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Chapter 983 The Pharaoh's Despair, Nuclear War Begins!
The silence of the Antarctic base was soon broken by the blaring alarm.

It wasn't an invasion by foreign enemies, nor a system malfunction; it was an alarm issued by the alarm systems he had set up in major cities across the country.

The Pharaoh stood before his enormous surveillance wall, his pupils reflecting the images that made him frown.

The screen was divided into countless windows.

The first window displays a view of New York.

The Witt International Building, once a symbol of human unity and progress, is now surrounded by an angry crowd, like a black tide.

The Molotov cocktail streaked across the sky, crashed against the glass curtain wall, and exploded into bursts of flames.

The signs rose and fell amidst the throng of people.

"Executioner Witte!"

"A demon that has claimed the lives of millions!"

"The architects of a false peace!"

A hysterical roar came from the loudspeaker, which, through the base's loudspeakers, became a twisted curse directed at him personally.

Rorschach's shattered mask image was sprayed onto the riot shield of a police car, like a flag of revenge.

Window two displays a view of Washington, D.C.

The live news broadcast from Washington was shaking violently, and the reporter's terrified voice broke off in fits and starts: "...The Vice President... shot the Attorney General during a congressional hearing, my God! There's complete chaos!"

The scene quickly cuts to a chaotic parliament hall, filled with smoke, with members of parliament lying on the ground, and the scene in complete disarray.

Window three displays a view of Brussels.

The flag, a symbol of European integration, was brutally torn down and thrown into a burning garbage can.

Representatives from various countries accused, insulted, and even punched each other in front of the cameras.

The news headline scrolled across the cold text: "The EU officially announces its disintegration, member states recall ambassadors, and borders are closed."

Window four displays a view of the Polish border.

The steel torrent swept across the snow-covered plains.

A Russian tank formation, engines roaring, tracks kicking up black mud and snow, crushed border markings as it drove into Polish territory.

Silhouettes of Soviet-made fighter jets circled overhead.

The Pharaoh then turned his attention to the US-Mexico border.

The scene shifts to an aerial view, a breathtaking sight.

Tens of thousands of Americans, densely packed like ants, with their families and simple belongings, tried to break through the barbed wire and military and police blockade to flood into Mexico.

Panic spread like a plague, order vanished, and only the instinct for survival drove the desperate crowd.

With Russia's invasion of Poland, the US president declared war on Russia, and the atmosphere of war began to spread throughout the United States.

Fearing they might be attacked by Russian nuclear weapons at any moment, Americans fled to Mexico with their families.

Pharaoh then turned his gaze back to the news program broadcast on the far right screen.

Interpol's red notice appeared prominently on the screen, featuring a photograph of Adrian Witte (the Pharaoh)—that handsome, composed face, once considered a symbol of human wisdom, now the face of the wanted criminal.

The charge is crimes against humanity, and a global manhunt is underway.

The business empire he built is now being seized and divided up by governments around the world.

The Pharaoh stood like an ice sculpture.

His face, sculpted like marble, remained completely expressionless.

There was no anger, no fear, no regret.

As for why the world is in such chaos now, and why the Pharaoh has become a wanted criminal?
The reason is that the Pharaoh's massacre plot, which he planned under the pretext of "sacrificing a few to save the many," was exposed by Rorschach's diary, leading to the collapse of the false peace and a chain reaction of global order collapse.

As "the wisest man in the world," the Pharaoh foresaw that a nuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union would destroy humanity.

His proposed solution was to create a "common threat" that would unite all of humanity.

The specific operation included sacrificing millions of lives for a false peace, creating an "alien attack" in downtown New York City (actually a psychological shockwave caused by a genetically engineered monster), instantly killing 300 million people, making the world believe that it was facing an alien invasion, thereby prompting the US and the Soviet Union to cease hostilities and cooperate.

He then framed Dr. Manhattan and spread rumors about him, exacerbating human fear of him and ultimately forcing Manhattan to leave Earth.

As a result, he succeeded. Rorschach, the only Watchman who refused to compromise, was killed by Manhattan.

And Dr. Manhattan himself has also passed away.

The Pharaoh, who had achieved great success, overlooked one thing.

That is, before going to Antarctica to confront Rorschach, he wrote the truth in his diary and sent it to the radical newspaper New Frontier.

The publication of Rorschach's diary directly led to the collapse of the fragile peace built by the Pharaoh, triggering multi-dimensional disasters.

People around the world who learned the truth took to the streets, surrounded the Witter Building, and chanted "Executioner".

Interpol has issued a red notice for the arrest of Pharaoh on charges of crimes against humanity.

The American political system has also begun to collapse, with the US Vice President publicly assassinating the Attorney General, leading to a collapse of the government's credibility.

The collapse of the Soviet Union allowed post-Soviet Russia to invade Poland. The Pharaoh's attempt to override humanity in the name of reason only fueled an even greater irrational catastrophe.

He tried to save humanity, but instead led the world into an even deeper hell.

Just as the Pharaoh was reflecting on his past actions, a new alarm window, with its highest level of blinding red light and a piercing buzzer, forcefully occupied the center of the screen.

The footage cuts in from a highly encrypted military channel.

In the dimly lit command center, there was a deathly silence amidst the busy activity.

The face of the US president appeared on the split screen. His once spirited face was now distorted and deformed, his eyes bloodshot, filled with madness and despair.

He spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse and trembling:

"They've crossed the red line. They don't believe our deterrence. Repeat, execute 'Dawn of Doom'! Authorization code: Olympus! God bless America!"

The moment the order was given, dozens of dots representing U.S. intercontinental ballistic missile silos on the main screen instantly changed from a cold green representing "standby" to a blood red representing "launch".

The Pharaoh's pupils contracted sharply in an instant.

He meticulously calculated countless variables and simulated the human reaction curve under immense panic, but he underestimated the utter and irrational madness that human leaders could display in the face of ultimate fear!

After a few seconds.

Satellite images were transmitted back.

The scenes are no longer those of cities or armies.

Instead, on the Earth's arc, somewhere far away in Eastern Europe, several indescribable points of light suddenly appeared.

The spot of light rapidly expanded, engulfing the image sensor of the satellite camera, and the entire surveillance wall was instantly filled with a pure and destructive white light.

The white light lasted for a few seconds, and when the image stabilized again, several huge mushroom clouds appeared on the screen, rising wildly.

Dust, flames, and deadly radiation were thrown into the stratosphere.

The nuclear war era.

It's coming!
Inside the base, the piercing alarms seemed to pause for a moment, stunned by the silent scene of destruction.

The Pharaoh remained standing.

But his body, that body that had undergone perfect genetic optimization and rigorous training and was theoretically capable of withstanding any physical impact, swayed almost imperceptibly.

His eyes were fixed on the mushroom clouds that were swallowing everything.

He saw the future he was trying to stop arrive ahead of time, in a more savage, more thorough, and more meaningless way than he had planned.

He envisioned millions, even billions, of lives being wiped out in the ensuing nuclear winter, radiation sickness, and resource wars.

He saw that the "salvation" he had pursued all his life had become a complete and bloody irony!
"Do not……!"

Roaring, the Pharaoh's body began to give way.

He grabbed the control panel beside him and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the midst of this devastating scene, in the instant when the seemingly indestructible rationality within him began to crack, another thought, an almost pathological obsession, pierced his consciousness:

Dr. Manhattan!
He saw it!

He must have seen all of this.

From the moment the first button was pressed to the launch of the first nuclear bomb, and then to the devastating mushroom cloud that rose... Jon Osterman, the blue quantum god, was right there on the timeline, coldly observing all of this unfold!

The Pharaoh roared at the screen, "You saw it! You saw it all!"

The Pharaoh roared at the empty, cold room, his voice losing its usual absolute control, filled with a betrayal, a sense of being ignored, and a hysterical questioning.

"You have the power to change all of this! A thought! A particle rearrangement! You can turn those damn missiles into duds! You can stop that mad president's heart from beating! Why don't you do it?! Why just watch?!"

The Pharaoh, driven to near madness, now desperately wanted to find Dr. Manhattan, not for answers, but to demand answers.

To blame the catastrophe that he himself ignited, which ultimately spiraled out of control and destroyed the entire world, on a god who had the power to stop it but chose to stand idly by!
He had to find this guy no matter what!
three days later.

Inside a prison in North Carolina.

The greasy smell of sweat, the desperate stench of urine, and the indelible odor of rust.

This mixed stench is the constant background noise of the C-section cells.

The prisoners held here have long since lost their claws and teeth, leaving only numb shells writhing in their narrow cages.

Of course, except for the one at the very end.

"Let me out! You bunch of pigs in uniforms with brains full of shit!"

A hoarse roar, mixed with filthy sounds, screamed, "Did you hear me? Let me out! I'm going to tear something apart! Ha!"

The roar echoed through the cell, eliciting occasional weak curses or nervous snickers from other cells.

His only response was the monotonous echo of the prison guards' heavy leather boots pounding on the cold concrete.

"Save your energy, you piece of trash."

The prison guard's voice was completely flat: "If you howl again, your dinner tonight will be fed to the dogs."

(End of this chapter)