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At six o'clock in the morning, Li Yichen's phone was bombarded with messages.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the screen; it was full of news notifications—"Japan Completes Militarization Deployment on Islands and Reefs"

The US characterizes it as: Great Xia has no right to interfere in international waters.

The East China Sea shipping lanes may be completely blocked.

He didn't rush to watch; he went to wash up first. While brushing his teeth, he turned on the small screen in the bathroom and casually clicked on a few videos.

In the footage, the island reef is densely packed with missile silos, and the radar array spins rapidly. Japanese soldiers, rifles pointed at the camera, flash a V-sign, with the newly installed anti-ship missile system in the background. One guy even shouts in broken Chinese, "Come on, try it if you dare!"

Li Yichen spat out the foam in his mouth and turned off the screen.

Miao Miao's voice came from downstairs: "Brother! Dinner's ready!"

At the dining table, Miao Miao was ladling porridge into a bowl. Seeing him come down, she immediately waved, "Brother, hurry up and try it, I've added salt!"

Li Yichen sat down and took a sip; it was incredibly salty. He swallowed it without changing his expression: "Hmm, just the right amount."

Miao Miao smiled smugly, "I knew it!" Then she leaned closer, "Brother, are you unhappy today? Your face looks like..." She frowned and thought for a long time, "...like you failed your math test."

Li Yichen laughed and ruffled her hair: "I'm thinking about a really hard math problem."

"What question? I'll help you solve it!" Miao Miao immediately perked up. "One plus one equals two, two plus two equals four!"

"Yes, it's that simple." Li Yichen took another sip of porridge. "Some questions actually have the answers right there, but adults like to complicate them."

Miao Miao nodded as if she understood, then lowered her head and went back to eating.

After finishing breakfast, Li Yichen returned to his study. As soon as he closed the door, the holographic projection automatically lit up—Ling'er had already pulled up a complete summary of today's news.

"Brother, do you want to see it?"

"look."

Screen switch.

The Prime Minister of Japan stood in the parliament hall, impeccably dressed in a suit, his arrogant expression making one want to slap him: "The so-called warnings from Great Xia are meaningless to us! With the protection of the United States, Japan is invincible! Today, we declare to the world—the East China Sea is no longer Great Xia's inland sea!"

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

The scene then shifts to a spokesperson for the US Quadrant reading from a prepared statement with a blank expression: "China has no right to interfere in legitimate military activities in international waters. We urge China to exercise restraint and respect international law."

After watching, Li Yichen turned off the projector.

"What about domestic public opinion?"

Ling'er then brought up a string of screenshots of bullet comments and messages, densely packed with angry voices—

"This is so unfair! Why can't we fight back!"

"They're swaggering around right in our own backyard, how can we tolerate that?"

"Please, please stop holding back!"

Li Yichen didn't look any further. He turned and walked to the window, resting his hand on the window frame, looking at the sunlight outside.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke: "Ling'er, activate the space-based weapon system."

The holographic projection changes instantly.

The room was filled with real-time footage of near-Earth orbit, with six points of light silently suspended above the Earth, their trajectories clearly visible. Each point of light was labeled with detailed parameters—orbital altitude, speed, weapon status, and coverage area.

Li Yichen stared at the points of light for a while, then reached out and made a gesture in the air, zooming in on the image.

Six space-based kinetic energy weapons were arranged in a fan shape, all in a stealthy, ready-to-go state. The tungsten-titanium alloy projectiles reflected a cold light as they traveled along the track, like six swords hanging over humanity's heads.

"Brother, are you planning to use it?" Ling'er's voice was a little hesitant.

"Um."

"How do we solve this problem?"

"Yes." Li Yichen turned around, walked to the control panel, and tapped the virtual panel twice with his finger. "Tungsten-titanium alloy kinetic energy rod, drop it from near-Earth orbit at a speed exceeding Mach 50. No gunpowder, no ballistic trajectory, no launch signal."

He paused, then continued, "It's like a meteorite falling from the sky—no one can determine if it was man-made."

Ling'er was silent for two seconds: "What about the American aircraft carrier fleet? They're parked right next to us."

Li Yichen leaned against the control panel and tapped the tabletop twice with his fingers: "Don't move the aircraft carrier. I'll only attack that island."

"Sink it?"

"Physical erasure," Li Yichen said calmly. "I want that island to completely disappear below the sea level."

Ling'er didn't reply.

After a few seconds of silence, she asked again, "There are more than a thousand people on the island."

Li Yichen smiled, reached out and enlarged the holographic projection, switching the image to real-time satellite images of the island and reefs. Missile sites, radar stations, barracks, and docks were all clearly visible.

He stared at the buildings for a while: "Are there people up there? I don't see any."

Ling'er was stunned for a moment, then she understood. She knew that her brother was deliberately "blind"—the feud between Da Xia and Sakura Kingdom had been going on for a long time, so it was not surprising that he was selectively blind at this time.

Li Yichen then switched the camera to the location of the American fleet, with three aircraft carriers and more than a dozen escort ships deployed in a ring, about fifty kilometers away from the island.

“Of course,” he said slowly, “if someone insists on going to that island and it sinks, then it’s not my problem.”

The phone rang just as he finished speaking.

Chen Jianjun.

Li Yichen answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

"Xiao Li, have you thought about how to handle this?" Chen Jianjun's voice was a bit more urgent than last night. "Let me remind you again—never drive your armored vehicle over there. If you get photographed, global public opinion will be directed at Great Xia."

Li Yichen laughed: "Commander Chen, don't worry. This time, even if they search through all the satellite footage, they won't find a single frame of evidence. After the operation, your Ministry of Foreign Affairs only needs to say four words—'It has nothing to do with me.'"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Specific solutions?"

"Physical erasure." Li Yichen looked at the island in the holographic projection. "It came from space and ended on the ground. There were no missile launch trajectories, no aircraft takeoff records, and no ship departure signals. The enemy's early warning system wouldn't even have a second of warning time. By the time they reacted, the island was already gone."

"That's it?" Chen Jianjun's voice rose half an octave. "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Li Yichen said calmly, "physically gone. That island will completely disappear below the horizon."

The breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier.

Chen Jianjun remained silent for a full ten seconds. He was a soldier, a veteran of half his life, and he knew all too well what "uninterceptable, unpredictable, and untraceable" meant. If Li Yichen truly possessed such capabilities… then this wasn't revenge, it was a devastating attack.

He took a deep breath: "How confident are you?"

"100%".

"When will you make your move?"

"An hour later."

A few more seconds of silence followed.

Chen Jianjun wanted to say "there can be no large-scale casualties," but he swallowed the words back—Li Yichen had just said "physical erasure," so the people on the island could not possibly survive.

He changed his words: "Xiao Li, try not to escalate the situation."

"I understand." Li Yichen looked at the aircraft carrier fleet on the projection. "We'll only attack the islands, not the fleets. Unless they insist on coming over themselves."

"Okay. I'll go and inform the higher-ups right now. Remember—" Chen Jianjun paused, "Go for it. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen turned to face the holographic panel. Ling'er had already projected the real-time orbital parameters of all six space-based weapons in orbit. The six points of light moved slowly in near-Earth orbit, their trajectories accurate to six decimal places.

"Ling'er, calculate the strike plan." Li Yichen's voice was very soft. "Objective: Completely sink that island, including the livestock on it."

Ling'er didn't speak, her fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

Within the holographic projection, six track lines began to change color, gradually shifting from blue to red. The computational model unfolded layer by layer—impact angle, descent speed, energy release, shockwave range, seawater intrusion speed…

One minute later, Ling'er looked up: "Plan complete. In one hour and seven minutes, six space-based weapons will simultaneously pass over the target. Strike window: thirty seconds."

That's enough.

Li Yichen stared at the real-time image of the island reef. In the image, the soldiers were still laughing and joking, completely unaware of what was hanging above their heads.

He reached out and gently tapped the air.

"Start the countdown."