Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

On the screen, the night was torn apart by three blinding white lights—the silhouettes of three F-15EX fighter jets breaking the sound barrier and hurtling into the sky at full speed.

Like three silver arrows, they pierced the heavy night sky above Miami, the missiles mounted under their wings gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the city lights.

The lead pilot stared intently at the enormous and eerie sight ahead, his headset filled with commands from the ground control center and a cacophony of noise. He took a deep breath, steadied his slightly trembling hands, and fixed his crosshairs firmly on the slowly rotating giant eye at the center of the array.

"Target locked, prepare for launch." The pilot's voice came through the radio, tinged with tension.

After receiving confirmation from the ground command center, he decisively pressed the launch button.

Beneath the wings, air-to-air missiles trailed long, fiery contrails as they shot like arrows toward the giant eye and the array of stone tablets in the sky.

The missile streaked across the night sky with a sharp whistling sound, hurtling towards its target with destructive force.

However, what happened next sent a chill down the spines of everyone watching the screen.

The missile hit the target area precisely; however, the expected explosion and flash of light did not occur.

The missile seemed to pierce through a phantom, passing straight through the massive black stone slabs and the eerie eye, as if they didn't exist in this physical space at all.

The missile traced an illusory path through the air before disappearing into the distant night, leaving only a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

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But this was not without its effects. At the very instant the missile passed through, the giant eye in the sky, which had been slowly rotating, seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly stopped rotating.

The pupil in the center of the eyeball contracted sharply, then began to expand like a bottomless black hole. The scarlet blood vessels around the eyeball began to writhe like living things, spreading rapidly and devouring the once clear whites of the eyes.

Even more terrifying, the eye began to devour the surrounding black stone slabs. One, two, three... the huge stone slabs were sucked into the ever-expanding eyeball like melting ice, emitting a dull swallowing sound, as if some ancient beast was feeding.

As the stone slabs continued to disappear, the eye expanded at a visible speed. Originally occupying only the center of the formation, it rapidly grew until it became as large as a full moon, occupying the center of the entire formation and even exceeding the range of the stone slab array. It hung in the sky above Miami, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

However, aside from its increased size and changed appearance, the enormous eye did not seem to make any other move.

It hung eerily in the night sky, like a cold bystander, indifferently looking down at the brightly lit city below. Its huge eyeball was covered with scarlet blood vessels, like an abyss full of malice and the unknown, sending chills down one's spine.

The entire city of Miami, and indeed the world, was shrouded in the shadow cast by this enormous eye, enveloped in a suffocating silence and unease.

The ineffectiveness of the attack methods plunged everyone into a deep sense of powerlessness. The missiles were like nothingness, easily piercing through the huge eye and the array of stone slabs, as if they were attacking a phantom from another dimension.

After a brief silence, people began to whisper among themselves. The initial panic seemed to have subsided, after all, apart from its increased size and more imposing appearance, the eye did not seem to make any further moves.

Some even began to console themselves, suggesting that perhaps this was just a huge, harmless spectacle.

If you can't do anything about that thing, what can you do?

If there's something like that hanging in the sky, your boss will give you paid leave?!

You wish!

Just go do whatever you need to do!

However, a sinister shadow quietly descended, and before people truly realized the danger, disaster had already struck.

Night fell, as if thick ink had been poured down, slowly and silently staining the Miami sky.

The weariness was not ordinary sleepiness, but a heavy, viscous, and irresistible wave that surged from the direction of the giant eye in the sky, indiscriminately enveloping the entire city.

At first, it was just that their eyelids began to feel heavy, as if they were weighed down with small lead weights, and the frequency of their blinking gradually slowed down. People rubbed their sleepy eyes, trying to dispel this sudden drowsiness, but the force wrapped around them like vines, slowly robbing them of their wakefulness.

On the television screen, the eerie giant eye continued to slowly rotate, emitting an unsettling light.

People who were initially focused on the screen began to lose focus, and their voices gradually faded until they fell silent.

Some people leaned back on the sofa, the remote control slipping from their hands and making a soft sound; others slumped over their computer desks, the unfinished work interface still glowing with a faint blue light, their fingertips already limp and lifeless; and a few people returning home late at night walked with faltering steps, as if each step had exhausted all their strength, and finally, on a bench at the street corner or on the steps in front of their homes, they silently slid into a deep sleep.

The city gradually quieted down, as if the daytime hustle and bustle had been muted.

The car horns fell silent, the music in the bars stopped abruptly, and the hustle and bustle of the night market vanished. Only the waves continued to tirelessly lap against the shore, making a monotonous and empty sound, as if singing a lullaby for this sleeping city.

The first rays of morning sunlight, carrying a faint warmth, pierced through the thin mist and shone upon this once vibrant city. However, what should have been a bustling and lively time was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

The alarm clocks in every household rang on time, their sharp rings piercing the silence, but like stones sinking into the sea, no one answered. In the kitchen, the coffee machine continued to hum, and the aroma of bread filled the air, tempting and warm, but the dining table was empty; no one was there to enjoy what should have been the start of a beautiful day.

The children's usual cheerful laughter disappeared completely, as if erased by an invisible eraser.

The sounds of parents urging their children to get up in the morning, and the greetings exchanged between neighbors, all seemed to have vanished, swallowed up by this eerie silence.

The entire city was like a giant, exquisite glass dome, shutting out all sound and leaving only a chilling, deathly silence.

Not only in Miami, but all over the world, anyone who witnessed that eye, whether in person or through a live stream, was not spared.

An analyst from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs in ZZ City was discussing the strange phenomena in Miami with his colleagues last night, and then went home exhausted and fell asleep immediately.

In the early morning, his family found him lying like a sleeping statue, never to wake up again. On the table lay an analysis report on the Miami incident, and on the screen was a close-up of the giant eye.

A London journalist, who had worked through the night covering the Miami incident, took a nap at his keyboard after finishing his last report. However, this sleep became his last; he never opened his eyes again. The headline of his news report was "Eye in the Sky: Omen or Disaster?"

Death spreads like a plague, yet it is silent and without pain or struggle; it simply falls into a quiet slumber and then departs forever.

The world seemed to have been silenced, and an unprecedented, bone-chilling cold enveloped the hearts of every survivor. Fear spread like a tide, silent yet enough to devour everything.

After falling asleep, will it be a long sleep?