“Hmm?”
“Didn’t you hear? Missiles. Aim them at Japan’s mainland.”
The President’s eyes were gleaming.
Whether due to anger or the bloodshot conditions, a luster swirled in his eyes as if a blood-red light were seeping out.
“Mainland Japan, Your Excellency…?”
“Everything except Okinawa and Hokkaido.”
The President’s cut-and-dry words left the Army Chief of Staff silent for a moment, his lips tightly sealed as he contemplated something before finally managing to speak.
“…If we aim at the mainland, there might really be a war.”
He said this with a grim expression etched on his face.
Yet, the President merely chuckled at this cautious advice laced with worry.
“Then, is this not already a war?”
Japan had invaded.
Not only that, but they had even occupied Dokdo.
Can such a conflict truly be called a trivial dispute?
“And even if it’s not war, isn’t it a bit unfair to just keep getting hit without retaliating?”
Whisk.
The President placed a hand on the Army Chief of Staff’s shoulder and continued.
“For now, trading blows—one blow each. Let’s focus on that. After both sides have taken a hit equally, we can consider further negotiations. It won’t be too late to talk after that point.”
As if calming down, the President reverted to a respectful tone of speech.
But the madness concealed beneath this politeness was even more terrifying than sheer anger.
“Hmph.”
Kim Dong-gwan, a lieutenant general, let out a hollow laugh at the order that had come down from above.
“Never in my military career did I imagine I’d be doing something like this…”
The order was simple yet potent.
“Missiles, aim at Japan’s mainland. Exclude Hokkaido and Okinawa.”
“It’s not just a warning. Prepare to launch them immediately upon command.”
Aim missiles at Japan?
Not at the fleet anchored near Dokdo, but at Japan itself?
Even in the army, where orders from above are fundamental, this seemed like an unbelievable command.
Because of this, Kim Dong-gwan, despite knowing he shouldn’t, had no choice but to double-check.
Was this order correct?
Were they really supposed to aim their missiles at Japan?
The higher-ups were firm in their affirmation.
Aim the missiles.
Your order is not wrong.
And that was not all. Further guidance was added.
“Prepare as though you’re going to turn Japan’s mainland into an ocean of flames.”
Ocean of flames.
When Lieutenant General Kim heard this phrase, he couldn’t help but let out another hollow laugh.
Didn’t the Reds back when they held the northern territories always shout something similar on the news?
How could he have imagined he’d be the one issuing such an order one day?
“Well, it’s an order, so I have to follow it, right.”
But still…
What could he do?
Because it was an order, he had to follow it.
Obeying commands is a soldier’s virtue.
And besides, there was no particular reason why Japan shouldn’t be bombed with missiles, was there?
To Lieutenant General Kim, Japan was just a hypothetical enemy, a less immediate one compared to China.
“Bring out all of our ballistic missiles and aim them!”
Thus, Kim gave the order, without feeling a shred of guilt.
With only the belief in his mind that “Commands from above must always be obeyed,” he acted accordingly.
Kim’s demeanor showcased a textbook example of what a disciplined soldier looked like, and it demonstrated why he had risen to the rank of Lieutenant General.
At the same time, it revealed how far an obedient soldier could go.
“Kyoto, Tokyo, Osaka, Yokohama—use the ‘Special Warhead’ on these four cities to ensure fires spread effectively.”
“Kyoto, Tokyo, Osaka, Yokohama—deploy Napalm 3.”
Napalm 3.
The name of the incendiary bomb developed by the Republic of Korea.
A masterpiece that could be called the culmination of Unified Korea’s magic and alchemy, it was unmatched in stability and destructive power. Its flames wouldn’t extinguish even when submerged in water. Unlike regular napalm, it also couldn’t be easily doused with surfactants.
If this monster were to fall on Japanese metropolises filled with wooden structures, catastrophe would certainly strike.
Moreover, there was a special secret about Napalm 3—specifically, the version used in real combat.
“With white phosphorus added to it, this thing won’t go out no matter what…”
Indeed, combat-ready Napalm 3 contained white phosphorus.
White phosphorus.
A toxic substance that didn’t go out easily, it created an infernal scene by emitting poisonous smoke as it burned violently. Like hellfire, it refused to be extinguished no matter how much water was poured on it.
And when it came into contact with people, this substance exhibited its full potential.
White phosphorus, burning at a not-so-high temperature, clung stubbornly to the skin and melted human fat. As it burned, it continuously released poison, making the victim’s death far more horrific than simply burning to death.
Kim Dong-gwan briefly wondered if deploying white phosphorus on major cities wasn’t going too far.
But these thoughts soon vanished.
It wasn’t something he needed to worry about.
When Korea started deploying missiles, Japan panicked.
Missile deployment!
Not just a few, but countless missiles.
It seemed like they had brought out everything they had amassed until now.
With just the sheer quantity, one could expect a seizure of sorts—but then…
“Incendiary bombs? Are those bastards crazy?”
The warheads on some missiles were enough to make the Prime Minister’s eyes go wide.
Incendiary bombs.
Named after the Buddhist “Lake of Fire Hell,” these napalm bombs absorbed the ideas propagated by the old communists, who once threatened to turn Seoul into an ocean of flames. With terrifying power, these monsters burned fiercely, refusing to be extinguished, as if they contained hellfire itself.
Now, these napalm bombs were attached to missiles pointed toward Japan’s mainland.
It was only natural that the Prime Minister’s eyes would widen in shock.
“Incendiary bombs, incendiary bombs… Hahahaha!”
Japan had long harbored a trauma regarding massive fires.
Fires caused by arson or accidents plagued them frequently, and their cities burned under bombardments during the war.
This trauma was deeply ingrained in the Japanese bloodline.
And here was Korea, blatantly threatening them with napalm bombs.
This was essentially an invitation to madness.
“So, incendiary bombs… You’re using incendiary bombs? Then we have no choice but to respond.”
The already frenzied Prime Minister could not tolerate, much less consider tolerating, the Republic of Korea’s actions.
“Prepare the dirty bomb.”
Dirty Bomb.
The Prime Minister ordered the deployment of dirty bombs to counter Korea’s “napalm” strategy.
He ordered the arming of missile warheads with radioactive materials.
“And make sure we don’t hide it. Let those Korean bastards know clearly. Let them learn exactly what mistake they’ve made by bringing out napalm bombs against our Japan!”
In addition, the Prime Minister issued an order not to conceal the preparation of the dirty bomb.
His intent was to make Korea panic and back down.
But, unfortunately, Korea did not move as the Prime Minister had hoped.
The President, filled with venomous rage like the Japanese Prime Minister, was acting under madness, and the people were consumed with anger. Meanwhile, the Council Members, who should have restrained the President, chose instead to ride the wave, opting to boost approval ratings and recognition in the overheated atmosphere rather than calm it down.
“Hahahaha! Dirty bomb, you say? That’s quite impressive. We have something good too… something better than dirty bombs, I might add.”
The Korean President showed no fear upon seeing Japan’s dirty bomb card.
Instead, he twisted his lips into a deranged grin, as if delighted that the situation had taken this path.
“Well, perfect timing. Didn’t we bring something good from the North Korean region?”
Something brought from the North Korean region.
More than ten kinds, with a total weight of about 3,000 tons.
“If that side wants to bring out R in CBR (Chemical, Biological, Radiological), then wouldn’t it be only proper for us to bring out CB (Chemical, Biological)?”
Its true identity?
Biological and chemical weapons.
Anthrax, typhus, cholera, plague, yellow fever, botulinum toxin, trichothecene—these were all terrifying weapons of mass destruction capable of killing millions with just a small amount.
The President had just issued the order to use these horrifying weapons of mass destruction.
“Since the other side seems determined to go all the way with dirty bombs, let’s see how this ends. Let’s die together then.”
This is how Korea and Japan stared each other down, weapons in hand, capable of contaminating each other’s lands.
A hair-trigger situation.
Even a small spark in this situation would ignite a massive explosion.
The Korean Peninsula and Japan would burn, get contaminated, and countless lives would perish.
War’s flames were already looming over them both.
But before they could cross into irreversible territory, a lifeline was thrown down.
“Stop immediately!”
America.
America had arrived.
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