I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Only 13.78 kilograms of antimatter would be needed to destroy Earth.

If it was in the core of Earth, this number would be significantly less.

Although the conclusion was drawn from theoretical estimates, and there could even be a certain degree of exaggeration, it was still something that could be referenced.

If Mars was destroyed…

If it was detonated in a planetary furnace, one kilogram would probably be enough?

Jiang Chen did not have a chance to personally confirm this. When the magnetic confinement device was inserted into the inlet of the planetary furnace, he activated his interdimensional travel and returned to the apocalypse.

Then, everything was over.

The heat from the core of Mars was transferred here by the metal tubes. It was easy to imagine the terrifying temperature of the unformed quark materials.

The metal was vaporized in an instant, and the magnetic confinement, together with the magnetic generating device, disappeared.

Then, the one kilogram of antimatter released was like a deadly explosive dropped into an oil drum.

And it was an oil drum that was burning…

The moment antimatter came in contact with regular matter, the energy from annihilation did not blow away the surrounding matter like conventional explosives but instead pulled the surrounding matter and the space itself to the center of the annihilation.

A huge amount of energy gushed out so that the space itself collapsed at this moment.

The entire metal spherical space, together with the nearby rock formations several kilometers long, was twisted into light and shadow and pulled into the whirlpool of darkness that seemed to be capable of sucking out souls. The enormous gravitational force radiated from the center of the black vortex to the surroundings, as large pieces of rock formations were torn apart, and the magma that flowed was squeezed into an eruption.

However, the pitch-black void did not exist for long.

One kilogram of antimatter was obviously not enough to create a black hole in the true sense; it was not even enough to create a fake black hole. The matter and energy sucked into the center of the black vortex erupted in an instant, bursting out like a slingshot…

The real apocalypse arrived.

It was the same for the bugs that landed on Mars, the Mars creatures that waved their claws, and the Celestial Trade soldiers who still desperately resisted the incoming bugs and were fulfilling their final obligation in front of the colonial center.

When the Olympus volcano erupted, the surface began to tear apart in large chunks. The already riddled Heavenly Palace City traffic tunnel ruptured inch by inch. The buildings constructed out of steel screamed in agony as the structure was overwhelmed by sheer force. Electric sparks and flying rivets raged in every corner of the city.

The sand dunes became abysses, the mountains were scaled, the vast desert rolled like waves, and the entire planet was like a red-hot soldering iron, ushering in its end.

Swarms of mutants were engulfed in the cracked gullies on the surface, and the worm ships began to accelerate, as they desperately tried to catch up with the Svetovid’s footsteps to escape the whirlpool of death, but it was just a mere hope.

The Svetovid increased its engine output to its maximum, and the space colonization ship that was headed to Mars extended its tentacles and flesh membranes to the limit. However, regardless of who, it was already too late in front of the detonated “planetary bomb”…

…

Two hundred million kilometers away, at this moment, Celestial City was deserted.

A week ago, Celestial Trade implemented personnel control on this city that floated in synchronous orbit. Entry of non-ticket holders was restricted, and irrelevant personnel stranded in the synchronous orbit was persuaded to leave.

After Kelvin watched SS Origin set up, he returned to the space command center, made two cups of coffee, and walked towards his seat.

“Thanks.”

His assistant said as he took the coffee, he felt flattered and surprised.

“You’re welcome,” Kelvin waved his hand and sat down on the chair next to him. “You made me coffee for several years. If there is one person that should say thanks, it should be me.”

Only a few people sat in the space command room.

After Kelvin sat down, he stopped talking.

His assistant couldn’t bear the awkward silence, so he spoke up first

“I don’t understand, why didn’t you get on the ship?”

“I’m not married.”

The assistant was taken aback and looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up.

“Because this is the other half of my life.” Kelvin smiled and cast his gaze on the blue planet outside the window. “If its ending is determined, then I at least hope to be here when the end finally arrives.”

After a pause, Kelvin looked at the employees who remained in the space command room that repeated the same tedious and meaningless tasks, then he continued.

“What about you? Why are you staying here?”

The hand that held the coffee cup trembled, and the assistant smiled embarrassedly.

“What if a miracle happens? I want to tell my wife the very first moment…”

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

“Jokes aside,” After Kelvin had enough of a laugh, he shook his head, then said, “I want to listen to the truth. I don’t know if a miracle will happen. However, until then, I promise you, you will have to go back and explain to your wife why your salary this month was deducted.”

“I’m not joking, I just… really don’t know what to do.” The assistant’s shoulders slackened, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

It was not just him.

Among the employees who still worked here today, everyone shared the same mentality.

The space observer that sat there repeatedly adjusted the angle and focal length of the space telescope. The correspondent on the left used Moore’s code to broadcast unfunny jokes to the abandoned Jupiter colonies… But who could blame them?

They just wanted to use work to distract themselves, so that the last day would not be so difficult.

It was just a pity that Kelvin could not assign them more tasks.

At this moment, the observer who sat next to Kelvin, who was playing with the space telescope, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and began to mutter inexplicably.

“Do you believe in God?”

“Sorry, I’m an atheist,” Kelvin said.

“A minute ago, I was too…”

“Then Mr. Stolev, what changed your beliefs?” Kelvin asked with a smile.

“Just a minute ago, I tried to pray… Then, a miracle happened.”

He spoke anxiously and because he was so nervous, he bit his tongue twice in one sentence.

Stolev did not explain more as he responded to the inquiring look from his boss. Instead, he typed a few times on the touchpad, opened the large holographic screen in the center, and presented everything he found through the space telescope.

With a bang, the coffee cup fell on the table.

Kelvin’s jaw dropped wide open as he stared blankly at what was happening on the screen; he was completely oblivious to the burning sensation on his thigh. The employees in the Space Command Center also stopped their work one after another, as they stared at the image in a zoned-out state.

“This is what happened 17 minutes ago….” Stolev said, as his entire body was tremblingly uncontrollably.