I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 552 - 334 Joint Responsibility

Chapter 552: Chapter 334 Joint Responsibility

When a cylindrical layer of soil with a radius of five kilometers and a thickness of two hundred meters crashed to the ground,

if it had fallen from beyond the atmosphere, then it would undoubtedly have been a reset button for human civilization, capable of causing terror destruction on a global scale.

Even if the height of the fall was only a few hundred meters.

The force it unleashed was beyond imagination.

Energy equivalent to nearly a hundred Tsar Bombs would have been released, roughly equal to 530 million tons of TNT.

When that piece of soil as huge as a continent began its merciless fall, the sky seemed to be covered by a vast shadow.

This five-kilometer-wide, two-hundred-meter-thick cylindrical layer of soil appeared exceedingly heavy in the air, its descent stirring a fierce current of air, making the atmosphere in front of it seem thin.

With its approach, even the ground below could feel a slight tremor, the air filling with dust and a sense of unease.

If someone stood on the ground,

they would surely think it was Heaven falling to earth, a divine punishment from God.

The three nations whose attention was focused here took an inward gasp, then couldn’t help but release a long breath of relief.

Only the faces of those from Lighthouse Country looked somewhat distressed.

After all, this thing had fallen into their territory, nearly ascending to heaven on the spot.

They were grateful that it hadn’t continued to ascend, becoming a force capable of obliterating humanity.

But even just falling from this height would still be exceptionally powerful.

Even though the military base was in a remote area and unlikely to sustain much damage,

it still made Lighthouse Country profoundly uneasy.

Watching everything happening in real-time on the screen,

the three countries now realized that a sword of Damocles hung over everyone’s heads, that man had the ability to overturn the table.

Anyone who dared to provoke him had to be ready for the end game.

Those who understood this,

found themselves completely without a solution against such absolute personal power towering above the state.

All they could do,

was to watch everything that happened intently,

and memorize it meticulously, etching it into their brains.

When daring to have second thoughts in the future,

this image would act as a warning to all!

While everyone had their thoughts, the fall continued on the satellite imagery.

That layer of soil, huge as Heaven lost, although partially disintegrated during its fall, the unbroken parts still retained a certain degree of destructive power.

The moment this vast layer of soil collided with the ground felt like the whole world shook.

The resulting shockwave spread out at incredible speed, forming a giant mushroom cloud, dust and debris flying in all directions, and the skies instantly filled with dust-colored smoke.

The satellite surveillance images of the three nations were lost instantly, just like those countries whose satellites they had disrupted, seeing nothing at all.

For the mushroom cloud that rose covered an area six kilometers in diameter and reached a height of almost forty kilometers.

Enough to obscure most of the view.

The temperature at the center of the explosion surged, molten soil splattered everywhere, and anything close to the impact point was instantly vaporized or shattered.

The sound of the explosion boomed like thunder, deafening, audible even hundreds of kilometers away.

Over the next few minutes, the shockwaves continued to spread outward, causing widespread destruction.

Trees were uprooted, rivers diverted, and the landscape underwent fundamental changes.

Giant fissures opened in the ground, and the impact site itself became a colossal and bottomless pit. Soil was thrown into the air and fell back in a shower, covering everything.

Only a vast meteor crater with jagged edges remained at the impact site, the pit filled with molten rock and gold metal fragments.

The surrounding terrain had been completely transformed, new hills and valleys formed, and the once gentle landscape was now riddled with faults and cracks.

This vast and terrifying mark,

once the mushroom cloud dissipated, would be deeply etched into the hearts of all who knew.

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At this moment, the afternoon of May 23rd,

a small town more than a hundred kilometers from the military base was immersed in tranquility.

Sunlight gently sprinkled on the cobblestone paths, the old trees on either side of the streets stretched their branches, offering shade to the passersby.

The town’s residents went about their busy lives, children frolicking and playing in the square, and the elderly sat in the chairs outside their homes, enjoying the leisurely afternoon.

In the middle of the town stood a clock tower, its melodious tolling every hour reminding the townsfolk of the passage of time.

Opposite the clock tower, neat rows of shops sold an array of goods, from fresh fruits and vegetables to handicrafts.

Occasionally, travelers would pass through, either pausing to appreciate the scenery or entering shops to buy souvenirs.

Suddenly, a deafening boom shattered the peace.

Then a powerful shockwave swept in from the distance, and although its strength had greatly weakened, it was still strong enough to make the buildings’ doors and windows in the town shake violently, some of the old houses even showing cracks.

The children in the square screamed in fright, and the elders stood up, their faces in shock as they looked towards the distance.