188: Chapter 186 Counterattack! The World in an Uproar, the Bitterness of the Eagle Nation

Boom!!

The entire world was in a complete frenzy.

If,

the cheers just now were the joy of surviving a disaster,

then the boiling excitement at this moment was the most primal roar, breaking through all restraints after being suppressed for so long!

Counterattack!

These two words,

for humanity, which had struggled under the shadow of the Abyss for decades, were such a luxury, so far out of reach.

They had thought of victory, they had thought of peace, but they never dared to imagine that one day, they could step onto that land symbolizing despair and destruction with the posture of a conqueror.

And now, this dream was declared a reality by Luo Yu in the most domineering and unrestrained manner.

In the auditorium,

there was first a two-second vacuum of silence.

Then,

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

A boy sitting in the back row was the first to jump up, his chair being kicked over directly. He howled at the top of his lungs, tears and snot covering his face, and he didn't even bother to wipe them.

This howl

was like some kind of signal.

In the entire auditorium, everyone stood up.

Applause, stomping, and roaring mixed together, making the reinforced concrete dome of the auditorium buzz and hum.

Several girls cried until their makeup was ruined, and the male students next to them weren't much better, wiping tears while shouting along.

In the front row,

General Zhan Kuang's slap toward Fierce Fire landed directly on his back this time.

"Ow! Take it easy!" Fierce Fire bared his teeth.

General Zhan Kuang didn't hear him at all; his entire body was trembling.

It wasn't fear,

but a pure excitement surging out from the marrow of his bones.

Having been a soldier for decades,

and having crawled out of piles of corpses countless times, he never dared to dream of the words "counterattack."

Just holding the line had taken every ounce of effort.

Counterattack?

That was a fantasy.

But now, this fantasy came out of the mouth of a young man in his early twenties, and he actually felt it was—only natural.

On the podium,

Luo Yu didn't say anything more.

Everything that needed to be said had been said; the rest would be spoken with fists.

He turned and walked down the podium, and as he passed Su Zhiruo's seat, he casually patted the top of her head.

"Stop crying, your nose is all red."

Su Zhiruo sniffed hard and gave him a fierce glare, but her eyes grew even redder. Beside her, Su Qingxue turned her head away, secretly wiping the corner of her eye with her military uniform sleeve.

...

The live broadcast of this graduation ceremony spread across the globe simultaneously.

The words "counterattack"

were translated into forty-seven languages and appeared on every lit screen on Earth.

Dragon Country's social media platforms crashed three times.

The hashtag #CounterattackTheAbyss exceeded fifty billion in popularity within one minute.

The comment section could no longer be described as "flooding"—it was a literal deluge of text.

"I'm crying, damn it, I'm really crying."

"Who still remembers the day five years ago when the East Sea Defense Line was almost broken through? My dad didn't come back that day. Today, I'm seeing this for him."

"If Luo Yu says counterattack, then it's a counterattack. Which of this man's words has he ever failed to keep?"

"Godzilla: On a business trip again? Fine, pack up some Abyssal Giant Beasts as snacks."

"Mothra: Hubby, do your best."

"Pandora: I want to go too! I want to eat too!"

"..."

The style of the bullet comments shifted from tear-jerking to silly with incredible speed.

But no one felt it was out of place.

This is humanity—able to laugh right after crying, and keep crying after laughing.

...

Northern Border Federation, The Kremlin.

The President finished watching the broadcast and remained silent for half a minute.

"Prepare a diplomatic document of the highest specification."

"And the content?" the Minister of National Defense asked.

"Just one sentence." The President picked up the vodka on the table and downed it in one gulp.

"Dragon Country counterattacks, the Northern Border Federation fully cooperates. Give as many mechs as needed, give as many people as needed."

"Are you sure? This is equivalent to handing over all our military power to..."

"Hand it over to whom? To the man who can nibble on the moon like a steamed bun?" The President set the empty glass on the table. "Following him, I feel at ease. Not following him, I can't sleep. You choose."

The Minister of National Defense fell silent.

...

Western European Alliance Headquarters.

The Chairman posted a tweet with only four words:

"We follow the King."

The attached image was a panoramic screenshot of Godzilla standing on the moon.

In ten minutes, the retweets exceeded two hundred million.

And on the other side of the ocean,

Eagle Country, White House.

There were no cheers, no excitement.

Only a deep-seated, inescapable bitterness.

The President sat alone in his office, the curtains drawn tight, the TV off, the tablet face down on the desk. He didn't want to look at any screen.

Because on every screen was that young man's face.

Once,

Eagle Country was the center of the world.

Once, every word he said could cause global stock markets to fluctuate.

Now?

A twenty-year-old Eastern kid stood on a podium and casually said two words, and the whole world went crazy with him.

And the dignified President of Eagle Country,

all he could do was—send a congratulatory telegram with humble wording.

Bitter.

So damn bitter.

"Mr. President."

The secretary's voice squeezed through the crack in the door, carrying a cautious probing tone.

"What is it?"

"The congratulatory telegrams from various countries have been sent out. Dragon Country's Ministry of Foreign Affairs replied with a letter of thanks. Also... there is an emergency situation from the military that you need to review personally."

The President rubbed his temples and waved his hand tiredly: "Come in."

The secretary entered, carrying a red folder marked with the highest secrecy level.

The President opened the folder and scanned it.

Then,

his expression changed instantly.

"Dr. William was abducted by an unknown force during transport?"

"Yes, Mr. President. The Special Awakened Squad responsible for the transport was wiped out. Communications were completely jammed within three minutes. We don't even know what methods the other party used."

The President's hands began to tremble.

It wasn't because of the fact that Dr. William was abducted—he didn't care who took that madman away.

It was because on the last page of the folder, there was a line of handwritten, scrawled notes of a communication fragment intercepted by the intelligence department.

It was the last message sent by Dr. William through an unknown frequency thirty seconds before he was taken.

The content of the message was just one sentence:

"'genesis' has been activated. Antarctica, beneath the ice sheet, the Final Plan begins."

The President's fingers spasmed, and the document slipped from his hand, scattering all over the floor.

"Antarctica... beneath the ice sheet..."

His face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

Because he knew what "genesis" was.

It was a secret laboratory built privately by Dr. William, outside of all official records.

Eagle Country's intelligence department only discovered its existence three months ago, but had never found its exact location—they only knew it was hidden deep beneath the permanent ice sheet somewhere in Antarctica.

And even more critically,

according to information pieced together from limited intelligence fragments,

that laboratory stored Abyssal Giant Beast genetic samples secretly collected by Dr. William from all over the world over ten years, high-dimensional biological tissue fragments, and... Godzilla energy frequency data extracted from the Mechagodzilla project.

What exactly did he want to do?

The President didn't dare think further.

"Immediately... immediately notify Dragon Country!"

The President's voice was trembling, and he nearly bit his lip until it bled.

The secretary was stunned: "Mr. President? Proactively notify Dragon Country? This is equivalent to slapping our own faces!"

"Do you think I'm in any position to care about face right now?!"

Bam!!

The President slammed his palm on the desk.

The water glass on the desk bounced and fell, splashing water all over him, but he was completely oblivious.

"If that madman William really creates something, the first to be destroyed won't be Dragon Country—it'll be our Eagle Country! It'll be the whole world!"

"Notify Dragon Country! Notify Luo Yu! At the fastest speed! Now! Immediately!"

The secretary stumbled out.

The President slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Outside the window,

the sky over Washington was still so blue.

But he felt that something, beneath the ice of Antarctica, was slowly... opening its eyes.