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With an underground bunker built by expending the immense wealth of the Financial City, specifically designed to counteract extraordinary disasters.

Theoretically, impregnable.

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London time, 4:34 AM.

There are 5 minutes left until the disaster strikes.

In the northwest of London, Blighley Manor, home to a Turing Department with secrecy levels comparable to Buckingham Palace, was equally in chaos.

This was the most important code-breaking center in the UK during World War II, where mathematician Alan Turing led the development of the "Turing Bomb" code-breaking device, greatly enhancing decryption efficiency.

Although Turing is no longer here, within the manor stands a massive, old electromechanical device.

It's called the "Imitation Game," epic quality, capable of glimpsing into the past and predicting the future to a certain extent, even more accurately than the prophecies of the Navigator Guild.

"Damn it! Can someone tell me! What are the sources, specific forms, and possible outcomes of this anomalous disaster?!"

The head of the Turing Department, standing on the second floor of the manor, cried out loudly; his communication interface had been overwhelmed by dignitaries demanding more information.

Some harshly, some begging, some threatening, some enticing.

Everyone knows how terrifying a red-level supernatural event is. After a natural disaster, they might survive, but the city's assets will surely be wiped out.

The head's shout echoed in the manor, the only response was the constant clicking of the Turing machine punching holes.

"Um... Sir."

A young black woman trembled as she raised a piece of paper filled with holes (this was the analysis result from the "Imitation Game"), "For some reason, it reported two times and locations for the source of the anomalous disaster.

One is 5 minutes later, at 51°30′N, 51.8°E, in the northern Akmola State of Kazakhstan.

Another was 4.7 hours ago, in the Western Pacific, at 30°N."

The Western Pacific, 30° North, isn't that... Yin City?

The head of the Turing Department was startled upon hearing this, and shouted hoarsely like a strangled duck, "Immediately contact the Yin City Special Affairs Bureau and ask them to verify the situation.

Contact the Global Supernatural Alliance GOC Asia-Pacific Branch, request intelligence support..."

"Sir!"

Another employee of the Turing Department stood up at their workstation, "The GOC just contacted me. After receiving the red-level alert, they urgently reexamined the footage captured by global low-earth orbit monitoring satellites over the past 24 hours.

Using an AI program, they went back to find potentially problematic image data. Finally, they discovered this.

It was captured 4.7 hours ago, off the coast of Yin City, in the open sea.

The employee projected the image into the air of the manor hall.

A tiny black dot could be seen hovering above the ocean's surface. Due to the lack of a reference object, its exact size could not be well estimated.

The footage had dozens of frames, playing continuously.

The blurry black dot seemed to be waiting for something. As a whale surfaced close to it, it even "gently" touched the whale.

It wasn't until the whale fell back into the sea that it returned to its original position.

In the second-to-last image, the black dot vanished into thin air,

In the last image, the entire sea surface tore apart like an underwater volcano explosion, churning up monstrous waves.

The manor hall fell into dead silence. The head took a deep breath, his fingers grasping the railing were so pale they appeared bloodless, "What is this?"

"A human."

The employee swallowed, their voice trembling uncontrollably, "A human traveling at the speed of light, who, four hours ago, shot up from the sea surface into the Earth's low-earth orbit."