 8,000 words today! Where are the monthly votes? Time for bed!