This endless world

This is an era of polarization.

The United States is now at the pinnacle of world power. This is a solemn moment for the country's democracy. And with the greatest power comes an awesome responsibility for the future.

Since the end of World War II, from Szczecin on the Baltic Sea to Trieste on the Adriatic Sea, an iron curtain has been drawn across the European continent. In the other big country across the sea, millions of nuclear warheads have been prepared, and the atmosphere of war is on the verge of breaking out. Countless nuclear weapons are ready to turn this planet called Earth into scorched earth, killing billions of humans and completely destroying human civilization so far.

The bell of doomsday has rung, and everyone can see the coming end.

No one can save this world that is about to be destroyed. It will eventually be destroyed in human malice, not even Dr. Manhattan -

"Bang!"

The sound of a head sliding off the elbow and hitting the table sounded in the White House Presidential Office, which represents the highest authority in the United States. The current president Reagan suddenly woke up from his sleep. He covered his red forehead and looked at the documents on his desk blankly. It took him a long time to remember that he fell asleep unconsciously while reading the documents.

This was not the first time that President Reagan had a similar dream. Since the beginning of the Cold War, he has been worried about the outbreak of nuclear war every moment. When he opened his eyes every morning, he would first confirm whether his body was intact, whether the sky outside was covered by the smoke of nuclear bombs, and whether the clock representing the end of the world was one step closer to the end.

There was a dull pain in the heart, which was the mark left by the gunshot wound in the past, but Reagan did not care, because pain was proof of being alive, and compared with his predecessors who had a wild imagination, he was only shot one inch away from the heart, which could be said to be extremely lucky.

The president of the United States has always been a high-risk industry. Since President Kennedy, who had a close personal relationship with Dr. Manhattan, could not avoid being shot by a bullet that flew out of nowhere while in a convertible, how could President Reagan avoid it?

People can only rely on themselves forever, and Reagan knew this. So unlike those ignorant people who expected Dr. Manhattan to come out to save the world like ending the Vietnam War, Reagan never placed his hope of ending the Cold War on the blue man, even if he really had the power of God.

Moreover, even if he really prayed to the "man-made God", everything was too late, too late...

"Mr. President."

Just as Reagan was rubbing his temple tiredly, trying to relieve his overworked body, a voice that was so cold and machine-like suddenly sounded in front of his desk, which scared him. And when he looked closely, it was a black-haired, yellow-skinned young man, who was calmly chewing an apple, not caring that the juice wet the documents on the table.

...Why an apple?

Some doubts flashed through his mind, but rational thinking took over in an instant. Reagan took a deep breath, and the presidential demeanor made him give up pressing the button at hand and calling the bodyguard to enter the office. Instead, he showed the skills he had performed in front of the camera in the past and smiled amiably: "Excuse me, what can I do for you so late at night?"

"Looking for someone."

But Reagan's smile was destined to be in vain. Chu Xuan didn't even bother to look at him, as if the handsome face in his eyes was not as important as the red apple in front of him. The young man took another big bite of the apple in his hand and continued: "I need to see Dr. Manhattan."

——Sure enough.

Hearing this familiar name, Reagan felt that it was unexpected, but reasonable. He was absolutely sure of the security of the White House. Since the person in front of him could pass through countless guards and surveillance cameras and quietly appear in his office, he must have some kind of power beyond ordinary people, or superpowers...

And the enemy of superpowers can only be superpowers, isn't this normal?

If it were seven days ago, he would only respond calmly with a smile, because Dr. Manhattan's ability was unimaginably powerful. No matter what kind of enemy attacked, he had full confidence in Dr. Manhattan's final victory. However, now...

Countless thoughts flashed through Reagan's mind like lightning, but he still said calmly on the surface: "What do you want to do with the doctor? You know, he is now in charge of an important scientific research project, and even I haven't seen him for a long time..."

"This is not an inquiry, but a notification."

However, the next moment, Chu Xuan interrupted the other party's words directly. The wise man of the Zhongzhou team put the apple core on the table, clapped his hands casually, and let the splashing juice fly onto President Reagan's old face: "If you have any questions, you can look out the window first."

Speaking, Chu Xuan stretched out a finger and pointed horizontally at the window behind the president.

"...Okay."

Reagan remained calm and turned calmly to face the night sky. The night sky tonight was clear and cloudless, the moon hung in the zenith as usual, emitting a soft glow, and the stars twinkled around, no different from the usual nights -

No, there is a difference.

"That is...!"

The moon, which was originally hanging in the sky, is moving.

It is not the rotation or revolution of stars that can only be seen with an astronomical telescope, but the movement that can be seen with the naked eye. The star that was originally located above the head suddenly changed its trajectory, as if it was grasped by an invisible giant and then randomly changed its position...!

"I won't say the same thing again."

In Reagan's horrified eyes, Chu Xuan, who was sitting opposite the desk, calmly pushed out a photo. It was a photo of Armstrong planting the flag of the United States on the moon when he landed on the moon. It was a small step for an individual and a big step for mankind. But in front of the pride of mankind, there was a young man with black hair and yellow skin, who stood on the surface of the moon as usual without wearing a space suit.

Combined with the sudden movement of the moon just now, Reagan only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and the bell of doomsday seemed to suddenly ring in his ears...

-It has never been so close as this moment. (End of this chapter)