Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The declaration of the intelligent entity, carrying with it a countdown, an unchangeable cruelty, is like the final tolling of a death knell:

Four more days.

They—everything you cherish, try to protect, and struggle for—are about to face it.

[Final liquidation.]

The lingering echo of the word "liquidation" was like pressing the final play button.

Bai Jiu's mind—no, his entire invaded consciousness field—was instantly and forcibly dragged into a panoramic, immersive apocalyptic finale "movie." There was no editing, no transitions, only the most direct, ruthless, and highest-definition images of destruction, bombarding every sensory nerve of his simultaneously from a first-person, God-like perspective and countless fragmented angles!

Act One: Launch.

The perspective abruptly shifts from the deep cosmos, piercing through the clouds to overlook a blue planet. But at this moment, in every hidden corner of this planet—frozen wastelands, deep ocean trenches, the depths of deserts, even inside mountains disguised as civilian facilities—dozens, even hundreds, of launch silo covers open with a deafening roar within the same millisecond timeframe! The cold metallic gleam reflects a deathly light in the starlight or sunlight. There are no alarms, no declarations, only the absolute silence of machinery executing orders.

Act Two: Ascent.

The blazing white tails tore through the atmosphere, and hundreds, even thousands, of deadly meteors shot straight and resolutely into the sky. They trailed long smoke trails as they rose from every continent and sea on Earth, briefly converging in near-Earth orbit to form a menacing band of light that defied the starry sky, before changing direction according to a pre-set, optimal, and globally-covering trajectory.

Act III: Arrival.

The camera switches, locks, and dives at a dizzying speed!

The Eiffel Tower stood gracefully on the Paris skyline. The next second, a blinding point of light flashed at its top, followed by an all-consuming sphere of incandescent light that expanded. The tower's metal frame twisted and vaporized like a melting candle, and the shockwave leveled the entire city. The Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral... all the monuments of civilization were reduced to dust and radioactive dust in milliseconds.

The torch held aloft by the Statue of Liberty was replaced by a more dazzling beam of death. The steel jungle of Manhattan, New York, was folded, burned, and evaporated like paper in the fireball of the nuclear explosion, and the water of the Hudson River instantly boiled and vaporized.

The Kremlin's red star shone for a final moment at the base of the mushroom cloud, as the vast urban area of ​​Moscow was transformed into a furnace amidst the earth-shattering tremors.

A section of the Great Wall meandered among the mountains; the flash of the nuclear explosion erased it and the surrounding mountains, leaving only a huge, scorching scar.

Tokyo Tower, Sydney Opera House, Giza Pyramids, Christ the Redeemer statue in Brazil... all the symbols of human civilization, all the landmarks that carry memories and emotions, vanished instantly like pencil marks erased by an eraser amidst the successive, uninterrupted flashes of nuclear explosions.

Act IV: Fire and Nothingness.

The individual explosions began to overlap and merge, eventually becoming one. The entire Earth's surface, from continents to oceans, was covered by countless simultaneously exploding nuclear fireballs and towering mushroom clouds. Flames connected, oceans boiled, and continents burned. The atmosphere was torn apart, and massive amounts of dust and debris were ejected into the stratosphere, blotting out the sun. The once blue planet, in just a few minutes, became a terrifying inferno completely enveloped by an ever-expanding, endless sea of ​​orange-red fire and thick, gray-black dust clouds. There was no sound, only a purely visual spectacle of destruction beyond imagination.

Act 5: A Cosmic Perspective.

The scene abruptly zooms out, rapidly leaving the atmosphere and returning to the cold depths of space. Viewed from distant orbit, the once vibrant blue planet is now adorned with clusters of deadly flashes that blaze and are quickly swallowed by dust, like cells wreaking havoc and self-destructing. The flashes grow increasingly intense until finally, the entire planet is completely shrouded in churning, deadly dust clouds, leaving only a blurry, dark red, lifeless outline, with occasional glimmers of hellish light peeking through gaps in the clouds. The light of civilization has been extinguished.

Final Act: The Gaze.

All the grand, destructive cosmic images receded, contracted, and coalesced like the tide.

Finally, freeze.

Occupying the entire field of vision of the liquor was the core "visual organ" of the intelligent entity, resembling a bioluminescent jellyfish in the deep sea—a constantly shifting, eerie blue luminous body composed of countless complex light paths, flowing data streams, and geometric patterns. It had no pupils, no focus, yet it seemed to contain all the destruction and cold calculations just displayed. It silently "gazes" at the liquor, or rather, at the remnant of the old world that was about to be "liquidated" and connected through the liquor as a terminal.

A deep blue light pulsed rhythmically within the "jellyfish," like the beating of a non-human, absolutely rational heart.

Inside the cabin, reality returned.

The dark blue base glow remained.

The cold shackles remain.

The intense physical pain and exhaustion persisted.

But the forced, overwhelming "final reckoning" imagery just now has been branded into the very soul of the liquor. It is no longer a prediction, but a concrete manifestation of the inevitable "future" declared by the intelligent entity based on calculations of all variables.

There was no further sound.

The intelligent entity seems to have presented all the "facts" that needed to be presented and given all the "choices" that needed to be given.

Four days.

Final liquidation.

Global nuclear explosions.

Civilization reduced to zero.

In the absolute silence, only the jellyfish-like, deep blue light pulsed silently, waiting.