Planet Vs Aliens: Space User Saves the World

In sharp contrast to the coastline, the desert received a few ’smaller’ meteorites, though calling them ’small’ was still an understatement.

Imagine rocks the size of an elephant falling down at speeds much faster than the speed of sound.

By the time people heard the sounds of explosion, damage had already been done.

The ground jumped on impact, and the sand rose in a perfect ring, creating a moving wall of hot sand with the impact at its epicenter. Whatever this hit directly was disintegrated or, at best, burned.

There were various settlements in the desert, specifically in oases. Though there were no meteorites that landed directly at them, one did land close by. Now, this settlement was covered with a meter-deep layer of sand, and the blast hit everyone who was outside.

In areas above the fault lines, the earthquakes were the main killers. The tectonic plates lurched in different directions and in different degrees. From the ground, it felt like the planet itself changed underneath—because it did.

When the soil changed, it was like the sky itself screamed. The atmosphere compressed, and the windows of the buildings flexed inward due to the sudden change in pressure.

The ground kicked upward, and there was a rolling detonation that followed, and a traveling wall of sound echoed along with it.

At the moment of impact, people fell down because gravity briefly felt sideways. It was an odd sensation, but most of all it was gut-wrenching.

This was not just because one would feel dizzy, but because it literally felt like the ground beneath one’s feet—something everyone had been taking for granted—was no longer something safe.

The next five to twenty minutes in these areas were fraught with continuous earthquakes, the ground rising and sinking in alteration.

Some mountains formed in the span of hours, and gorges split the land within seconds.

Many areas had changed topography; some land that had been under the sea for millennia suddenly found itself above the water, and some land that had never been flooded found itself under the seas and rivers.

In these areas, not even the most well-built bunkers survived. Some of them were consumed by the ground rupture, falling deeper into the planet’s mantle.

Many of the existing bunkers in the country were actually occupied by the rich and powerful. They had the news that the government was building a base, after all, and no one dared to dawdle.

While the base was being built, many of the powerful settled down in their bunkers, some of whom even looked down on the public-funded territory, thinking their own property superior.

There was even some drama even before the fall, with people fighting for good rooms, reserving resources, and so on. Those who ’won’ felt like they would live well even after the apocalypse descended.

However, knowledge was one thing, but luck was another. Many had underestimated the scope of the so-called apocalypse, and even if they didn’t, there was no way to determine where exactly those rocks would land.

No matter how well prepared and no matter how much money they injected in, if a rock fell down above their heads, they could only greet death in the face.

A good portion of the occupied bunkers had actually perished during the Fall, not even seeing all its advanced equipment in the works.

Even the sturdiest nuclear bunker could not handle a direct hit from nuclear bombs, let alone the power of meteorites, which caused several—if not hundreds—more times of damage.

If there was anything they should be thankful for, it was that their deaths were (mostly) swift.

...

In the cold Northern countries, the temperature that should’ve been tens of degrees below zero had climbed up above it. Right now, however, the snow is melting.

Heated rocks from space hit a place nearby, after all, and the soil it displaced was not harmless either.

Deep growls of earth came from underground; the livestock and animals screamed at the unknown but inevitable. Avalanches and landslides abounded, and it felt like the earth itself was crumbling.

"Run! Run!" the villagers yelled as they rushed to the slope, riding their horses, avoiding the tsunami of white trying to eat them whole.

"AHHH!"

"FASTER! FASTER!"

They looked like bugs about to be eaten by the sea of snow, and all they could do was dash forward nonstop, as pausing for even a second meant certain death.

There were not many people in the Alps, and their village was the only settlement within a tens-of-kilometers radius. Their population was just a few hundred, and at least half of that was currently running for their lives (the rest likely dead or immobilized even before that).

Interestingly, one of the fastest figures was a young girl around 12 years of age and her beloved horse. Her body was bent as low as possible to minimize wind resistance, her grip holding her equine best friend’s mane.

"GO, Stud, GO!" she screamed, asking her steed to do its best. She shivered as she heard the screams behind her, knowing that many of her fellow villagers had been lost.

Then, she heard a very familiar voice, and her pupils constricted.

"DAD!" she screamed as she saw the large horse fall down, taking the man with it.

"GO!" the man yelled. "DON’T LOOK BACK!"

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she sobbed when she saw her father consumed by the avalanche. But...she really could not look back anymore, and they could only keep going.

She gripped the bundle in front of her tightly. Her baby brother was with him. Now, they only had each other.

And, for the loved ones that they lost, both of them must get through this!

...

Back in Danian Country, which was fortunate not to have too many fault lines going through, still had a few that shook its land. Dozens of towns and a few cities suffered immediately, some more than others, and some areas had slightly delayed reactions.

In the underground areas, deep bass cut through the bone of the soil, and the land collapsed on itself. Mines kilometers of any impact points caved in, eating every worker inside them.

Even farther away from the impact points, many underground constructs—all designed and maintained by modern technology—could not escape similar tragic fates.

For example, the train that the best friends Leon and Timothy took on the way home. The train was packed at this time. It was a Saturday and was not even rush hour, but there was a concert happening near one of the stations.

The friends didn’t attend the concert, but they came from a cosplay convention in Freisa City, held the previous day, and were now heading home to Amber City.

Just a few minutes prior, they were talking about the new webnovel they had been reading about. It was actually promoted at the convention, too, which gave them a sense of pride, as if they found treasure first.

It was a quite well-written story about the apocalypse that began with a meteor shower, and they started reading it back when it was still serializing daily.

It was very short, especially in the standards of the webnovel industry, but it was packed with events and emotions, making them remember the contents.

They were talking about what they would do in the characters’ situations, and even played a game inspired by it. For example, if they could only bring three things that could fit in the hand, what could they be?

"Mine is a Swiss knife, a lighter, and a portable water purifier," Timothy mumbled as he chewed on his jerky.

Leon thought for a moment before answering. "Mine is a Swiss knife, a water purifier, and... a backpack. A backpack filled with food. Hehe."

"Hey, that’s cheating! The question is items that can be carried by hand."

Leon smirked and lifted up his backpack—which was not too heavy today—with a palm. "Can be carried," he said, as if making a point.

"You—" Timothy was about to fight him when he paused, looking in a direction with a solemn expression.

"What is it?"

They then saw a greasy old man touching a girl in front of him awkwardly trying to move, but the man was shameless, as if not caring whether he’d get caught or not.

Leon immediately stood up and grabbed the man’s arm. "HEY."

"What?"

"Stop it, you perve—"

Before he could continue, the change happened.

Suddenly, the earth moved, and it seemed like the tunnel rippled. The concrete that lined the tunnels cracked in jagged lines, and the water pipes burst.

The people inside the train screamed as they felt the train getting derailed, ramming into the walls.

BAM!

SCREECHH!

"KYAAA!!!"

"HELP!"

"NO!!!"

Several people lost consciousness directly after such an impact, while others broke their necks, never to awaken. Some unlucky person even got impaled on someone’s pencil.

"AHHHH!" Leon screamed when he saw the impaled person fly straight at him. Fortunately, Timothy, who had managed to hold on to a post like a koala, grabbed on his shirt and he used this to balance himself, holding on to the same pole.

"AHHHH!!"

The train’s momentum continued on, with the people inside not knowing when it would stop, or whether they would be alive when it did.

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