Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Target locked."

"Prepare for fusion."

Zhang Huaimin's voice echoed in the quiet office, carrying an absolute coldness stripped of humanity.

He didn't touch the secure phone, nor did he glance out the window at the capital city, which seemed on high alert.

His consciousness had completely transcended his physical body, floating in a higher-dimensional space that ordinary people could not understand.

"System, extract 'Earth's magnetic resonance characteristics'!"

[Ding! Warning! This trait will drain ten million Shock Points from the host and generate a global magnetic field disturbance. Confirm?]

Ten million shock points.

This is all the wealth Zhang Huaimin has accumulated over the years.

But he didn't even blink.

"confirm!"

[Ding! Exchange successful! Fusion begins!]

Om-!

An invisible yet immensely powerful energy, capable of crushing the void, instantly surged from Zhang Huaimin's center, drilling wildly into the depths of the earth's core.

This energy penetrated the Earth's crust and mantle, and directly pierced into the Earth's massive core, which is composed of molten iron and nickel!

"With me as the focal point, resonate!"

Zhang Huaimin suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely terrifying azure light burst forth from his deep black eyes.

In an instant.

The Earth's magnetic field seemed to have transformed into a giant spider web that Zhang Huaimin was tightly gripping in his hand.

He could clearly perceive the subtle fluctuations at every node on this network.

This includes nuclear warheads hidden in deep-sea nuclear submarines, buried deep in underground launch silos, and even hanging under the fuselage of strategic bombers.

To Zhang Huaimin, those detonating fuses, controlled by extremely sophisticated electronic components, were like bright lights in the darkness, dazzlingly bright.

"The game is over."

Zhang Huaimin's fingertips gently and resolutely pressed the Enter key on the virtual holographic keyboard.

Countdown: 10 seconds.

The Pentagon's underground command center.

The Western president's face, distorted by extreme madness, looked particularly ferocious under the red alarm lights.

He stared intently at the numbers flashing on the screen, breathing heavily.

"Nine!"

"eight!"

……

"three!"

"two!"

"One! Time's up!"

The president let out a relieved roar, and with all his might, he slammed his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, down onto the red nuclear button that represented the apocalypse.

"Go to hell, China!"

however.

The anticipated sirens blaring and the shockwaves of missiles whistling into the sky did not materialize.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

It was so quiet that only the president's heavy breathing could be heard.

"What happened?"

The president froze, then frantically pounded on the red button again.

"Launch! Why aren't you launching?!"

"Reporting to the President..."

An operator, his voice trembling and his face pale, stood up from the control panel.

"Our...our launch command system is completely down!"

"Not only the command center, but also the launch silos and nuclear submarines across the country have all lost contact!"

boom!

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow, hitting all the Freemason elders squarely in the chest.

"How could it be paralyzed? We're using a separate, anti-jamming military intranet!"

An elder roared angrily.

Just then.

"Sizzle—"

Suddenly, the entire wall of monitoring screens in the command center went completely black.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gaze of all the top Western leaders.

On that pitch-black screen, a line of extremely familiar pinyin letters slowly appeared, letters that had once driven a top hacker mad.

"Wo Shi Ni Da Ye!" (I'm your grandpa!)

"What...what's going on?!"

The president pointed at the screen, his voice trembling like a leaf.

He certainly knew who left those words.

However, he simply couldn't understand how that young man, who was on the other side of the world, could leave such a sarcastic remark within their completely physically isolated command system.

And just as they were gripped by extreme panic.

A super electromagnetic pulse storm, worthy of being recorded in the history of geophysics, is silently sweeping across the globe!

This is a high-dimensional pulse released by Zhang Huaimin using "Earth's magnetic core resonance".

This pulse is extremely precise.

It avoided civilian facilities, hospitals, and schools.

Like a ghost with eyes, it specifically seeks out nuclear weapon detonation systems hidden around the world.

Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, inside a strategic nuclear submarine preparing to launch an intercontinental ballistic missile.

Suddenly, a blinding burst of sparks erupted from the circuit board in the control room, and all the electronic equipment was instantly burned into a pile of scrap metal that emitted a burnt smell.

In a nuclear missile silo hundreds of meters underground in North America.

The detonators, which were considered top secret, all had their internal integrated circuits melted the moment they came into contact with the pulse.

Even more terrifying.

This high-dimensional pulse not only destroyed the electronic system, but it even penetrated the thick lead layer and directly affected the nuclear fuel inside the nuclear warhead!

Under the intervention of some unknown physical law.

Those originally highly unstable radioactive isotopes were forcibly interrupted from the possibility of chain reactions, resulting in an extremely strange "inertization" disease.

In just three seconds.

All nuclear weapons in the world.

Whether it has just been set in its sights on China or lies quietly in its armory.

At that moment, they all turned into useless lumps of iron that could never be detonated.

Scrap metal!

Utter scrap metal!

Zhang Huaimin did not deploy a single soldier or fire a single bullet.

It was just the time it took to sit in the office and take a sip of tea.

Without shedding a drop of blood, the sword of Damocles that had hung over humanity for half a century was effortlessly broken.

This is a true dimensional reduction attack!

It is the ultimate crushing of the most powerful force on this planet using high-dimensional divine power!

The Pentagon's underground command center.

When top-secret reports of nuclear weapons bases across the country becoming scrap metal and nuclear fuel becoming ineffective flooded the desks of the president and the elders.

"Thump!"

That Western president who was so arrogant just moments ago.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold floor like a lump of mud.

His trump card, which he was so proud of, was his last weapon to blackmail the world.

In an instant, someone completely stripped it clean!

"A monster...that's a monster..."

The elders were pale, trembling violently, their eyes filled with endless fear.

They finally realized just how terrifying a being they had provoked.

China at this time.

The leader's office.

That phone is practically ringing off the hook.

Secretary Song answered one overseas call after another, his face covered in sweat. His expression gradually changed from shock to undisguised elation.

"Boss! It's...it's the British Prime Minister calling!"

Secretary Song covered the microphone, so excited that she was incoherent.

"And the French president! The German chancellor!"

"They...they are all pleading, hoping to fly to the capital overnight!"

"They want...they want to meet with Advisor Zhang Huaimin in person!"