A man mistakenly becomes the city lord of the land, conquering all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Nanri Kaori, as the leader of the special forces unit operating in the city, took the lead in conducting the investigation;

Her failure resulted in a complete breakdown in communication with Chen Hai, as the information she sent back prompted the restless Japanese leadership to contact him.

And now-

When Chen Hai received a phone call from the Japanese Prime Minister, he proposed that they 'submit to him' as a condition.

Of course, they have other options, but they will pay a price for them.

As for the specifics of this cost...

Next time, the fat man and the little boy from the sky won't land in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, but will choose the neon capital, Tokyo!

Upon hearing this, everyone present, from the Prime Minister to the ministers, showed expressions of horror.

However, some military personnel do not believe this threat.

In their eyes, even if monsters and dragons exist in this world, they cannot defeat the weapons they possess!

Although the Self-Defense Forces are prohibited from possessing aircraft carriers and nuclear-powered submarines, and the number of combat aircraft is limited to no more than 500, they are not allowed to possess long-range bombers or develop ballistic missile technology, they still possess conventional weapons!

Long-range strikes against targets within Japan are naturally not a problem.

However, many ministers disagreed with these military personnel who seemed ready to shout "Banzai" at any moment.

"Are you going to launch missiles at your own country's cities?"

"There are surviving citizens there!"

"And once this weapon is used, what will others think? How will you take responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, the Army Commander responded loudly.

"So what?! Are you just going to watch His Majesty the Chief and His Majesty the Locust be threatened by a stranger?!"

It's clear that the military has no intention of compromising.

But they weren't the ones who actually made the decision.

The person who controls all of this is on the other end of the phone.

The argument continued, and the Prime Minister, who had quieted everyone down, rebuked them.

"Stop arguing here. His Majesty the Heavenly Locust's decision is our decision."

I?

Upon hearing the Prime Minister's words, Tianhuang, who was sitting in his seat, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Am I supposed to write a 'surrender document' myself?!

Thinking of this, the live broadcast began to switch camera angles.

The prime minister's deputy, Yujiro Kozo, who had been dispatched there, swallowed hard and instructed the soldiers to point the camera in another direction.

【Gentlemen… Mr. Chenhai said he could give us three minutes to consider, during which time he would demonstrate his 'sincerity'.】

"Sincerity?"

The Prime Minister was dumbfounded.

What kind of sincerity is this?

Because the prime minister and ministers only saw the terrifying dragon that appeared on camera.

It was tall and had a terrifying face; its wingspan was enough to blot out the sky.

Its massive body rose high, as if it were about to fly into the sky.

To be honest, they couldn't see any 'sincerity' at all; the only thing they could understand was... threats.

It's nothing but threats.

Clearly, a new "show of force" is on the way!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Scene from the council chamber.

"What about the storm clouds that cover the continent?"

Veldora's voice was deep and powerful, like an echo from the abyss, each word carrying an invisible force that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"It doesn't feel very intimidating."

Unlike the others, Chen Hai smiled with a relaxed expression, while also looking forward to what kind of trouble Verudela might cause.

"Then I'll show you."

Veldora grinned.

The dragon's perfectly healthy smile appears to ordinary people as if it is about to devour the world.

Then Veldora suddenly flew into the sky!

In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth seemed to be ignited!

A powerful surge of magic erupted from Veldora, sweeping across the surroundings!

The sky instantly turned pitch black, and thick dark clouds rapidly gathered, like a giant beast awakening, opening its endless maw of darkness, ready to destroy everything.

The next moment, a gale arose and swept in with unstoppable force!

Outside the conference hall, trees were uprooted and rocks were swept into the air, as if they had become toys of this destructive airflow.

The distant mountain peaks, unnoticed by anyone, appeared small and fragile in the face of this force; the rocks at their tops were suddenly torn apart and fell into the valley.

Those sitting at the scene could only feel the earth trembling and the distant rumble!

Immediately afterwards, streaks of lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the entire expanse.

They pierced the dark clouds like silver swords, bringing deafening thunder.

Each flash of lightning was accompanied by a violent tremor, and the earth itself couldn't help but shake.

The conference room, where one wall had collapsed, was also affected, crumbling and collapsing from the point of damage!

In the blink of an eye, the once tranquil rivers throughout the city overflowed under the impact of the torrential rain, the raging floodwaters sweeping away all obstacles in their path and rushing towards the unknown.

It had only been ten seconds since Veldora used her power.

Earthquakes and floods have left the entire city teetering on the brink of collapse!

Above all this, the storm cloud that blotted out the sky was like a giant vortex, constantly spinning and expanding until it completely enveloped the entire Neon Island!

Its edges, like sharp blades, cut the boundary between the sky and the earth, plunging everything into chaos.

At the heart of this storm, Veldora's figure appeared and disappeared, his presence seemingly the core of this natural disaster, controlling the flow of every bit of power.

In less than half a minute, Veldora's power covered the entire territory of this small island nation!

This is nothing more than a warm-up for the Storm Dragon, which once easily destroyed a country.

Different worlds, different settings, naturally different strengths.

The power that Veldora is displaying at this moment is less than one-tenth of his full strength.

The world of "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" is full of powerful beings, which is why Veldora is restricted.

But this place is completely different...

Apart from Chen Hai, everyone else is like an ant!

Chen Hai stood before the crumbling wall, looking at the shattered building and the storm whipping through his hair and clothes, and praised it with great satisfaction.

"As expected of Veldora, worthy of the name 'Storm Dragon'."

"hey-hey!"

After being praised, Veludra became interested.

He opened his mouth and spewed dragon breath into the sky.

Then the storm intensified, threatening to engulf the entire city!

"enough."

Upon seeing this, Chen Hai told Verudela to stop what she was doing.

"Really? You haven't had enough fun yet."

Despite looking regretful, Veldora didn't ignore Chen Hai's words and obediently withdrew her power.

As the storm gradually subsided and the sun shone through the clouds once again, the people in the conference hall finally came to their senses.

Their faces were gloomy, terrified, and uneasy, and they were soaked from head to toe by the rain that had fallen after the roof was blown off.

Only Chen Hai was unaffected.

"It seems to be working well."

Chen Hai spoke softly, yet his voice carried clearly to every corner.

"Now, it's up to you to choose."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At the same time as Operation Chenhai, in the face of such an unusual situation and incomprehensible crisis, the upper echelons of Japan had contacted their 'master' in advance.

The Eagle Nation, Washington, D.C., Underground Strategic Command Center.

Around the oval conference table, twelve decision-makers dressed in dark suits sat in a circle.

On the huge circular screen, the live monitoring footage from Neon Island was divided into twelve windows—the ruins after the storm dissipated, the twisted mountains, the terrifying lightning, the storm that destroyed the earth…

Every frame testifies to the terror of that dragon.

"Oh, God……"

The National Security Advisor took off his glasses, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

"This is not a natural disaster, nor is it a zombie virus. This is... something beyond common sense."

"We must act immediately."

The UK's defense minister abruptly stood up, and the projection screen immediately switched to a deployment map of the B-2 bomber group.

"Three W87 nuclear warheads are enough to level a designated area. If that...that creature can control the weather and create storms, then it will also dominate the ocean. At that time, the Pacific Fleet will probably be no match for it."

"Use nuclear weapons?"

The Secretary of State looked at the Secretary of Defense

"And then let the whole of East Asia be engulfed in radioactive dust? Do you know how huge the public outcry will be? More importantly... I think it will be intercepted by that dragon."

The conference room fell into dead silence.

A minister suddenly spoke up

"Everyone, have you noticed how much energy this storm has released?"

He zoomed in on the image, where the storm clouds and the lightning, the controlled forces, were spreading everywhere.

"If we could control this energy..."

Are you still thinking clearly?

The Minister of Defense asked

"The power that guy releases at will is equivalent to the energy of a magnitude 3 or 4 earthquake; it's simply beyond human control."

"Therefore we must be even more cautious."

The Secretary of State calmly said

“I suggest we immediately launch ‘Olive Branch Plan’ and send a special envoy with the highest-level diplomatic documents to probe the other side’s intentions. That guy named Chen Hai seems to enjoy showing off his power. He might be capable of negotiation; otherwise, it wouldn’t be ‘showing off’ but ‘destruction’.”

"I insist on a nuclear strike."

Defense Minister pulls up satellite cloud image

"The B-2 swarm can arrive within 6 hours. If that creature can really tear the earth apart..."

He pointed to a crack in the Pacific Plate on the map.