Global Lords: Building the Strongest Civilization with SSS Rank Talent Chapter 106: CALAMITY EVENT TRIGGERED

Red watched the primary monitor as the two massive excavation lines slowly carved their way through the digital topography. The human laborers in the north and the monstrous forces in the south were moving thousands of tons of dirt per hour, actively tearing a new geographical scar across the continent.

A sharp, blaring alarm suddenly cut through the silence of the Void.

[ INCOMING TRANSMISSION: MULTIPLE SIGNATURES ]

[ ENCRYPTION: EASTERN ALLIANCE ]

Red swiped a hand over the console to accept the connection. His secondary monitor fractured into a split-screen display, projecting two distinct holographic feeds into his dark command center.

On the left side of the screen sat a towering entity encased entirely in shattered, ancient bronze armor. He was the vocal representative of the vassalized deities, a Rank 7 warlord who had spent the last few months quietly paying his thirty percent resource tax. On the right side hovered another Rank 7 deity, a shifting, unstable silhouette composed entirely of burning ash and embers.

The Armored God leaned forward, his heavy bronze plating grinding loudly over the audio feed.

"We are watching your active work queues, Rubedo," the Armored God stated, his voice a deep, tallic echo. "You are bleeding our tithes and your own labor force to pour asphalt across a dead plain. Now your units are digging a massive ditch through the mud. You have completely halted your territorial expansion. We want to know exactly what you are doing."

The deity of ash flared brightly, adding to the interrogation. "The northern static is accelerating. The Void-Eater is chewing through the upper latitudes, erasing entire mountain ranges from the System map. We signed your Vassalage Contract for protection and progression. Sitting in the dirt and building empty roads does nothing to stop that deletion wave."

Red kept his hands resting casually on the edge of the console. He stared evenly at the two glowing projections.

"You are looking at a map and completely failing to understand the geography," Red replied, his tone entirely flat. He tapped his terminal, forcing a shared tactical projection to override their individual screens.

A three-dinsional render of the eastern hemisphere materialized between them. The newly paved highway pulsed with a thick crimson light, highlighting the direct route connecting the scattered allied territories.

"An empire without supply lines is simply a bloated target," Red explained, zooming the projection in on the highway. "If the Void-Eater breaches your northern borders right now, your individual armies will fight alone and die alone. This highway guarantees my heavy artillery can reinforce your capital cities in a matter of hours. The road is the only reason you will survive the winter."

The Armored God stared at the crimson line cutting through the ash plains, his shattered helt tilting slightly. "And your lack of expansion? You crushed Aurelius months ago. You hold the strongest military force in the region, yet you refuse to march west."

Red closed the projection and returned the feed to their faces. He had absolutely no intention of ntioning the subterranean Pre-Calamity vault he had just secured, nor would he explain the continental radar system hidden beneath their feet.

"Blind expansion spreads an army dangerously thin," Red stated simply. "I am currently consolidating my three primary territories into a single, heavily fortified state. I am dragging the northern sea down through the Bastion to create an impassable geographical moat. When the Void-Eater finally reaches our latitude, it will hit a fully industrialized, unified front line, backed by a flawless transit network."

He leaned closer to the cara, letting his unblinking gaze bore into the two Rank 7 deities.

"I am building the firewall," Red concluded. "Keep your populations working, maintain your resource quotas, and let handle the continental logistics."

Red tapped the execution key before either god could formulate a rebuttal.

[ TRANSMISSION ENDED ]

The holograms vanished, plunging the secondary monitor back into darkness. Red exhaled slowly, turning his full attention back to the massive terraforming project carving its way through the physical realm below.

"Yeah, that’s enough stagnation. I don’t want them turning against , even though they can’t do anything to , I don’t want to misuse their trust."

Red opened the [ KITCHEN ] and bought himself so water.

Suddenly, the ambient temperature of his command center plumted.

Every single monitor in Red’s terminal violently flickered, shifting from their standard tactical displays to a blinding, toxic magenta. A deafening screech of a server-wide override alarm ruptured the absolute silence of the Void, forcing Red to physically wince and dial back his audio receptors.

Thick, corrupted text bled across the center of his vision, the font violently shifting and glitching in a way that defied the standard interface.

[ SERVER-WIDE ERGENCY BROADCAST ]

[ SERVER-WIDE ANNIHILATION OVERRIDE ]

[ CALAMITY EVENT TRIGGERED: THE VOID-EATER ]

[ SECTORS ZETA THROUGH OGA: PURGED FROM REGISTRY ]

[ DIVINE REGISTRIES EXTINGUISHED: 219... 254... 298... ]

[ MORTAL POPULATIONS REDUCED TO ZERO-STATE CODE ]

[ MORTAL CASUALTIES: UNCALCULABLE ]

[ GLITCH EXPANSION RATE: EXPONENTIAL ]

[ SYSTEM COUNTERASURES: FAILED ]

[ ESTIMATED SURVIVAL PROBABILITY: 0.0001% ]

The glaring code locked onto the screen. Red watched a live tracker in the corner of the prompt spin so fast the digits blurred into a solid white block. It was a live casualty counter, calculating the imdiate deaths of thousands as the northern hex-zones vanished from the map.

When the standard interface finally forced a localized reboot, Red’s secondary monitor practically buckled under the sheer volu of incoming data. The global Conclave Social Tab devolved into a cascading waterfall of absolute terror.

For months, the independent deities scattered across the northern and western hemispheres had treated the glitch as a minor environntal hazard. They had aggressively hoarded their Divine Points, stubbornly refused to cooperate with neighboring factions, and openly mocked the formation of Red’s Eastern Alliance.

They fully believed their expensive Divine Barriers and high-tier Obsidian-Carapace infantry would simply repel the anomaly once it reached their borders.

The reality of the deletion wave was now shattering their arrogance in real-ti.

High-ranking warlords flooded the open audio frequencies with raw panic. The Void-Eater completely bypassed traditional warfare chanics and magical defenses, opting to unwrite the underlying geography itself.

"Idiots," Red muttered, leaning back and running a hand down his face. "They actually thought a basic divine barrier was going to stop a server wipe."

Red watched the live data feed as the glitch deleted the bedrock beneath entire nations, instantly plunging thousands of mortal followers into zero-state code.

"So the void eater has awakened," Red muttered. "That will get them serious.... hopefully."

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A/N- Sorry for the late upload guys. I am still sick and spent the entire day sleeping. Hopefully, this won’t happen again.