When I Walk Out of the Nuclear Explosion, I Hope Every Nation Knows Better Than to Resist Pointlessly!

February 29.

That day, the streets were sparsely populated. Even those who were out frequently pulled out their phones to check them. On the TVs in coffee shops, every channel showed scenes of Anchorage Base and He-El basking in the sun.

It was not until evening had passed and night had fallen, with few cars on the streets and even the colorful neon lights seeming dim, that the long-awaited development finally appeared on television.

Overworked office drones stopped what they were doing and took out their phones to watch the livestream.

At home, people who should have been watching the eight o'clock prime-time drama could not help but tune in to the livestream instead.

Families who happened to be having dinner discussed the alien as they ate.

Taxis pulled over by the roadside temporarily switched on their busy signs as their drivers listened to the broadcast about the alien's movements.

"Lawrence, come quick! The alien is making a move."

"I wonder what he wants to tell us."

"I think it's a punishment for the Pacific Rim Coalition."

"No matter what, it has nothing to do with us."

"Not necessarily. What if he conquers the world?"

"Tch..."

The viewers discussed it among themselves, treating it as entertainment in their spare time.

After all, no alien had ever understood Earthlings so well that he even held a news livestream. The people of Earth certainly remembered him now.

Anchorage Base.

He-El straightened his back beneath the dome and rose to his feet. He lifted his head toward the sky. There were no stars visible in the night; thick clouds filled the heavens, and his skin could sense the high humidity in the air.

He did not care whether it might rain. If it did, he could simply blow the clouds away. He floated into the air.

Cameras in the plaza followed He-El's movements, flashes flickering without pause. He slowly flew forward, his eyes beneath black hair deep and unfathomable, his features strong and imposing, carrying a uniquely captivating aura.

He slowly descended onto the podium, immediately causing a stir among the reporters. Some excited reporters tried to rush forward for interviews, but Jupiter, the newly appointed secretary from two days ago, led people in stopping them and maintaining order.

A smile appeared on He-El's strong, imposing face. He spread his hands against the podium and said slowly, "Everyone, the reason I remain on Earth and have yet to leave is that I wish to conquer the world."

He-El's voice was magnetic and deep, pleasant yet carrying an empty, intoxicating quality. However, what he said caused an uproar among the reporters present.

The viewers watching the livestream on television were all stunned.

This really was... huge news.

He-El was about to continue when a fine, hazy drizzle began falling from the sky. It did not affect the reporters' pursuit of this major story.

"Wait a moment. I don't like this weather."

As soon as He-El finished speaking, a sonic boom cloud erupted around him. The powerful blast of air buffeted the reporters and cameramen in the front rows, making them stagger. They hurriedly steadied themselves and aimed their cameras at the pitch-black sky covered by thick clouds.

He-El had already shot into the clouds and disappeared from their sight. Just as everyone wondered where he had gone—

The dense clouds suddenly tore apart at their center, scattering and being pushed far away. A black figure hovered in the air, a hurricane pouring from his mouth. The surrounding clouds churned and dispersed, while the distant clouds retreated as if time-lapsed.

In little more than ten seconds, he had blown away the dense clouds and the misty rain that had only just begun, leaving nothing behind.

The black sky revealed a clear night, stars gleaming like precious gems.

"Whoa..."

The reporters and cameramen were stunned. Their eyes widened as exclamations rose uncontrollably from them.

The ability to casually alter such enormous weather patterns—one breath becoming a hurricane, blowing away the clouds. Was this not the divine power of a god descending into the world, a myth appearing before their eyes?

Watching the surveillance footage earlier had given them nowhere near as clear an understanding of He-El's abilities as this moment did.

The viewers before their televisions were so stunned that they could not close their mouths.

Like a god, He-El slowly descended from the sky and returned to the podium. The black cloak-like coat behind him hung to his heels, and he wore a calm smile.

"From the moment I began speaking, Earth's finance, economy, banks, and networks have all been locked down."

Ignoring the horrified expressions around him, He-El continued to lay out his plan in an unhurried voice.

"I will forge a grand empire upon Earth."

"Starting tomorrow, I will take one day to thoroughly clear out the most powerful nation beneath my feet. I ask every nation to see reality clearly and refrain from unnecessary resistance."

"I have no great desire to slaughter. Ordinary citizens, please do not panic. This is a change among the upper ranks, one that has nothing to do with you."

"I can assure you that your lives in the future will be hundreds of times better than they are now, because I have no need to oppress you. Please wait and see, and look forward enthusiastically to better days ahead."

"At the same time, please do not worry about the alien monsters of the Pacific Rim... As it happens, they have arrived. I will show everyone with my actions."

He-El was exceedingly polite, his smile as composed and elegant as an aristocrat's.

"Now, have your satellites film it, or take helicopters to the surface above Challenger Deep in the Pacific Ocean. An extraterrestrial visitor is coming ashore." Jupiter gave instructions at the right moment. Numerous reporters and cameramen hurried toward the helicopters that had long been prepared, rushing to follow the trail of He-El's sonic boom cloud.

He-El did not wait. A sonic boom cloud burst around him as he shot into the sky, accelerating twice in succession. His lower body looked as though it wore a skirt of sonic boom clouds as he streaked through the clear night sky beneath the glittering stars. Reaching the surface above Challenger Deep, he plunged into the Pacific Ocean, kicking up waves.

Seawater surged around He-El's ears, as though a membrane separated him from another world. He activated his super vision and saw a massive monster swimming toward the surface. He stirred the seawater and flew toward it, leaving a swift trail through the ocean.

When he reached the monster, there was no battle at all. He flew behind it, pressed a single finger against it, and accelerated, startling the monster into an enraged roar.

When the reporters and cameramen hurriedly arrived, they saw a monster shoot from the sea into the sky, splashing up enormous waves. He-El supported the monster's back with his right index finger, lifting it from the ocean into the air and suspending it there. The monster struggled and howled furiously, all four limbs flailing.

The night sky was clear, raging waves rolled below, and icy winds swept through He-El's black hair. His face remained calm, a smile at his lips, as he effortlessly held up a monster nearly a hundred meters tall with one finger. Beneath the stars, the sight was overwhelmingly shocking.

The newly appointed secretary, Jupiter, explained at the right moment.

"Everyone, that is the monster most recently detected by radar. It is the heaviest alien monster to date, nearly a hundred meters tall and weighing 2,700 tons."

This monster was Knifehead, the one that appeared in the opening scene of the Pacific Rim film. The protagonist and his brother Yancy had piloted Gipsy Danger against it. During the battle, his brother Yancy had tragically died, beginning the film.

Under countless gazes, He-El controlled his bio-magnetic field, extending it from his finger to envelop Knifehead.

In an instant, Knifehead seemed to be crushed. It abruptly contracted, unable even to roar in pain, and died immediately. Blue blood seeped from the surface of its flesh, only to be tightly contained by He-El's bio-magnetic field.

Suddenly, Knifehead's corpse compressed into a sphere thirty meters in diameter. He-El loosely clenched his hand, and the bio-magnetic field contracted. The rounded corpse shrank violently, suddenly reducing by a great deal—from thirty meters in diameter to twenty, ten, five, one. The visual spectacle beneath the stars was immensely shocking. In the end, it was compressed by the bio-magnetic field into a ball no larger than a basketball, spinning upon He-El's fingertip.

At that moment, the starry sky was merely the backdrop behind him. His tall body stood proudly, his calm and unhurried smile never fading. His black hair was whipped by the biting wind, his eyes as deep and deadly as black holes. The blue sphere spinning on his fingertip appeared cruel, violent, and elegant.

The reporters who saw this scene, along with the viewers before their televisions, were stunned once again. Their mouths hung open, but they could not say a word. They could only stare blankly at He-El beneath the stars.

Such power had long surpassed their imagination, shaking them to their core.

Suddenly.

He-El's brow shifted. His gaze turned toward the distant starry sky, and he casually tossed the sphere from his fingertip into the Pacific Ocean. A deep glimmer flickered in his eyes.

"Everyone, please leave this area first. Three nuclear missiles are flying in this direction."

"When I walk out of the nuclear explosion, I hope every nation knows better than to resist pointlessly!"

He-El's expression was cold as he stood alone beneath the stars, detached from the world. Behind him lay only the abandoned galaxy and ocean. His bio-magnetic field spread across his body, and the curve of his lips rose. Beneath wind-tossed black hair, his deep eyes revealed nothing but wildness.