this infinite world

This is an era of polarization.

The United States is now at the pinnacle of world power. This is a solemn moment for the country's democracy. With the greatest power comes an awesome responsibility for the future.

Since the end of World War II, an iron curtain has been drawn across the European continent from Szczecin on the Baltic Sea to Trieste on the Adriatic Sea. In the other big country across the sea, millions of nuclear warheads have been prepared, and the atmosphere of war is on the verge of breaking out. Countless nuclear weapons are ready to turn this planet called Earth into scorched earth, killing billions of humans and completely destroying human civilization so far.

The doomsday bell has sounded, and everyone can see the coming end.

No one can save this world that is about to be destroyed. It will eventually be destroyed by human malice, not even Dr. Manhattan.

"boom!"

The sound of a head sliding off an elbow and hitting the table was heard in the White House Presidential Office, which represents the highest authority in the United States. The current President Reagan suddenly woke up from his sleep, covered his red forehead, and looked at the documents on his desk with a blank face. It took him a long time to remember that he had fallen asleep while reading the documents.

This was not the first time that President Reagan had had a similar dream. Since the beginning of the Cold War, he had been worried about the outbreak of a nuclear war every moment. When he opened his eyes every morning, he would first check whether his body was intact, whether the sky outside was covered by the smoke of nuclear bombs, and whether the clock representing the doomsday was one step closer to the end.

There was a dull pain in his heart area, which was the mark left by the gunshot wound in the past, but Reagan did not care about it, because pain was the proof of being alive. Compared with his predecessors who had more wild ideas, he was extremely lucky to be shot only an inch away from the heart.

Being the president of the United States has always been a high-risk job. Since President Kennedy, who had a close personal relationship with Dr. Manhattan, could not avoid being shot by a bullet that flew out of nowhere while riding in a convertible, how could President Reagan avoid it?

People can only rely on themselves, and Reagan understood this. So unlike those ignorant people who expected Dr. Manhattan to come out and save the world like he ended the Vietnam War, Reagan never placed his hope of ending the Cold War on the blue man, even if he really had the power of God.

Moreover, even if we really pray to the "man-made God", it is too late. It is too late...

"Mr President."

Just as Reagan was rubbing his temples tiredly, trying to relieve his overworked body, a cold, machine-like voice suddenly sounded in front of his desk, startling him. When he looked closely, he saw a black-haired, yellow-skinned young man, who was calmly chewing an apple, not caring at all that the juice had wet the documents on the desk.

…Why Apple?

Some doubts flashed through his mind, but rational thinking took over in an instant. Reagan took a deep breath, and his presidential demeanor made him give up the move of pressing the button next to him and calling the bodyguard into the office. Instead, he used the skills he had performed in front of the camera in the past and smiled friendly: "Excuse me, what can I do for you so late at night?"

"Find someone."

But Reagan's smile was destined to be in vain. Chu Xuan didn't even bother to look at him, as if that handsome face, which seemed to him even now, was not as important as the red apple in front of him. The young man took another big bite of the apple in his hand and continued, "I need to see Dr. Manhattan."

——As expected. Hearing this familiar name, Reagan felt it was unexpected, but also reasonable. He was absolutely sure of the security of the White House. Since the person in front of him could pass through countless guards and surveillance cameras and quietly appear in his office, he must have some kind of power beyond ordinary people, or superpowers...

The enemy of a person with super powers can only be a person with super powers. Isn’t this normal?

If it was seven days ago, he would just respond calmly with a smile, because Dr. Manhattan's ability was so powerful that he could not imagine it. No matter what kind of enemy attacked, he had full confidence that Dr. Manhattan would win in the end. However, now...

Countless thoughts flashed through Reagan's mind like lightning, but he remained calm on the surface and said, "What do you want to see the doctor about? You know, he is currently in charge of an important scientific research project. Even I haven't seen him for a long time..."

“This is not an inquiry, but a notification.”

However, the next moment, Chu Xuan directly interrupted the other party's words. The wise man of the Zhongzhou team put the apple core on the table, clapped his hands casually, and let the juice splash onto President Reagan's old face: "If you still have any questions, you can look out the window first."

As he spoke, Chu Xuan stretched out a finger and pointed horizontally at the window behind the president.

"……OK."

Reagan remained calm and turned to face the night sky. The night sky was clear and cloudless tonight. The moon was hanging in the sky as usual, emitting a soft glow, and the stars were twinkling around. It was no different from any other night.

No, there is a difference.

"That is……!"

The moon that was originally hanging in the sky is now moving.

It was not the rotation or revolution of stars that could only be seen with an astronomical telescope, but movement that was visible to the naked eye. The stars that were originally above my head suddenly changed their trajectory, as if they were grasped by an invisible giant and randomly moved to another position...!
"I won't say the same thing a second time."

Under Reagan's horrified gaze, Chu Xuan, who was sitting opposite the desk, calmly pushed out a photo. It was a photo of Armstrong planting the flag of the United States on the moon when he landed on the moon. It was a small step for a man, but a big step for mankind. But in front of the pride of mankind, there was a young man with black hair and yellow skin, who was standing on the surface of the moon as usual without wearing a space suit.

Combined with the sudden movement of the moon just now, Reagan felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and it seemed that the bell of doomsday suddenly rang in his ears...

——Never before has it been so close as at this moment. (End of this chapter)