In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Because the quality of the magic source is extremely high and Zoker's strength is beyond the limit, Atum and the three Egyptian Gods' defensive power can only delay the problem, but it is not capable of truly solving it, which has led to the current desperate situation.

A three-colored net of light, layer upon layer of obstruction...

The Pharaoh's ancient magic, the last glimmer of light protecting the world...

Constantly breaking apart, constantly dissolving... the outcome seems predetermined.

However, nothing could stop the mutated God-Destroying Star. Even the originally somewhat blurry tentacled phantom was gradually becoming solid and stretching out, revealing its ferocious fangs towards the Earth's surface and towards every life in Japan.

This naturally caused various strange phenomena: the earth began to tremble violently, mountains collapsed, rivers changed course, tsunamis swept across the coast, and lava from volcanoes flowed freely across the land, intertwining with the black rain falling from the sky, composing a tragic song of world destruction.

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"Urgent! Naoto attack!" (Quick! Attack immediately!)

"Start the attack! Start the attack!" (Start the attack! Start the attack now!)

"Kuso! You beast! Kuso!" (Damn it! You bastard! Damn it!)

The command center at Yokota Air Base was completely out of control. Alarms blared, red warning lights flashed wildly, turning everyone's faces deathly pale.

The celestial body, named Destroyer Star, broke through the atmosphere without warning and was then forcibly suspended over Tokyo by some unknown force. Its enormous shadow covered most of the city, and the earth trembled without ceasing, as if the entire Japanese archipelago was trembling under the gaze of an evil god.

The key point is that although they are all laymen, the unknown force that is visible to the naked eye that is stopping it can not hold it off for long, and that star will soon fall.

Moreover, as they got closer, the true appearance of Apocalypse was revealed to everyone.

It is not just a star, but also the embodiment of an evil god.

No one could have predicted that an even more terrifying being lurked within this already terrifying asteroid. In the star's core, a blurry yet colossal figure exuding an aura of world destruction slowly wriggled—that was the legendary Great Evil God.

The black mist surrounding it was like a living thing, constantly eroding the surrounding air, causing metal to rust, vegetation to wither, and even light to be completely swallowed up.

On the base's runway, Self-Defense Force fighter jets took off one after another like arrows released from a bow, with missiles under their wings already locked onto their targets.

Inside the cabin, the pilot's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hand gripping the control stick trembled uncontrollably. He really didn't want to come. The Japanese Self-Defense Forces were usually jobs for low-level people, and they only earned so little. Why didn't they let the American soldiers go first at a time like this?

In the end, however, he could only be urged by his superiors to rush into that shadow of despair, becoming a pawn used for testing.

Inside the command center, the commander stared intently at the screen, his voice hoarse as he roared out attack orders, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with a desperate madness.

"Missile launch! All missiles launched!"

Next to him was the American instructor. The Americans' thinking was simple: if they really couldn't defeat the enemy, at least they shouldn't involve the Americans. They should let the Japanese go first. The Self-Defense Forces existed for this purpose.

As the command was given, dozens of guided missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled toward Apocalypse. Explosions echoed through the sky, flames stained half the sky red, and smoke filled the air.

Can we win?

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen, hoping to see the ever-expanding celestial body destroyed, hoping that it was all show and no substance, because its interior was already fragile due to its continuous expansion.

But reality dealt them the heaviest blow.

There's a law called the "no harm from smoke" law, and Japanese anime loves using this kind of trope.

I didn't expect it to be the same in real life.

The moment the missile struck the surface of Apocalypse, it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating only a faint ripple before being swallowed up by the black mist on the planet's surface, leaving not a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the fighter jet formation adjusted its angle and aimed at the figure of the evil god in the star core. Missiles poured out, and the dense rain of bullets hit like a storm, but still could not penetrate the thick black mist, and even the outline of the evil god could not be shaken in the slightest.

"Impossible... How could this be..."

A pilot muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair. He stared at the still motionless planet Destroyer on the screen, at the increasingly clear and terrifying figure of the evil god. It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his entire body, making it difficult to even breathe.

Inside the command center, a deathly silence reigned, broken only by the persistent wailing of the alarm. The commander slumped slowly into his chair, his eyes vacant as he stared at the screen, a bitter smile playing on his lips. His voice, weak yet clear, carried an overwhelming despair:

"This thing... is something we can't handle at all... It should be Ultraman fighting it... Japan is doomed."

The Destroyer Star remained suspended high in the sky, the black mist grew thicker, and the figure of the Great Evil God gradually became clear, as an aura of world destruction swept over.

The entire base, the entire Tokyo, and even the entire Japan, were plunged into endless despair. All the efforts of the Self-Defense Forces seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

Perhaps only the fanatical followers of the Guiyi sect are still celebrating the end times.

However, Shinichi Utsunomiya, the leader of the cult, was somewhat dissatisfied. This was not what was agreed upon. If all the Japanese people died, who would he rule?

He wasn't one of those low-level followers; he chose to cooperate with the evil god for personal gain.

"Um, Your Excellency, isn't this different from what we agreed upon? Could you please stop that star from shining?"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Gu Meng's divine messenger alias also adopted a template similar to an elite monster the moment the dungeon opened, and would automatically deduce the plot according to the preset storyline.

Regardless of whether Gu Meng personally controls him or not, Shinichi Utsunomiya is going to die.

No, death is too cheap for him.

"Spending this time together has truly disgusted me. I won't let you die easily. Have you ever heard of the ten most brutal tortures of ancient Egypt?"

"what?"

It was only then that Shinichi Utsunomiya realized that the evil god was untrustworthy and that letting him rule Japan was just a lie.

"You...you, you've broken your promise!"

"Foolish humans..."

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the other side.

"I suggest a nuclear strike." The Americans have already contacted the president on the other side of the world.

Meanwhile, the University of Tokyo is also in contact with them. Their nuclear weapons are closer, and they can provide necessary support if needed. They are definitely much more powerful than the fat man and the little boy.

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