The President obeyed instantly.

His blackened eyes remained emotionless while his fingers moved across the tactical interface with mechanical precision.

Target grids began appearing rapidly across the display.

Washington D.C.

Moscow.

Beijing.

Pyongyang.

London.

Paris.

New Delhi.

Jerusalem.

Islamabad.

And as well as all major military installations and bases across the world.

The Japanese man stood quietly behind him while watching the expanding target web spread across the digital globe inside the nuclear football.

Entire continents slowly turned red.

Every strategic military site.

Every command center.

Every airbase capable of organized resistance.

All marked for destruction.

The President’s fingers continued moving mechanically across the interface.

No hesitation.

No humanity left in the movements.

Kaguya remained beside the corridor wall silently while emergency lights continued flashing across the blood-covered bunker.

Deep inside Cheyenne Mountain, the final launch sequence began.

[GLOBAL STRATEGIC STRIKE PACKAGE INITIALIZED]

[CONFIRM LAUNCH AUTHORIZATION]

The Japanese man smiled faintly.

"Do it."

The President immediately pressed the confirmation sequence.

The screen flashed brightly.

Then another electronic tone echoed through the corridor.

[AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED]

Far beneath the plains of Montana, reinforced silo doors began opening across hidden nuclear launch facilities scattered throughout the United States.

Massive hydraulic systems groaned loudly as concrete and steel barriers slowly separated under emergency wartime protocols.

Inside the silos, Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missiles activated simultaneously.

Guidance systems online.

Target packages confirmed.

Fuel systems pressurized.

Launch countdown initiated.

Deep underground launch crews stared at their consoles in disbelief.

"Sir... this launch authority is valid."

"What?"

The commanding officer immediately stepped toward the console.

Authentication codes matched perfectly.

Presidential authorization confirmed.

Strategic command approval accepted.

Every safeguard had been passed.

The officer’s face slowly lost color as he saw the target list populating across the system.

Russia.

China.

Europe.

India.

Pakistan.

North Korea.

Even allied territories.

"What the hell is happening?"

"I think the high-commands believes that the world has ended and the only way to save this world is to destroy it."

Then the first missile launched.

Deep underground in Wyoming, an armored silo erupted open as fire exploded upward from beneath the Earth itself.

The Minuteman missile surged into the night sky riding a pillar of flame powerful enough to shake the surrounding terrain.

Then another launched.

And another.

And another.

Across the United States, nuclear silos erupted alive in rapid succession.

Trails of burning light tore upward through the darkness as America’s land-based nuclear arsenal awakened.

The sky itself began filling with nuclear fire.

Inside NORAD tracking facilities, surviving military personnel stared in horror at their radar screens.

"Missile launches confirmed!"

"How many?!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The radar operator’s voice trembled slightly.

"We’re detecting massive ICBM launches from multiple U.S. silo sectors!"

Panic spread instantly across military communication networks worldwide.

In Russia, early warning systems activated.

In China, command bunkers erupted into chaos.

In NATO headquarters, officers stared at incoming detection reports in disbelief.

Nuclear warning satellites tracked the growing wave of American missiles crossing the upper atmosphere.

Every major military power on Earth immediately recognized what it meant.

A global nuclear strike.

Back inside the collapsing Cheyenne Mountain Complex, the Japanese man calmly watched the launch indicators illuminate across the tactical display.

One by one, the missiles left their silos.

The digital map showed expanding ballistic trajectories crossing entire continents.

Projected impact timers began counting downward beside each target package.

Twenty-six minutes.

Twenty-four.

Twenty-two.

The possessed President remained kneeling beside the nuclear football while monitoring the strike sequence mechanically.

[GLOBAL NUCLEAR STRIKE ACTIVE]

[ESTIMATED FIRST IMPACT: 21 MINUTES]

The Japanese man slowly walked toward the corridor entrance while infected stood silently around him like obedient predators.

Kaguya glanced toward the countdown timer briefly.

"Congratulations master, you have effectively reduced potential resistance capability by more than seventy percent," Kaguya said calmly.

The Japanese man smiled faintly while staring at the expanding nuclear trajectories crossing the digital globe.

"Not enough yet."

The possessed President continued monitoring the launch sequences silently while countdown timers rapidly approached impact windows.

Eighteen minutes.

Sixteen.

Fourteen.

Across the world, governments descended into panic.

Inside the Kremlin, military officers screamed over overlapping alarms as radar systems tracked incoming American missiles crossing the Arctic route.

"Launch confirmation?!"

"Multiple inbound trajectories!"

"How many targets?!"

The answer came seconds later.

"Too many!"

In Beijing, emergency evacuation protocols activated throughout underground command bunkers while senior officials rushed toward hardened shelters beneath the city.

Inside NATO headquarters, communication systems became overloaded with emergency transmissions from every allied nation simultaneously.

"Washington isn’t responding!"

"Are these rogue launches?!"

"Get confirmation from NORAD!"

But NORAD itself had already fallen.

Deep underground in Colorado, the final command center of the United States now belonged to something else entirely.

High above the Earth, the missiles continued climbing beyond the atmosphere before separating into multiple independently targetable reentry vehicles.

MIRVs deployed silently across space.

Then they began descending.

Dozens.

Then hundreds.

Each carrying nuclear fire toward cities and military targets across the planet.

Impact timers continued falling.

Nine minutes.

Seven.

Five.

Inside Cheyenne Mountain, the Japanese man slowly closed his eyes for a moment while listening to the distant alarms still echoing across the bunker.

Then finally—

The first impact occurred.

Moscow disappeared beneath white light.

The nuclear detonation erupted across the city center with blinding intensity as the warhead detonated several hundred meters above the ground.

For a fraction of a second, the entire skyline became brighter than the sun.

Then the shockwave arrived.

Buildings vanished instantly.

Glass vaporized across entire districts.

The thermal pulse ignited everything combustible within kilometers.

Millions died before they even understood what happened.

Then Beijing was hit.

Another sun erupted over the city.

The blast wave rolled outward with terrifying speed, flattening structures and hurling vehicles through the air like toys.

Military installations surrounding the capital vanished beneath mushroom clouds rising into the sky.

Then London.

Paris.

Pyongyang.

New Delhi.

Islamabad.

Washington D.C.

One by one, nuclear detonations bloomed across the planet.

Entire cities vanished beneath expanding fireballs.

Airbases evaporated.

Military headquarters disappeared.

Shockwaves rolled across continents while electromagnetic pulses crippled already collapsing infrastructure.

The world entered nuclear war in less than thirty minutes.

Inside the ruined corridors of Cheyenne Mountain, the Japanese man quietly watched the tactical display as target markers disappeared one after another.

Destroyed.

Destroyed.

Destroyed.