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Fortunately, the lieutenant was skilled at piloting aircraft. After the helicopter pilot was thrown overboard and lost to the churning sea, the lieutenant was chosen by default to take over.

"Captain! What about you?" the lieutenant asked, noticing the captain had not joined the others.

"As a captain, I can only go down with the ship. Just imagine if I were to survive while most of the crew died," he snorted. "I won't bring shame to my family. Please tell them I died a hero. And..." The captain pushed the lieutenant into the pilot's seat before stepping away from the helicopter.

"Make sure to record everything! Our world is not what we thought it was. We must stop this senseless war!" the captain shouted as the helicopter lifted off. He saluted the lieutenant, resolute in his final stand.

Back on the ship, soldiers and crew who hadn't been chosen for evacuation were overcome with despair. Some cried uncontrollably, too exhausted to do anything, while others had already accepted their fate. The atmosphere was suffocatingly grim, with a few individuals staring blankly at their weapons, contemplating whether to take matters into their own hands.

"What's with all this doom and gloom? Look alive, soldiers! Who said we're just going to sit here and wait for death?" the captain roared, his voice cutting through the pervasive despair. His commanding tone snapped the crew out of their despondency, rekindling a faint spark of hope in their eyes.

"Rejoice, maggots! I'll use my status as captain to get us the hell out of here or die trying! To hell with the reinforcement orders! This war is suspicious as f*ck anyway! Who's with me?" The captain's fiery declaration electrified the room. The crew, once defeated, now stood tall, energized by the slim chance of survival. They were ready to fight, even against impossible odds.

"We're with you, Captain!" the soldiers shouted in unison.

"Who wants to survive?" the captain roared again.

"We do!" the soldiers responded in tandem with newfound determination.

"Then move your asses! Get to your stations! Full retreat! Back to Hawaii! Full retreat!" the captain bellowed as he led the crew back to the bridge, rallying them for their desperate escape.

"Captain… Thank you…," one of the crew members said to the captain.

The crew members knew that if their captain survived, he would almost certainly face a court martial despite helping them survive the ordeal. After all, the captain had disobeyed a direct military order.

"Save your thanks for later. Thank me after we've made it out alive. Just help me out as a witness when I'm court-martialed—that'll be the best thanks you can give," the captain said jokingly, though he knew it was the truth.

There were only two options: die here and become another number in the casualty reports, or survive and face a court-martial for disobeying orders.

But as the captain, the lives of the crew and soldiers aboard this ship were his responsibility. He had decided he would do everything in his power to bring them back home alive to their families.

Even though the whirlpool had already formed, fortunately, the ship they were on was positioned on the outer edge, far from the center of the vortex. Otherwise, they wouldn't have any chance to survive.

The ship quickly turned around, its engines pushed to full power, straining against the pull of the massive whirlpool that threatened to drag them into the abyss. The beast loomed nearby, watching silently, as if controlling the whirlpool with its mere presence.

By now, many other vessels had been caught in the whirlpool's grasp, their escape impossible. Whether destroyers, aircraft carriers, or troop transport ships, all were sucked into the vortex, plunging straight to the ocean floor.

In the skies above, numerous helicopters from ships that had heeded the captain's orders flew away, seeking safety. As for the final destroyer, it managed to break free from the whirlpool's pull after the captain activated the engine's safety override, forcing it to speed toward Hawaii.

Abysmos, the colossal monster, made no move against the lone destroyer that escaped. It had an abundance of prey in the form of soldiers and crews buried in the ocean's depths. For the time being, its insatiable hunger would not be a problem. Find your next adventure on empiren/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

— Menis —

Cao Cao is watching Abysmos's performance on the bridge of Menis. It could be said that he was surprised. The ship convoy from the US is massive, and there are many warships in the convoy. He never thought that Abysmos could singlehandedly destroy the entire convoy, left only with a few insignificant stragglers that can escape.

"As expected of the monster with the power of the god within its body. It certainly lives up to the name of Poseidon's favorite monster. It can even control the sea to this extent." Cao Cao said in awe after reading the data about Abysmos in his hand.

"My Lord, Since everything here is done, we should move toward Korean theatre." Guo Jia said to Old Cao, reminding him of the schedule.

"That's right; let's go. According to the data that Albert Worseley sent me, we have a million strong reinforcements from the Qing Empire that need to be destroyed." Cao Cao nodded before ordering the ship to set forth.

— South Korea Theatre —

After receiving the precise coordinates from Daniel, the automated artillery the South Korean military purchased from him continued its bombardment with near-perfect precision. Every shell landed on target, effectively eliminating enemy military positions.

Once the artillery corps had neutralized the enemy's artillery, Daniel relayed new coordinates. The bombardment resumed, targeting one strategic location after another. No enemy military asset was safe... from barracks to armories, defensive positions to artillery emplacements, ordnance depots to ammunition storages, and even checkpoints.

The only exceptions to the merciless bombardment were hospitals and military infirmaries. These locations were deliberately spared from the artillery's fire, demonstrating an almost surgical level of precision. Even infirmaries situated just a few meters away from barracks remained untouched.

The bombardment continued unabated until dawn, at which point it finally ceased.

At dawn, as the light illuminated the battlefield, the devastation hidden under the cover of night was finally revealed. Hundreds of craters scarred the blackened earth, marking the relentless bombardment from the previous night. The enemy's side of the field was devoid of life, with only the infirmary left untouched amidst the destruction.

Scouts sent by the South Korean military returned with a report: apart from the infirmary, which housed a handful of injured soldiers who had been fortunate to be near it during the shelling, there were no survivors. These soldiers had sustained burns caused by the heat from nearby explosions but were lucky enough to avoid direct hits.

After careful deliberation, the South Korean military dispatched a vanguard force to verify whether all resistance had been neutralized. Their objective was to confirm the area's safety before the main force advanced to capture the border and move deeper into North Korea.

In time, the vanguard reported back, confirming that, aside from the infirmary, no threats remained in the area. With this assurance, the high command promptly issued orders to push northward.

Within a single day, South Korean forces captured one objective after another, advancing more than 30 kilometers into North Korean territory.

They established camps and set up new defensive perimeters. Although there was no resistance and the path seemed clear to advance further, the high command's cautious nature led them to choose to halt and consolidate their position rather than risk eating more than they could chew.

The local population, long subjected to regime propaganda, initially misunderstood the situation. Many believed the South Korean forces had come to surrender. However, reality quickly corrected these misconceptions.

Although minor disputes existed between the locals and the South Korean forces, these were resolved without major incident.

Within a few days, the locals began to adapt to the presence of the South Korean military, especially as they benefited from the abundant food and supplies the soldiers distributed to alleviate local poverty. This act of goodwill significantly improved relations and earned the South Korean forces considerable favor among the populace.

At this time, news arrived from the recon team that the South Korean forces had sent deep into enemy territory to gather intelligence. The report delivered today shocked the entire South Korean High Command.

It wasn't because the news was terrible. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The report stated that an orbital bombardment had completely annihilated a million-strong reinforcement force sent by the Qing Empire to assist the North Korean military.

The battlefield was scorched, with the ground riddled with green glass created by the superheated impact of the orbital bombardment. The relentless strikes left behind long, trench-like trails of destruction. According to rumors gathered from the local populace, the once-mighty million strong force had been reduced to only a few thousand stragglers. These survivors were now either hiding among the civilians or had deserted entirely.