Morax the Geo Archon: Billionaire in the Chat Group

"First wave of bombing complete. Preparing for the second wave…"

At an air force base 100 kilometers away from Zhongli and his group, Major General Lesbon watched the large screen before him with a relaxed demeanor.

Seated comfortably in the base's dedicated general's chair, he idly stroked a fluffy white ragdoll cat nestled in his arms. Around him, a cacophony of voices filled the room.

"Second wave initiated. Awaiting impact assessment…"

"Dust concentration in the area is too high. Visual confirmation pending…"

Major General Lesbon ignored the chatter. For him, conversing with the members of the Japanese Archipelago Committee was far more entertaining.

"Good afternoon, esteemed members of the Japanese Archipelago Committee."

His voice carried the arrogance characteristic of someone from a major power. On the small screen before him, one of the shadowed committee members let out a derisive snort.

"How is the situation?"

"Under control, of course," Lesbon replied with an easy smile. "There isn't an superhuman alive who can survive the precision bombing of our nation's latest combat aircraft."

"The first generation of 'Enemies of Humanity' from a century ago couldn't withstand such firepower, and these barely-adult brats are even less of a threat."

"Don't be careless," one of the committee members cautioned. "This time, the enemy is far from ordinary."

"Ha! You Japanese are always so timid." Lesbon chuckled, stroking his cat. "A hundred years ago, we regular humans were stuck using bolt-action rifles to fight those superhumans, which resulted in heavy casualties. But now?"

He leaned back, his voice tinged with mockery. "The so-called 'Enemies of Humanity' today are just overgrown children. Thanks to the Degradation Education Model, most of them graduate from middle school without even mastering Newton's three laws, let alone developing advanced uses of their abilities. They're no more than toys, actors, clowns for our amusement."

The committee members listened in silence as Lesbon continued. "Take your superhuman training island, for instance. It's become wildly popular among the global elite these past few years. Five years ago, during that battle royale, I invested quite a bit of money. Though my chosen contender lost, it was still entertaining."

"Well, we're glad our programs amuse you," one of the committee members replied coolly. "Your country's projects—the Superhuman Forest Cabin Initiative, the Chainsaw Maniac Plan, and the Bloodstained School Project—have been quite a hit here as well. The gore may be excessive, but the imperial princess and her family at the Toyama Palace are quite fond of them."

Lesbon laughed heartily, ready to exchange more pleasantries, when an urgent voice interrupted.

"Sir! The dust has cleared… Wait… This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"What's the matter?" Lesbon snapped, irritated. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of a conversation?"

"Major General, please look at the main screen," the aide stammered.

Lesbon turned his gaze to the screen and froze.

The sight before him shattered his smug composure.

The dust from the bombing had settled, revealing a towering golden pillar that stretched into the heavens, standing resolutely within the park.

The radiant golden light emanating from the pillar blanketed the park, resembling a divine shield of absolute protection.

Satellite imagery showed dozens of figures within the park, each enveloped in the same golden glow. The light bathed them like the descent of holy beings, untouched by the devastation around them.

The park itself, and everyone within it, was completely unharmed despite the two waves of high-explosive bombs that had just rained down upon it.

"This…"

For a moment, Lesbon was struck with unease. But his judgment, dulled by years of indulgence in vice, failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Instead, he erupted in anger.

"Are you telling me those high-explosive bombs were duds? Did logistics send us defective materials?!"

"Sir, these were experimental, state-of-the-art bombs. There's no chance they were faulty," the aide responded quietly.

"Then…" Lesbon, usually brash and self-assured, suddenly felt a flicker of panic. He turned to his aide, seeking clarity. "Then what is this?"

"This… is an S-Class superhuman. We need to report this immediately and evacuate as many resources and personnel as possible before they retaliate and obliterate this base."

"S-Class? That's absurd! We haven't seen an S-Class superhuman in over fifty years!" Lesbon protested, still in denial.

The aide remained firm. "The fate of the Japanese Archipelago is none of our concern. If we act now, your life will not be in jeopardy." He glanced dismissively at the committee members on the screen. "If this judgment turns out to be wrong, it's a minor loss of resources. But if it's correct, you will be heralded as the savior who preserved valuable assets."

Lesbon hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. "Fine! Do as you suggest."

He quickly severed the communication link with the Japanese Committee and began issuing orders to prepare the base for evacuation.

Meanwhile, the committee members, now disconnected, received reports from their military units near the park.

The news of the park's complete immunity to the bombing spread through the committee and the frontline command center like wildfire.

The members exchanged uneasy glances.

"It's confirmed," one member said gravely. "The threat Hegang stirred up is at least an A-Class superhuman, possibly an S-Class."

"That's absurd!" a woman exclaimed, her voice shrill with disbelief. "Not even A-Class superhumans have appeared in over fifty years, let alone an S-Class! Do you think they just pop into existence out of thin air?"

"Isn't that exactly how the first 'Enemy of Humanity' appeared back in 19XX?" another member retorted.

"The subsequent 'Enemies of Humanity' also emerged without warning, each possessing at least A-Class combat power upon arrival. The Degradation Education Model suppressed their development for decades, but we've clearly grown complacent—perhaps deliberately so. After all, how many of us in this committee are even over fifty?"

Silence fell over the room as the implications sank in.

"We cannot afford wishful thinking any longer," the first member concluded grimly.

"This time, the Japanese Archipelago has encountered a true Enemy of Humanity."

"And we must remember…" another member added in a whisper, their voice trembling, "…the terror of being dominated by an Enemy of Humanity."

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