Chapter 1

In the land of Nanguo, situated not far from the southwest of Tokyo City on Mount Fuji, a scene of apocalyptic chaos now unfolds. Over a thousand tourists, who were once enjoying their visit, now scream and panic, fleeing in all directions, desperately trying to squeeze down the mountain. Not far behind them, a monstrous creature, over ten meters tall and forty to fifty meters long, with a fierce appearance, is rampaging and hunting these terrified tourists. One by one, the helpless tourists are swept into the monster’s mouth, and the area has turned into a living hell, with blood splattering everywhere.

The monster, which resembles a snake with a long, slender body and a triangular head, also has four powerful claws and a pair of wings that span about twenty to thirty meters. It looks incredibly vicious. Just ten minutes ago, these tourists were in high spirits, laughing and playing around the mountain. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed, and this ferocious beast appeared out of nowhere. In a matter of minutes, dozens of tourists were torn to pieces and swallowed by the monster. The entire mountain path is littered with discarded shoes and backpacks. Everyone hopes the monster hasn’t noticed them and is desperately trying to escape down the mountain.

Several police officers rushed over, drew their guns, and fired at the monster. Unfortunately, the ordinary police firearms were ineffective. The bullets bounced off the monster’s smooth, hard scales, creating only faint sparks and accidentally injuring several fleeing tourists. The bullets couldn’t even leave a mark on the monster.

The monster’s feeding frenzy continued, with groups of tourists falling to the ground, bleeding, and being swallowed by the monster. The monster’s appetite seemed endless, and it picked up the tourists, who were running around like headless chickens, with its tail, snatched them from the air, and chewed them up, swallowing them alive with a series of crunching sounds.

Nearly a hundred tourists had been killed by the monster, but it showed no signs of stopping, continuing to hunt among the crowd. At this moment, the sound of military helicopters filled the sky. Long ropes descended from the helicopters, and military teams quickly rappelled down, forming lines and opening fire with powerful automatic weapons. High-explosive grenades were thrown, exploding on the monster’s body, but they also killed a few short, stocky Nanguo tourists with bowed legs. Then, dozens of armored vehicles arrived on the scene, lining up and aiming their cannons at the monster on the mountain path. The shells, carrying the breath of death, flew in arcs toward the monster.

The sky was filled with explosions and dust, and countless human limbs were blown into the air, blood splattering everywhere. Several tourists who couldn’t escape in time were caught in the crossfire. The monster was fierce and too close to the tourists, making it impossible to evacuate them. They had to face the powerful firepower of Nanguo together.

After several dozen explosions, the large cannons on the tanks stopped firing. The commander in the rear gently waved his hand, and a team of soldiers cautiously approached the smoky area to check if the monster was dead.

Just as the soldiers entered the smoke, an angry roar came from inside, and a pair of twenty to thirty-meter-long wings unfolded. In an instant, the monster killed all the soldiers who approached it, holding one struggling soldier in its mouth. It rose into the air, and with a loud roar, the soldier was torn in half and fell to the ground. The monster then circled in the air and charged straight toward the tanks below. It turned out the monster was only stunned by the explosions and, upon regaining consciousness, charged at the tank units with a surge of anger.

"Report: The monster’s defenses are extremely strong; ordinary artillery can’t hurt it. We request immediate fire support. Our current weapons cannot eliminate this monster. Please immediately request assistance from the U.S. military base in our country. We are doing our best to hold the monster here. It’s an emergency. Please request help from the U.S. base immediately..."

A small Nanguo commander, after making the request for fire support over the phone, watched the monster approaching from the sky, drew his phone, and fired all the bullets at it. He then urgently ordered:

"Brave soldiers, we have no retreat. Let’s fight to the end..."

The monster swooped down, dodging the artillery shells, and without looking at the soldiers firing at it, extended its claws and grabbed a heavy tank, lifting it into the air. When it reached a great height, it released the tank, which crashed down with a powerful impact, flattening the tank below. The monster roared triumphantly and continued its attacks, dropping tanks from the sky one by one, quickly destroying the entire armored unit. The remaining soldiers, along with their commander, formed a semicircle and fired at the monster in desperation.

The soldiers’ desperate resistance didn’t last long. After destroying all the tanks, the monster flapped its wings and charged at the soldiers. Blood splattered as the monster quickly killed all the soldiers on the mountain peak.

Just as the monster was about to leave after venting its anger, several missiles whistled through the air. They were launched from the U.S. military base. The massive explosions and powerful electromagnetic pulses engulfed the monster, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the summit of Mount Fuji.

At the same time, on the streets of Los Angeles, a man in a gray robe, carrying a long sword, stood there in confusion, looking around at the strange scenery and muttering to himself:

"What is this place? I was meditating on the mountain, practicing my sword skills, when I was struck by lightning and ended up in this strange place. I’ve heard that the distant lands of the Central Plains are inhabited by barbarians. Could I have ended up in a barbarian country?"

The man carefully observed his surroundings and walked toward a nearby shopping mall, where there were many people, including some dressed in strange clothes from the Central Plains. He planned to ask them about this place.

Before he could cross the street, the red light came on, but the man in the robe ignored it and continued walking. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the other side of the street.

A proud white police officer ran over, pulled the man to the other side of the road, and, once they were in a safe spot, angrily demanded that the man show his identification and pay a 50-meter fine. However, the man didn’t understand the officer’s English, and after a lot of effort, the officer realized the man didn’t understand him.

"You barbarian, how dare you be so insolent in the presence of our great empire? You are clearly an uncivilized savage. Get out of here..."

The man with the sword, seeing the white officer grabbing him, didn’t understand what the officer was saying but knew it wasn’t good. He kicked the officer, sending him flying several meters and rolling on the ground.

Assaulting a police officer? The white officer, despite his pain, pulled out his gun and approached the man, shouting for him to raise his hands and stay there.

However, the man in the robe didn’t understand English. After kicking the officer, he ignored him and continued walking toward the crowd in front of the mall.

Bystanders stopped to watch the scene, amazed that someone would dare to ignore the presence of a U.S. police officer and walk away after assaulting one. The white officer immediately drew his gun and shouted at the man to stop.