Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1724 Nightmare
The crimson flames on the body surface emitted a deafening hissing sound as they were tempered by seawater. The fire might be temporarily suppressed, but the energy did not disappear—it was transformed into a more violent and uncontrollable steam explosion and chain physical reaction.

Each explosion was like detonating a tactical nuclear weapon inside his body, violently ejecting and dissolving more molten fragments, heavy metal vapors, and long-half-life radioactive nuclides (such as iodine-129 and neptunium-237) into the surrounding seawater.

The extent and intensity of the pollution spread exponentially toward the deep blue as it sinks.

The catastrophic impact on marine ecosystems is spreading to the entire planet's blue lifeline at a rate far exceeding that on land.

His enormous, mutilated head rose one last time amidst the murky steam and boiling waves.

The molten material covering it flowed like weeping blood and tears.

Perhaps it was a final grasp at that deadly air, filled with radioactive dust and scorching hot like a branding iron; or perhaps it was merely an unconscious spasm driven by the continuous smoldering explosion within the body (a chain reaction of residual fuel and structural materials under extreme temperature and pressure).

The giant mouth opened slightly, but instead of roaring, a thick stream of dark red embers, black smoke, and deadly radioactive dust gushed out, instantly swallowed by the raging cloud of steam.

This silent posture is the final silhouette left to the world by this destructive behemoth, more despairing than any roar.

Then, carrying within him the unstable furnace still reacting wildly, accumulating energy for the next explosion, and the highly radioactive debris—a veritable curse upon the world of life, a mobile, out-of-control nuclear graveyard—this body, once a symbol of absolute power but now an embodiment of pure destruction, continued its relentless, destructive journey, amidst the overwhelming superheated steam, the ever-spreading clouds of radioactive contamination, and the incessant roar of deep-sea explosions, with destructive momentum, towards that deep, unknown, azure abyss that, at this moment, had become like a hellish cauldron because of his arrival, sinking step by step into the abyss.

Every step he took as he sank was a slow, agonizing torture of the ocean.

A massive amount of seawater was instantly vaporized and extracted, and then, under the ultra-high-speed replenishment of the surrounding seawater, it triggered a devastating water hammer effect and secondary explosions.

The seabed was repeatedly melted, vitrified, and vaporized, forming giant lava pits hundreds of meters deep. The crustal structure was severely damaged, triggering violent underwater earthquakes that tore open new deep-sea fissures.

The devastating pollution—molten radioactive glass beads, heavy metal ion solutions, and long-half-life radionuclide colloids—no longer merely suspends or settles, but, driven by immense water pressure and geothermal energy, surges like highly toxic blood plasma through newly formed cracks and melted sedimentary layers, fiercely penetrating deeper into the Earth's crustal aquifers and ancient seafloor mantle plumes.

Pollution will enter the planet's hydrological and geological cycles, and its far-reaching impact is beyond the measure of time.

What he left behind was a coastline completely reduced to vitrified scorched earth, a sea of ​​death still raging and boiling, with radiation intensity strong enough to instantly kill any large creature.

In the sky, the filthy giant mushroom cloud, a mixture of steam, volcanic ash, radioactive dust, and chemical pollutants, continued to churn, expand, and spread, like a dirty shroud slowly covering the entire sky, blocking out the sunlight, and dragging the earth into a long twilight like a nuclear winter.

The radioactive dust and acidic deposits it carries will, under the influence of global atmospheric circulation, hang like a slowly falling guillotine over the heads of all life on the planet.

Ocean currents will transport highly toxic polluted water masses to the most remote corners.

The unknown terror, along with the remains of this behemoth, sank into the bottomless abyss. The silence of the deep sea was shattered, and the high-pressure environment could not completely imprison the activated demonic isotopes with half-lives of tens of thousands of years.

They will lurk in the dark depths of the ocean, spread out, and enter the deep-sea food chain. Eventually, they may return to the world in another form someday through ocean currents.

Where the behemoth sank, it will become an eternal, venomous scar on the planet, a self-sustaining source of radioactive contamination that continues to release death into the marine environment.

The catastrophe it brought has only just begun to unfold menacingly on the surface of land and sea, and its venomous fangs, hidden deep in the abyss, have only just pierced the beating blood of this planet.

"Data confirmed! The meltdown zone of Connors has covered the entire Fukushima Prefecture and extends more than 50 kilometers towards Miyagi and Iwate! This is only the physical contact meltdown zone!"

Inside the command center of the island nation's emergency response headquarters, the air was as still as lead, as the monster had just unleashed an energy attack on them.

On the giant main screen, the red zone representing destruction spread relentlessly across northeastern Honshu Island like ink from hell.

The chief analyst's voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief, "Even more deadly was its uncontrolled energy eruption in the final moments! Preliminary remote sensing analysis shows that the energy pulse that pierced the sky instantly vaporized more than 30 percent of the land-based material in northern Honshu! The shockwave and subsequent thermal radiation triggered a chain reaction of fires and structural collapses... Your Excellency the Prime Minister,"

The analyst turned with difficulty to the ashen-faced leader, “Comprehensive damage assessment…the usable land area of ​​Honshu Island…the loss exceeds 65 percent. Radiation contamination…the entire area exceeds the standard, the core area…is inaccessible for a thousand years.”

Satellite images switched on the screen, showing the scorched earth as if it had been repeatedly branded with a red-hot iron by a giant god, and the still violently churning, eerily colored Sea of ​​Death beyond the coastline.

A deathly silence of despair enveloped the hall.

Thousands of kilometers away, at the Pentagon National Military Command Center in the United States.

On the massive global situation map, next to the red dot representing the final sinking location of Connors, countless colored lines representing radiation diffusion prediction models are like the tentacles of a plague, spreading wildly eastward, northward, and southward along the main ocean currents of the Pacific—the Kuroshio Current and the North Pacific Current.

A thick, deep red simulated trajectory, representing a high concentration of radioactive water, is crossing the vast ocean and heading straight for the west coast of North America.

"Oh, God……"

An admiral stared at the ever-expanding, widening trail of red poison, his voice hoarse, "The Black Tide System... it will deliver that monster's 'ashes' directly to our doorstep. Alaskan fishing grounds... the west coast of Canada... California... they're all on its path!"

He abruptly turned to the oceanographer, "The most conservative arrival time model?"

(End of this chapter)