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Chapter 95 Great Battle
On the 90th day of the Regression Day, humanity completely lost its reason.
Consciousness Day, December 20, 2046.
Three months of reversed time seemed to tear apart all order in the world.
Clocks do not rotate counterclockwise, day and night are not reversed, and human memory is not erased.
But yesterday's wounds heal in reverse, the departed bones are transformed into living people, civilization decays in slow retrograde, and when hope is followed by despair, reason is the first thing to perish.
Everyone knows that the world may regress to a primitive state, and all existence will eventually be erased by the passage of time.
The only way out is space, but ordinary people and small countries find it hard to see any hope for this path.
Despair piled up to a breaking point, and humanity gave the most insane answer.
The missile has been launched.
Without a declaration of war or any orders, missile silos scattered across the globe were inexplicably unlocked.
Logic crumbled with the first gunshot, geopolitics completely failed, and missiles blindly attacked each other following their chaotic instincts: nuclear missiles from the North American continent crossed the Pacific Ocean and rushed towards the heart of East Asia, ballistic missiles from the Russian wilderness soared into the sky and crashed into the North American mainland, and European countries rained warheads on each other, turning the former military balance of power into a complete joke.
The gray-white tail flames pierced the distorted, dim sky, and thousands of nuclear warheads broke free from the earth's restraints, weaving haphazardly through the backward-moving clouds.
Without precise trajectories or targets, they were simply pure, destructive streaks of fire, haphazardly weaving across the distorted sky, their crimson glow staining the murky heavens.
The city is still collapsing in reverse.
The collapsed high-rise building was pieced back together in reverse, and the shattered glass flowed back into place. The traffic on the street was accompanied by a deathly silence of people.
The sky was filled with nuclear bombs that ignored all calls for reason. Some exploded directly in the air, while others collided and exploded one after another. The scorching nuclear fireballs rose and fell, creating deformed black mushroom clouds in the inverted world.
The earth trembled, and intense light repeatedly engulfed the continent.
Seawater surged toward the shore, and shattered ships rolled ashore, only to be instantly vaporized by nuclear flames. The fortress of civilization, built up over a long period by humankind, crumbled into dust in the chaotic destruction, only to be rebuilt the next day.
No one understood why the fire button was pressed.
Perhaps it was the collapse of the collective subconscious, or perhaps the disorder of time distorted the weapon commands. In a regressive and absurd world, humanity gave up the struggle and chose to use the most violent destruction to forcibly etch a scalding, insane final mark on a civilization destined to perish.
On the ground, the crowd stared blankly at the catastrophe unfolding in the sky.
Some people's limbs twitched, their memories peeling away in reverse, the fear of the previous second being forcibly erased, leaving only an empty blankness; others screamed silently, their throats unable to produce a complete tone, waving their arms in vain at the sky full of nuclear fire.
On the street, bewildered pedestrians brushed past each other without eye contact or communication. In their memories, the bricks and tiles that had been restored the next day seemed to be piling up on dilapidated buildings, when a new wave of scorching shockwaves brutally swept through the streets and alleys, and the newly pieced-together walls instantly melted and collapsed.
In the distorted spacetime, destruction and rewinding are constantly pulling each other apart, and all things endlessly cycle between birth and annihilation.
The intense light pierced through the hazy sky, turning everyone's pale faces a deep red.
No one sought refuge from the heat of the nuclear explosion, nor did anyone escape the burning debris that fell from the sky.
Reason had long been eroded by the ninety days of regression, and humanity numbly accepted the double judgment:
"On one hand, there are days of great regression filled with complexity; on the other hand, there is a self-destructive inferno."
The world lost its color, and the wind was deathly silent.
At Taiqing Mountain, the six members of the Huitian Group numbly hid in the safe house, which was located hundreds of meters underground and fully equipped with food, drink and supplies. However, none of them felt any joy in being so well protected.
The Taiqing Mountain area was not spared in this frenzied bombardment. On the first day of the battle, seven missiles carrying nuclear warheads detonated in the surrounding area.
At first, only five or six out of ten missiles could be intercepted, but just now, in another round of fire, they were all intercepted.
This is all thanks to the combat information and data that Luo Shu has collected over the past month, which has enabled him to accurately predict the trajectories of various types of ballistic missiles from other countries.
Sun Fumin bit down hard on a lollipop and said resentfully, "They really can't accept defeat. They can't beat us in the hacker war, so they start tearing off the mask of civility."
Lu Xue chimed in, "I can't believe it, we're now under attack from the whole world..."
Zhang Jimin sighed softly, "It's all because our air defense system has been too good these past two weeks. Other places have suffered devastation; although there haven't been actual deaths, the tragedy is real. But here, thanks to the Luo Shu, our combat power has doubled. The bigger the tree, the more the wind blows..."
"What nonsense! You're just jealous of our success." Sun Fumin crushed the lollipop and glared at her. "Even Xiao Rizi wants to join in the fun. Good for you. You should throw a few more 'candy beans' into Xiao Rizi's house every day after you roll back."
"Amitabha Buddha..."
Chang Niankong no longer wanted to speak. His face was full of worry, and he no longer had any of the Taoist's calm and indifferent mindset. He listened to the discussion of the others, chanted a Taoist chant, closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm his mind.
Su Mian didn't join in the idle chatter. This period of hiding had been going on for a month. The outside world was in chaos every day. Even if it was something new, it was too repetitive. They had been fighting for a month already, and she really didn't know what the point was anymore.
Su Mian patted the tablet in her hand, only to find that there was no signal again. She sighed helplessly and turned to look at Jiang Ning, who was holding a backpack with his eyes closed.
"They're probably researching the mysterious space again!" Su Mian thought to herself.
The cause of the world's great regression has not yet been found, but a method to resist the world's regression has been unexpectedly discovered.
That is, according to speculation, as long as one person doesn't sleep, the world can continue to move forward.
The person who has persisted the longest so far is Sun Fumin, who lasted a maximum of 58 hours during the second round of testing. Those 58 hours were also the time when the outside world was under severe pressure.
I've heard that there isn't a single city in all of Europe and North America that is intact.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as "cultivating land with artillery shells".
China also retaliated with anger: "Today you bomb my capital, tomorrow I'll bomb your parliament; today you attack ten of my cities, tomorrow I'll indiscriminately cover your entire territory. I'll never suffer a loss."
Thinking of this, Su Mian turned her head to look at Chang Niankong, who was resting with his eyes closed, looking very tired.
This is because, in addition to the "quantum storage" that Jiang Ning always carries, Chang Niankong has also become the second person to preserve the technological data of civilization.
He needs to rely on his memory to memorize a large amount of research data.
"According to the projections, as long as even one person in the world hasn't slept since the rollback, the world won't regress and reset. This information is currently under wraps."
"But given the current chaos, how can we possibly deliver this information?"
Su Mian looked around at the people, then closed her eyes to rest, feeling quite irritated.
"Chen Xiao said the timing isn't right now. This news can only be announced when everyone is tired of fighting and voluntarily decides not to fight anymore. It seems we'll have to wait a long time."
"However, this new discovery proves that Jiang Ning's guess was correct; the global regression may indeed be related to sleep. So, the Rejuvenation Group probably doesn't need to be disbanded!"
Lost in thought, Su Mian drifted off to sleep, but a deep sorrow lingered between her brows.
Everyone has this kind of sorrow, but people never mention it.
That is, they may be able to hide in this safe house and avoid experiencing death every day, but their families cannot.