Li Xuefeng was dominating seven Cold factions on an Arctic map and had just shouted, “Yuri must die!” when lightning struck him and sent him to the Japanese-controlled island in 1920.
Looking at the rusty pickaxe in his hand and the Japanese overseer’s vicious grin, he cried, “System, is it too late to surrender to the Cold faction?”
That night, a red alert box suddenly bounced out from under his pillow. Opening it revealed a “birthday present” with a yield of one hundred million tons, and a sixty-second countdown!
The System calmly replied, “Dear, we recommend changing the drop point to Mount Fuji. Our local specialty, volcanic ash with cherry blossoms, ships free!”
Li Xuefeng frantically tapped the map. “Change it there! Give me the biggest fireworks display ever to wish the Japanese a happy New Year!”
