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Chapter 1726 The Nuclear Explosion Increasing Every Second

Tony forced himself to calm down.

头盔内视界的一角，鲜红的倒计时数字无情地跳动着：10:48…10:47…10:46…时间在辐射的毒牙下飞速流逝。

He had to think, he had to grasp any possible clue.

Connors' biological characteristics are key.

It absorbs and transforms radiation... Could this transformation not be the end point? Could the substances it "purifies" and expels be merely byproducts of a more violent and unstable reaction? Or waste? Does it possess a biological fusion mechanism within it that is beyond human scientific comprehension, capable of "igniting" matter at a deeper level? Or... is it itself a living valve leading to a higher-dimensional energy space?
"Jarvis!"

Tony's voice was resolute, suppressing the turmoil within him. "Abandon conventional fission modeling! Give me access to all non-standard spectral remote sensing data from the 'Watchtower' satellite, especially high-energy neutrino flux monitoring! Also, retrieve all known biological tissue sample analysis reports from Connors' first appearance to its sinking, especially any abnormal isotope or energy enrichment patterns detected within it! Cross-reference them! Now! I need to know the core mechanism of this energy burst! What exactly was its 'fuel'?"

"Connecting, sir. The data volume is huge, and cross-analysis will take time."

Jarvis responded, and a massive stream of data began scrolling rapidly on the other side of Tony's helmet vision.

"Sir! The latest signal from the deep-sea sensor array... anomaly analysis complete!"

On the main screen, next to the blazing white dot representing destruction, a new, more refined wave pattern suddenly appeared. It was no longer a chaotic surge of energy, but rather presented a... eerie, pulsating pattern imbued with the rhythm of life!
“Strong life signal detected!!” Jarvis’s words were like heavy hammer blows. “Source locked—core of the Connors behemoth’s sinking point! Bioelectric activity…intense and…highly ordered! Not in a dying state!”

Tony straightened his back abruptly, his armor emitting a slight metallic scraping sound.

He's not dead?! That monster, enduring the precursor to an energy burst powerful enough to instantly vaporize an aircraft carrier, is still "alive"? This surpasses the limits of biology!

"Signal feature analysis..."

Jarvis continued, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief that even artificial intelligence found incomprehensible, "Its core... suspected to be a heart organ... its pulsation intensity... is continuously and abnormally increasing! The rate of increase..."

A number so precise it's chilling was reported:

"Increasing by 0.3% per second."

Increasing by 0.3% per second!

Tony felt a chill rush from his spine to the top of his head, instantly freezing his limbs and bones.

The countdown numbers jumped before my eyes: 07:02…07:01…

But that was no longer the countdown for his armor's protection; it was the countdown for the monster that sank thousands of meters into the abyss, its "heart" pounding with each beat, accumulating power for a destructive force equivalent to fifty million tons!
It is neither a dying ember nor a runaway reactor.

It's like a living furnace awakening in the abyss, greedily absorbing the destructive energy it creates in order to complete some kind of ultimate transformation!
With each pulse, that devastating number was pushed to an even more unimaginable, even more despairing peak. Beneath Tony's steel mask, his teeth were clenched tightly together, emitting a soft "clunking" sound.

面罩内视界的边缘，那鲜红的倒计时数字仍在冷酷地跳动：06:48…06:47…06:46…每一秒的流逝，都意味着战甲那层薄弱的防护屏障在辐射的洪流中多融化一分，也意味着海底那头怪物距离它毁灭性的“新生”更近一步。

Jarvis's report, "increasing by 0.3% per second," echoed repeatedly in Tony's chaotic thoughts like a curse.

Behind the cold numbers lies a terror beyond human comprehension—a life form using itself as a furnace and an impending nuclear catastrophe as fuel to undergo some kind of ultimate transformation.

This overturned all his scientific understanding, pushing the crisis from a terrible accident into a terrifying abyss of the unknown.

"gentlemen,"

Jarvis's voice rang out again, still calm, but now embodying a new despair: "Based on the latest pulsation frequency and energy enrichment model revisions, the predicted final energy release equivalent of the target core... has been revised upwards to 58 million tons of TNT. Its explosion critical point... is being recalculated..."

New numbers, even greater peak of destruction!
Tony felt as if his heart was being squeezed by that 0.3% increase per second.

He jerked his head away, forcing himself to refocus on the life-or-death deadline looming before him.

Within the core area of ​​the vision inside the mask, several lines of keywords, meticulously organized, bolded, and highlighted by Jarvis, were coldly arranged, each like a poisoned ice pick: "Cesium-137 (30-year half-life)," "Strontium-90 (bone affinity)," "Plankton-Fish-Seabirds/Mammalians," "Biological Magnification (Million-fold)," "Genetic Breakage," "Population Collapse"...

These words were no longer textbook terms; they instantly pieced together a dynamic picture of death before his eyes: invisible radioactive dust settled like ghosts, greedily absorbed by tiny plankton.

Fish swim in polluted seawater, and radiation accumulates layer by layer in their bodies; seabirds swoop down to hunt, and mammals devour them at the top of the food chain, causing deadly toxins to accumulate at an exponential rate, up to a million times concentrated!
Genes break down silently, reproductive capacity vanishes, and the entire species collapses like dominoes in a chain reaction.

Ultimately, it points to the complete death of the entire ocean, a blue graveyard where the ecosystem has completely collapsed and all is silent.

“Mr. Stark…”

The doctor seemed to sense Tony's gaze. He struggled to lift his head, his cloudy eyes holding only a last glimmer of light—the glimmer of a dying man grasping at a straw. "The food chain...after the top collapses...the bottom algae will multiply wildly due to the disappearance of their natural predators...dying...rotting...depleting oxygen...the entire North Pacific...will become...a giant...dead...hydrogen sulfide...swamp..."

He exhausted every last bit of strength to utter a single word.

Tony felt as if a cold hand was gripping his throat.

The scene depicted was far more suffocating than the earth-shattering flash of a nuclear explosion—it was a long and painful process of death, a slow-motion shot of the ocean rotting and stinking in despair, eventually turning into a toxic, dark, and foul-smelling swamp of hydrogen sulfide.

A nuclear explosion is an instantaneous, excruciating pain, but this is the slow, rotting process of a giant organ on Earth amidst the cries of billions of lives.

(End of this chapter)