East Africa, Wakanda.
Leaving the corpse-filled estate behind, Ron arrived at the target of his trip.
"A third-world country in Africa, poor and backward, mainly producing textiles, wool, and clothing. Most people in the world don't even know such a tiny country exists on Earth.
But that is merely an appearance."
In the sky, following the location Klaw had confessed before his death, Ron passed over the poor village used as a disguise and arrived above a vast rainforest that rose and fell with the mountain range. He reached out and lightly tapped it.
Boom!
Like a huge yet resilient membrane, the rainforest scenery rippled like a reflection on a river's surface beneath his fingertip.
An Energy Defense Dome equipped with optical camouflage.
"Pretty sturdy."
Ron smiled playfully. That light poke of his would have left a deep hole even in steel.
Yet the Energy Defense Dome's optical invisibility had not even been affected.
Bang!
He raised his arm, terrifying power gathering within it, and slammed it down at over thirty times the speed of sound, like a gigantic meteor falling from the heavens from thousands of miles above.
Rumble!
The entire earth shook.
The erupting airwaves spread outward, sweeping across nearly a mile.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The grass-thatched huts in the distant village used as a disguise were violently blown apart and swept into the sky.
"A typhoon? But why would there be a typhoon on the grasslands?"
Clinging desperately to railings or trees so they would not be blown away, the men, women, elderly, and children in the Wakandan village were terrified.
The Frontier Tribe members responsible for guarding the area looked toward the direction where the true nation lay. Their pupils shrank, and they shouted.
"Someone is attacking our country!"
"My God, th-that's a person!"
Watching the