Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

He is safe and sound.

The Holy Son's Path of Slaughter: Chapter 506 - Another God, the Pharaoh

"Go! Burn him to ashes!!!"

With Nixon's roar, the nuclear bomb, carrying the greatest hopes of the US government, hit its target!

Endless light and heat engulfed everything.

The bronze sheeting of the Statue of Liberty changed from green to red, orange, and white in a second before melting. Molten bronze dripped like candle tears from the torches and crown, pooling into a bubbling pool of metal on the pedestal.

The extended shockwave easily shattered all the glass curtain walls in Lower Manhattan, sweeping everything away with overwhelming force. High-rise buildings collapsed like dominoes toppled by an invisible giant hand, layer by layer, crumbling, shattering, and being swept into the churning dust.

The entire island of Manhattan was reduced to ruins in ten seconds.

Nixon's palms were sweating. He knew perfectly well that even if he saved America by making this decision, it would inevitably lead to his downfall.

But it's nothing serious, since he had already reached the end of his term.

So, did they eliminate Dongjiang?

At the very center of that rapidly expanding mushroom cloud, inside that nuclear fireball composed of plasma and radiation, where temperatures reach millions of degrees Celsius—

Thrush closed her eyes, feeling the scorching heat.

Not a speck of dust clung to his suit. The high-temperature, high-pressure plasma at the epicenter of the nuclear explosion flowed over his skin like water over a smooth rock. Neutrons and gamma rays pierced his body without disturbing a single hair on his head.

It's not that it's blocked, but rather that its material structure simply doesn't exist at the physical level where nuclear reactions can occur.

Almost 100% of the Lord Superman's body is that hard.

This is utterly self-evident and needs no further explanation.

Tsurugi slowly opened her eyes, her scarlet pupils like two burning embers in the white center of the nuclear fireball.

Then he rose from the nuclear fireball, like a person standing up from a bathtub. A white cloak billowed behind him, fluttering in the sea of ​​plasma, while his thermal vision instantly sliced ​​through the fiery cloud in front of him.

The mushroom cloud was still rising. Radioactive dust drifted towards Long Island. Smoke and flames rose from the ruins of Manhattan in the shadow of the mushroom cloud.

The river floats above the remains of the Statue of Liberty—now only a charred base remains of the statue, the bronze itself completely melted into a pool of solidified metal.

He looked down at the ruins, then looked up and turned his gaze to the southwest.

"Mr. President, we have hit the target."

The sound came from the speaker, but it didn't sound joyful at all.

"And the result?" Nixon's voice was sharp, like a string about to snap.

"The objective... still exists."

In fact, he didn't need to give anything in return. After the initial interference, the television, whose signal had been forcibly hijacked, had resumed displaying its image.

The alien was still floating there, as if it hadn't been hit by any nuclear weapon at all, but merely by a gentle breeze that had insignificantly brushed past its body.

His words reached everyone's ears.

"This is your last trump card, your ultimate weapon for coercing each other, dominating the world, and maintaining 'peace.' I didn't even feel it being touched."

"You have three minutes left. Lay down your weapons, or die!"

Nixon's knee slammed against the leg of his desk. Pain shot up his kneecap, but he felt nothing, his mind preoccupied with one thought.

It's useless. Nuclear weapons are useless. America's last resort is useless. "Traveling Through the Heavens, Can You Be Smarter Than Me?" is sparking a reading frenzy on the book club forum. Haven't you read it yet?

“Impossible…” Nixon heard himself say. His voice had changed. It was no longer the voice that had been able to grit its teeth and pretend to be calm. Instead, it was the hoarse, trembling voice that a grown man would utter in the depths of despair, with an almost tearful tone.

He bent over, his hands on the desk, his head bowed, and his shoulders began to tremble violently. He wasn't crying, though tears were indeed welling up in his eyes, mingling with snot and running down his chin, and his whole body was spasming uncontrollably.

"Mr. President!" Secret Service agents burst in. "We must move you to the underground bunker—"

"What's the use of a bunker?!" The president suddenly sat up straight, and the expression on his face made the agents instinctively take a step back.

"Can a bunker stop a nuclear bomb? Yes! But can it stop him?! He just stood in the center of the bomb for thirty seconds! He didn't even wash his face! Do you think he can't find me if I hide underground?!"

He swayed, nearly fainting, and only managed to stand upright with the help of his chief of staff. Then he roared...

"Quickly, go and fetch Dr. Manhattan!!!"

But can they find him? No, because not long ago they condoned the media attacks on Dr. Manhattan, and he simply chose to teleport away—now, nobody knows where he is.

Nixon desperately made phone calls everywhere, but no one could reach Dr. Manhattan, who was far away on Mars.

Three minutes have passed.

The world has fallen into the hands of another god.

I am Ozymandias, King of Kings, my achievements are boundless, the strong bow before me, and nothing else matters. Around the ruins, only the vast, desolate yellow sand stretches in all directions.

Pharaoh Adrian Witte was the smartest person in the world.

This is not boasting, but a fact: he is the wisest, most intelligent, and also the most indifferent person in the world.

He was also a superhero, and was once...

His physical strength is beyond human limits; he can catch bullets, he can create technological products that transcend current advancements, he can...

But all of this is meaningless when facing Dr. Manhattan.

The smartest person in the world is no different from the smartest termite in front of Dr. Manhattan.

Because he is a god, even though he uses countless words and theatrical emotional expressions to convey that he is not a god, the fact is that he perfectly embodies all fantasies about gods throughout history and across cultures.

Even the smartest person cannot stop the world from heading towards destruction.

God can, but God doesn't care.

Jon is willing to do his part for the world, but he is an insignificant ordinary person.

Dr. Manhattan possesses the power to easily change the world, but he is no longer human.

The Pharaoh could actually understand Doctor Manhattan. Long ago, when Doctor Manhattan was still behaving like Jon, he had already realized that he had lost the will to interfere in the world.

The past and the future are like open pages before him. He can observe the changes in the universe and understand the flow of time, but all of this is meaningless and worthless to him.

Even though saving the world would be as easy as lifting a finger for him, he simply wouldn't do it. A heartless God would be a bad thing for a world on the verge of destruction.

Therefore, the Pharaoh will save the world in his own way—by killing millions of people to save billions.

What he wanted to do was simple: use public opinion, and also use Dr. Manhattan's remaining emotions, to force him to leave Earth, and then carry out his own plan.

He began his scheme long ago, using the particles he had collected from Dr. Manhattan long ago to build a device for faster-than-light particle streams, shielding himself from Dr. Manhattan's observation, and causing his wife Jenny to fall ill with an incurable disease. He then manipulated the media and a disgruntled government to besiege Dr. Manhattan, driving him, who still possessed a semblance of humanity, off the planet.

Then, he will collect the energy from Dr. Manhattan.

775

The bombs were created and then transported to major cities in major countries around the world—where they were detonated.

Tens of millions will die as a result, but billions will be freed from the shadow of nuclear war. They will have a new enemy, an enemy they can never defeat.

The Pharaoh knew that this was just the same old trick of shifting blame, and that it couldn't last long. But as the saying goes, it doesn't matter if a trick is new or effective. As long as it can save the world, it doesn't matter what kind of trick it is.

But now, his plan has encountered an insurmountable problem just as it is about to complete its final step.

"Where did you come from...?"

The Pharaoh gazed at the figure standing on the screen, murmuring softly, his eyes flashing with a dazzling light.

As a former superhero, a big capitalist, and the world's smartest madman, the Pharaoh did not think that the appearance of this 'Superman' would be a bad thing, even if he would rule the world, even if he would trample on the borders of various countries, but perhaps only in this way—no, only in this way!

Only then will peace truly come to this world!

Three minutes have elapsed.

Dongjiang immediately sprang into action. He departed from New York and appeared above the Pentagon almost instantly, then landed vertically in the Pentagon's inner courtyard, on the central lawn surrounded by five pentagonal buildings. The moment his feet touched the ground, a terrifying shockwave radiated outwards from him!

In an instant, all five wings of the Pentagon collapsed and exploded inwards simultaneously under this terrible impact!

The Pentagon ceased to exist the instant it landed.

He then repeated the same thing at the White House, and after ruthlessly destroying the country's governing institutions, he took to the skies.

Watching the few streaks of flame flying in from afar, he smiled coldly, his voice carrying across the entire world via the signal.

"You seem to completely misunderstand that the Earth is no longer in your hands."

He shot into the sky like a scarlet meteor in an instant, and in the next second, he crashed into and destroyed the four nuclear weapons that were launched in mid-air!

Then, almost without stopping, he flew directly to the Pacific Ocean. He plunged into the sea like a blade, and a few seconds later, he knocked more than a dozen broken nuclear submarines out of the water!

Then, he appeared in all over the world at a speed that humans could not track at all!

Hundreds of missile silos scattered across North America and Eurasia were directly destroyed by his divine power, and all the silos were turned into chimneys that spewed flames into the sky!

Explode! ...

In a mere ten minutes, Tsuruga destroyed all the world's nuclear weapons!

Under the fearful, aweful, and fanatical gaze of everyone in the world, this alien resolved the global fear of nuclear war in a mere ten minutes!

God—only God can describe such an existence.

No one knows who is stronger between him and Dr. Manhattan, but there is no doubt that he is far more interested in demonstrating his power and authority than that blue guy.

"Now, this planet belongs to me." Looking at the countless people in front of the screen, Tsugumi reiterated her claim to this world.

“I will soon visit other governments, and you must be prepared to hand over power. Of course, you can refuse; I don’t care how machines replace you.”

"This world is already my territory."

【Lord of Justice (Lv7)】

'Your imitation of the Lord of Justice is perfect! After use, your Superman class will switch to the Lord of Justice template; you are Lord Superman!'

After declaring their renewed control over the world, the black and white deity slowly descended into an experimental base in Antarctica.

And the world's smartest people have been waiting for a long time.

P.S.: I'll finish writing Watchmen tomorrow.

The Holy Son's Path of Slaughter: Chapter 507 - Rorschach's Diary

Rorschach's Diary, October 21

Why was Witt the mastermind behind everything? What was his ultimate plan?

I can hardly imagine a more dangerous opponent than him. We used to joke that he was so fast he could dodge bullets, and that he might kill both of us in the snow.