Everything had unfolded according to the Main God's design.
Fang Xiu had encountered the target he'd expected to be abnormally difficult to kill. Even though he'd successfully grasped the identity hint and gained the upper hand with the help of this world's specialty, Seabed Nectar, and the many resources he could use.
He'd even grown ambitious, trying to turn his physically powerful enemy into a fruit.
But the contest was still underway.
He hoped the Main God wouldn't crank up the difficulty again, guiding these already gifted pan-science-fiction behemoths to an even higher level...
It seemed as though he'd received a response to his plea.
Over the next nine days, the isolated, frozen world remained eerily quiet. No matter how fierce the fighting was elsewhere, it never reached here.
New York.
A sprawling city reduced to ruins. Its densely populated area, hundreds of square kilometers wide, had become an enormous garbage dump beyond repair. Entire blocks of high-rises had collapsed and crumbled, leaving huge craters every so often.
After agonizing, deliberating, and weighing their options, the military realized the situation was beyond saving. They evacuated some key personnel, then used nuclear weapons—not just one.
The only thing the Shazhou Team survivors could be grateful for was that the bombs had sufficient yield. They were nuclear bombs, not dirty bombs.
The latter were designed to maximize radiation damage. They were devastating to ordinary organisms, but... if they were used against Clover, the Reincarnators feared they might cause another beneficial mutation and make an already desperate situation even more hopeless.
"Maybe someone in America's Department of Defense knows what they're doing... They probably considered the possibility of mutation. After all, Clover's appearance is already science fiction enough."
Emir lay behind a low wall, his thoughts wandering.
Honestly, he was a little grateful.