Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom-Chapter 204: Florida Man Drops Nuke on Wasteland and Accidentally Injures His Stalker

Four spacecrafts maintained a tight formation in the skies above, raining destruction upon the ant horde below. Their bombardments created waves of crimson explosions that ripped through the insectoid ranks. As the chaos unfolded, soldiers began leaping from the spacecraft, and their jetpacks flared as they descended into the thick of the battle.

Three of the spacecrafts deployed squads of four soldiers each. These figures, clad in sleek, reflective armor, exuded a menacing aura. Their glowing red eyes locked onto the enemy, carrying no emotion.

Meanwhile, the fourth ship released a massive anti-air turret tank. A parachute deployed from its sides, ensuring a gentle descent, yet its imposing weight crushed the exoskeleton of a massive ant warrior upon landing, flattening it like a pancake.

The ants, however, were far from passive. Their aerial units launched an aggressive counterattack, charging at the descending soldiers with mandibles wide open and dripping with acidic venom.

Unperturbed, the 12 automatons adjusted midair, raising their rifles. Their glowing optics tracked the swarm. Without hesitation, they opened fire.

Streams of beam bullets carved through the skies, slicing through the flying ants like paper. One automaton, outfitted with rocket pods mounted on its shoulders, unleashed a flurry of guided missiles. The projectiles streaked across the battlefield, homing in on distant targets and erupting into fiery detonations that engulfed entire clusters of enemies.

The turret tank, now fully operational, swung its rotating barrels toward the units on the ground. Crimson energy bullets spewed forth in rapid succession, obliterating anything that dared approach.

From his vantage point high above, Felix observed the carnage with a mix of awe and bemusement. While dodging stray projectiles from his reinforcement below, he chuckled dryly.

"They never fail to surprise me. What are these guys? Terminators? My system is feeling particularly generous today."

Jessica's voice chimed in, offering an explanation.

<They're evolved versions of your ancestor's mannequins. Originally, they were designed as versatile workers to perform mundane tasks. Over time, as your ancestor built more specialized units for other jobs, these mannequins were repurposed into combat automatons. Because we have an abundance of them in our arsenal, they're dispatched as reinforcements to assist young phoenixes like you.>

Felix raised an eyebrow, impressed. "So, they're basically ancient relics turned killing machines? How old are we talking here?"

<At least 100,000 years old.>

Felix gulped at the staggering figure. He couldn't help but wonder just how long his ancestor had lived to amass such resources. His thoughts turned to the system's currency—lifespan.

If Felix could potentially generate billions of years of lifespan in a single day, how long could his ancestor's life span stretch? Was it truly eternal?

Jessica, sensing his musings, interjected with a cryptic yet humbling remark.

<If you're curious, calculate an unsigned 4096-bit integer. That's your ancestor's current lifespan, not including the extra lifespan stored in his domain's warehouses.>

Felix paled at the thought, quickly abandoning the idea of trying to wrap his mind around such an incomprehensible number.

"Yeah, I'll just leave that math for another time... or never."

With a resigned sigh, Felix refocused his attention on the chaotic battle below.

Amidst the carnage, he began noticing a distinct pattern in the ants' movements. While many clawed their way up randomly from beneath the ground, leaving behind unstable tunnels that collapsed almost immediately, one particular hole at the southern end consistently funneled reinforcements to the surface.

Felix mused, narrowing his eyes at the ominous opening. "That must be their main exit. If I blow that hole up, can I stop the swarm altogether?"

<Try it.>

Felix shrugged. "Alright. Worth a shot, at least."

With a clear objective in mind, Felix adjusted his trajectory and flew directly toward the southern hole. Reaching into his inventory, he pulled out two charged spirit stones. He infused them with his essence, feeling the power build within each one. With precise aim, he hurled them into the gaping hole.

*BOOM*

The stones detonated, but the resulting explosions only dislodged some rocks and dirt from the entrance without sealing it. The hole remained intact.

"Well, that was underwhelming. Looks like I need something bigger."

Without hesitation, he retrieved a beacon from his inventory and input a password.

UP

RIGHT

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

The beacon transformed mid-air into a mechanical spider as it flew toward the edge of the hole, latching onto the rocky surface with precision. Its crimson eye flared to life, projecting a signal skyward.

Satisfied, Felix quickly retreated.

The automatons also recognized the danger. They activated their jetpacks, launching themselves to safer distances. Even the turret tank, despite its bulk, began drifting and rolling away from the area at a race car's speed.

The ants, however, reacted differently. One charged at the spider-like beacon, and its massive mandibles snapped shut around the device.

*CRUNCH*

The beacon shattered, its signal seemingly disrupted.

But it was too late.

A spacecraft streaked across the sky at supersonic speed, releasing a sleek black rod with pinpoint accuracy. The projectile plunged directly into the hole.

Two seconds later, the world erupted.

A blinding flash consumed the area as an immense explosion tore through the ground. Dust and debris shot skyward, followed by a towering mushroom cloud of fire and smoke. The shockwave rippled outward, flattening everything in its path.

The roaring blast sent ants tumbling across the ground, their exoskeletons cracking under the sheer force. A deafening BOOM shattered the auditory senses of every creature within miles, including Felix.

The ants were thrown into chaos, their multifaceted eyes cracking under the overwhelming pressure. Even Felix wasn't spared.

"F—!" Felix gasped as the shockwave reached him. His eardrums burst, and blood streamed from his ears and eyes. The intense force nearly knocked him from the sky, and he struggled to maintain altitude.

Grimacing in pain, Felix managed to stabilize himself and croaked out.

"Why the hell are some of these bombs weaker than firecrackers, while others are practically nukes?! Where's the consistency?!"

Jessica's amused voice echoed in his mind.

<It's a gacha system. You don't know how strong the payload is until it's delivered.>

"…HUH?!" Felix shouted, unable to hear her over the ringing in his shattered ears. Frustrated and injured, he pulled out a healing potion from his inventory and chugged it.

The restorative liquid worked quickly, repairing his eardrums and stopping the bleeding. Feeling the pain subside, Felix exhaled in relief.

"Okay, no more UP RIGHT DOWN DOWN DOWN! F-ck that password!"

Felix rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the dust and lingering brightness from the explosion. When his vision adjusted, he surveyed the aftermath with a mix of awe and smug satisfaction.

The nuke had done its job spectacularly. A massive, one-mile-diameter crater scarred the battlefield, and its edges smoldered with residual heat.

Countless ant carcasses, charred and writhing weakly, lay scattered across the ground. The wiggling ceased within moments as the last traces of life left the once-mighty swarm.

Meanwhile, his reinforcements had managed to shield themselves just in time. Emergency energy barriers glowed faintly around the automatons and the turret tank, protecting them from the brunt of the explosion. Remarkably, there were no casualties among them, but their glowing red eyes collectively fixed on Felix with an unmistakable expression of robotic disapproval.

BANG!

The anti-air turret tank swiveled its massive cannon and fired a round in Felix's direction. The shot missed him by ten meters as if it sent a warning shot.

"Okay, okay! My bad! I'm sorry!" Felix shouted with a sheepish laugh, though he regretted nothing.

With the swarm decimated and the fight officially over, the reinforcements regrouped at the edge of the crater. Their spaceships descended gracefully, collecting the automatons. A larger craft arrived moments later, lifting the turret vehicle before disappearing into orbit.

Felix waved casually as they departed, watching the ships fade into the atmosphere.

Once they were gone, Felix descended to the battlefield, eager to assess his spoils. His upgraded inventory system, complete with a vast new warehouse capacity, meant he could collect to his heart's content without worrying about running out of space.

As he started picking up the fried, broken corpses of the World Eater Ants, a chime echoed in his mind.

*DING*

A glowing number appeared above his head.

Felix tilted his head in confusion. "What's this?"

<Your score.>

"Score?" Felix frowned. "How's it calculated?"

<Each intact World Eater Ant is worth 100 points in the scenario database. Unfortunately, the ones you've collected are too damaged, so you're only getting partial credit.>

"Wait, so even these scraps have value?" Felix perked up.

<Correct. All looted materials can be sold at the Scenario Pawn Shop later. The more you collect, the better your rewards.>

Felix nodded firmly, invigorated by the prospect of profit. He got to work, methodically scooping up every ant carcass he could find.

An hour later, Felix finished his grim harvest, racking up a total score of 22,335 points. Considering he had wiped out nearly 100,000 ants, the number felt a little underwhelming, but many of the corpses had been so utterly obliterated that they offered zero point.

With the battlefield cleared, Felix turned his attention to the other landmarks. He searched for the giant egg and the grotesque limb tree he had seen earlier, but both had vanished. The nuke also had obliterated the town itself, leaving little behind but rubble and scorched earth.

Finding nothing of interest, Felix decided it was time to regroup with Diana. Taking flight, he headed west, leaving the devastated battlefield behind.

.

Unbeknownst to Felix, a figure had been watching him from the very beginning of the fight.

High in the sky, a black-haired martial artist in a flowing white daoist robe deactivated his invisibility skill, revealing himself atop a floating sword. He wobbled precariously, and his pale face was streaked with blood. The earlier nuclear shockwave had taken its toll, shattering his eardrums and bruising his internal organs.

Grimacing, the daoist reached into his storage ring and retrieved a jade-green pill. Popping it into his mouth, he swallowed quickly. The pill dissolved instantly, spreading warmth through his body and mending his injuries. Within moments, his bleeding stopped, and his essence flowed freely once more.

Standing straighter, the daoist gazed in the direction Felix had gone.

"Diamond Star. Compared to him, how do I measure up?"

*DING*

A translucent screen appeared before him, displaying the visage of an elderly daoist.

<Your essence volume is about the same. However, in terms of combat experience, you have the advantage. When it comes to weaponry and artifacts, though, he surpasses you significantly. As for his fate crystal, its quality is likely similar to yours.>

The man chuckled, "So, he's my equal, then?"

<Not quite. Before you can claim equality, you'll need to match his current score. He's already reached first place on the ranking board.>

The daoist's grin froze. "First?"

<Correct. You'll need to catch up.>

"Well, shit." The daoist sighed, shaking his head. Steeling himself, he turned east, toward another nest. "Guess I'd better start farming too."

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With a flick of his wrist, the sword beneath him surged forward, carrying him into the distance.