Cars were crushed flat, and people's terrified screams were swiftly swallowed by the thunderous roar of collapsing structures. Everything seemed so helpless and desperate.
Amid this sudden disaster, the planetary transformation plan quietly began, and the surrounding gravitational field started to undergo subtle changes.
Gravity seemed to be increasing. The air became abnormally heavy, making even breathing difficult. Trees bent, rivers changed course, and the natural laws were completely overturned in that instant.
At the U.S. military base closest to Metropolis, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
Inside the command center, rows of high-performance computers ran at astonishing speeds. Complex data and images flickered across the screens as they attempted to analyze the source of the disaster.
The leading general, a stern-faced middle-aged man with sharp eyes, stood before the large screen. His face was livid, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Though he tried to remain calm, the anxiety and unease in his heart were impossible to hide.
"Gentlemen, the military didn't bring you here for boring academic debates!"
The general's words struck like a heavy hammer, instantly silencing the experts who had been arguing endlessly.
Their faces were filled with terror and confusion, as if they had just been violently dragged back to reality from an intense academic debate.
"Tell me, what have you found? What kind of weapon is the enemy using?"
The general's blazing gaze swept across everyone present, awaiting a definite answer.
"It appears to be some kind of gravity weapon."
The expert spoke cautiously, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
"It is gradually increasing the Earth's gravitational pull. This change is not merely physical—it reaches down to the molecular level, silently altering the Earth's atmospheric composition and geological structure..."
The general's patience had clearly reached its limit.