Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 105 Thirteen Hours

"Earth's ocean tides have always been influenced by the moon's gravity."

On the communication channel, Robert's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. He had been up all night, and his brain had been working at a high level.

At this moment, the Steel Titan is displaying a 3D projection, showing the Earth's oceans to everyone.

"The moon revolves around the earth in a regular pattern, and over the years, the tides of the ocean have also followed this pattern, gradually shaping the coastline into its current form."

"Now, the moon is leaving."

The moon in the 3D projection disappeared, and the sea surface, which was originally slightly bulging due to gravity, instantly dropped, then rippled outwards in circles.

It looked like a small stone thrown into a pond, but when Robert magnified these "ripples," everyone realized that the tsunami was taller than the Empire State Building.

"A cataclysmic tsunami, powerful enough to flatten every coastal city on Earth, has already formed deep within the three oceans. Within four hours, the first wave of water, hundreds of meters high, will devour half of the coastlines of every continent!"

"This is just the appetizer. The dramatic shifts in gravitational pull have already awakened all the dormant fault lines in the Earth's crust. Once the moon crosses the critical point and completely escapes Earth's gravitational pull, the continental plates will break apart like crushed biscuits. Active volcanoes around the world will erupt simultaneously, enough to completely obscure the atmosphere!"

Ultimately, Robert gave his final conclusion.

"We not only need to deal with these world-destroying natural disasters immediately, but we also must find a way to push the moon back into orbit!"

"Thirteen hours. Once we cross this time threshold, even if God came, he could only send us the Ark. We only have thirteen hours left!"

This video was played at an emergency meeting convened by the United Nations.

Almost every sovereign nation in the world participated in this historic conference via projection. The hall was devoid of the usual suits and ties and grand gestures, filled instead with shouts of curses and desperate roars.

Is the moon moving away? Is the Earth going to be destroyed?

This absurd scenario, usually confined to third-rate science fiction novels, has become a reality. Dozens of top astronomers worldwide have calculated the same result: three hours is the last day on Earth.

In the very center of the meeting, the federal representative, who usually loved to be domineering and act as the world's policeman, was frantically wiping away cold sweat with a handkerchief, looking as ridiculous as a clown about to be hanged.

Just three minutes earlier, this federal representative had attempted to characterize the disaster as "a rare gravitational anomaly" using a set of nonsensical diplomatic rhetoric.

However, the Angel of Light also attended the meeting, and this superhero made no secret of the crimes committed by the immortality technology.

Even the most shameless federal representative, who keeps distorting the truth, is starting to feel the pressure, because people from other countries genuinely want to tear him apart on the spot.

The entire conference room erupted in chaos. Representatives from dozens of small countries were spitting as they pointed at the federal representative, hurling insults and demanding that the federal government immediately take full responsibility for this inhumane apocalyptic disaster.

Faced with overwhelming evidence, the Federation representative's fat face twitched violently a few times. He swallowed hard, then forced himself to straighten his neck and uttered a statement destined to be forever etched in the annals of human shamelessness: "Ladies and gentlemen! I must clarify that the illegal experiments conducted by Immortal Life Technology Corporation are purely the actions of the company itself and absolutely cannot represent the great Federation! Moreover—"

He raised his voice, trying to mask his unease with righteous indignation: "Now is clearly not the time to dwell on who is responsible or discuss financial compensation! Faced with the life and death of all humanity, narrow-minded accusations are meaningless! We should put aside past grievances and unite the whole world to save the planet at any cost! The Federation calls on everyone to have a broader perspective!"

This shameless attitude—a classic case of "I've committed a world-ending disaster, so everyone must immediately build a community of shared future for mankind to clean up my mess"—fell the entire room into a brief silence. Several exasperated representatives even burst out laughing in anger.

Sadly, no one has time to turn against the Federation right now.

A mere thirteen hours is simply not enough to save the world while simultaneously waging a war of annihilation.

Most coastal countries stared at the rapidly approaching red dot of the tsunami on their radar, too exhausted even to slam their fists on the table and curse. Apart from one or two oddly-minded landlocked countries that were still taking advantage of the situation, yelling that "unless the Federation immediately forgives all our foreign debts and sends our First Lady to marry us, we will never cooperate with disaster prevention," most countries could only grit their teeth and swallow their anger.

Holding them accountable? Let's survive first!

However, reality is harsh. For the vast majority of small countries, faced with such a celestial-level catastrophe, they don't even qualify to be cannon fodder; they can only helplessly hope that a superpower will step in.

Now that the Federation, the biggest troublemaker, has completely lost its credibility, no one dares to trust them anymore. So, all the hundreds of eyes in the room instantly focused on the representative of the great Eastern power.

Looking at the world, besides the Federation, only this giant dragon from the East has the ability to mend the broken sky.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Representative Li from the Eastern superpower didn't even lift an eyelid, merely glancing at the Federal representative with the look of utter contempt. He expressionlessly pulled out a document, his tone as cold and hard as iron: "We're confident we can push the moon back within thirteen hours. But the prerequisite is that these superheroes on the list must fully cooperate with our country."

At this point, Representative Li abruptly changed the subject, stating firmly: "Furthermore, the previously signed 'Joint Development Agreement for the Moon' is hereby completely abolished. There's no time to hold meetings and wrangle over who owns the moon. From this moment on, our country will assume complete and independent development rights over the moon."

He stared intently at the federal representative, emphasizing each word: "There is no room for negotiation; the federal government must accept this unconditionally."

These words were tantamount to flipping the table in front of everyone.

Since the last invasion by alien lobster-like beings, during which their spacefaring technology was divided up, global spacefaring capabilities have taken off dramatically. In particular, the Eastern superpower, with its inherent "infrastructure superpower" reputation, has long possessed the capability to independently develop the moon.

In contrast, the Federation does possess the technology, but its domestic political parties are constantly fighting amongst themselves. They draw impressive blueprints, but when it comes to practical implementation, they can charge exorbitant sums of 90,000 Federal Dollars just for making a single screw. As a result, progress has become a complete mess.

The Federation may be bad at construction, but they're experts at being a rogue state. They've made open and covert threats: anyone who dares to exclude them will have to build a base on the moon, and they'll drop bombs on it. After all, everyone can go to space now; construction is difficult, but destruction is easy, right?

No one in the world doubts how low the bottom line federal politicians can go, so this matter has been dragged on and on for several years.

But in this great Eastern power, despite the bickering, the preparations underneath haven't stopped for a single day. They're just waiting for an opportunity, and they'll dare to plant their own red flag all over the moon.

Something's happened on the moon? Perfect, let's take this opportunity to settle the old squabbles.

The Federation certainly didn't want to agree, but there was really no other way at the moment, because regardless of whether the Federation agreed or not, for the sake of all mankind, the East would directly launch a lunar landing.

The previous sentence was just to tell everyone that if anything unexpected happened, it would definitely be the Federation playing tricks.

The federal representative also understood that there was no excuse to stop them now, as the Federation and the two superpowers in the East were not the only ones in the world to possess nuclear weapons.

If the Federation tries to stop the East from saving the world, it will likely be stabbed in the back by its own allies first.

The meeting did not produce any results, but all countries have essentially made their positions clear.

We are now facing a major crisis of human extinction, and no one can tolerate any disruptive behavior. The Federation has no choice but to acquiesce, providing manpower, data, and intelligence as requested.

Although most countries attempted to suppress the news, such a dramatic celestial event as the moon's derailment cannot be concealed by covering it up. Even an ordinary stargazing enthusiast could easily detect the visible deviation in the moon's trajectory by setting up a telescope.

In just a few hours, the news that "the moon has run away" had already ignited a global panic online. The federal government's proud news control system was utterly worthless in the face of the life and death of all humanity.

In the common lounge area of ​​the Hero Association building, Mercury sprawled on the sofa like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. He listlessly swiped his phone screen, watching the countless "doomsday countdowns" and sporadic videos of street riots, silently lamenting to himself: This time, humanity is probably really doomed.

On the single sofa next to him, Rex and Nora were staring at him with an indescribable look.

In just a few days, this guy went out for a stroll and not only turned the deeply rooted Eternal Life Technology upside down and stirred up the city of Ya Liu Tree, but now—he even managed to bring about the end of the world.

This person has the ultimate jinx constitution, causing collapses wherever they go.

"Shouldn't we have clung to the immortality technology in the first place?" Rex's voice tightened as he looked out the window at the streets descending into chaos. "If we hadn't pushed so hard, that monster might not have resorted to such desperate measures, dragging all of humanity down with it—now, is there really no hope?"

The young hero was consumed by deep remorse. He felt he had contributed to the apocalypse.

Nora sighed helplessly beside him and patted Rex on the shoulder: "According to your logic, if the kidnappers kill the hostage, are you going to blame the police for working too hard on the case? Don't take the blame upon yourself, and stop wasting your energy."

Nora is always clear-headed, but Rex is clearly stuck in a rut and can't be helped by a few words of comfort.

Mercury turned off his phone screen and glanced at Rex: "Since you feel guilty, then don't just sit here daydreaming, go do something. The association is already overwhelmed, practically splitting everyone in two to cope with the impending disaster."

He pointed out the window: "Although Yaliu Tree City isn't by the sea, if a super tsunami were to hit, the floodwaters would be enough to cause serious problems. Flood control facilities are definitely under construction right now, and what they need most is a superhuman laborer like you. Go and move some bricks."

"Or, you could go out and maintain order. With the news of the apocalypse spreading, looters are probably running rampant in the streets right now. The chairman probably won't even have time to catch his breath. If you just go out for a casual stroll now, you could save several lives."

Rex was jolted awake by these words, and his previously confused eyes regained their focus. He took a deep breath and stood up, but glancing at Mercury, who hadn't even changed his posture, he couldn't help but ask, "That makes a lot of sense. And what about you?"

Mercury pulled the blanket over his face, rolled over on the sofa, and said wearily, "I need to rest for a while—you have no idea what I've been through these past few days. I'll go back to being the world-saving hero after I get some sleep."

Rex and Nora didn't think Mercury was joking. They had also seen the internal messages from the association and witnessed just how terrifying the monster that could control time was.

Mercury managed to rescue people from this monster and relay the news immediately; it's unimaginable what a terrifying battle he went through. He appears uninjured, but he must be utterly exhausted.

Therefore, both of them left quietly. Now is indeed a critical time of great upheaval, and as heroes, they must strive to save the world.

However, after the two left, Mercury took out his phone and sent a message to Sister Maria: "How's the situation in the Roots District?"

A moment later, Sister Maria replied: "What a mess."

Mercury smiled slightly and replied, "Okay, then the unification of the Root Zone will take place today."