Chapter 53: The Fallout Begins
The moment Philip disappeared into the market crowd at Mile 12, one of the Legendary seated in the now-empty bus tapped into a secure line.
"Facial recognition sweep," she ordered. "Every known database. Military, divine, and the church
The result came back just hours later.
Name: Philip Egboluche
Age: 24
Origin: Lagos, Nigeria
A stunned silence followed.
The Legendarys exchanged glances. Twenty-four? Impossible. No one that young should wield demigod-level mana. The mana on earth can't sustain the breakthrough to mythical rank, to break through most leave earth. That most mythic leave on the moon where the mana is higher or in places that mana gather in large quantities.
Unless...
Unless he had undergone trial space awakening.
But even that didn't make sense. Trial spaces had been sealed for nearly a century. And even those who returned from them often required decades to recover, to refine themselves into true threats.
The implications were staggering.
Within hours, international ripples formed.
Foreign surveillance confirmed the coordinates: Philip was still in Nigeria.
And with that confirmation, panic began.
Across the country, mining corporations—mostly foreign-run—shut down overnight. Automated systems were deactivated. Trucks reversed mid-route. Helicopters lifted crates of rare minerals and vanished under moonlight. Not because the companies feared the Nigerian government—they feared the attention of a demigod.
Because if Philip chose to look... and he saw the extent to which foreign powers had plundered the land—even their past actions could spark divine-level retaliation.
Several countries scrambled for diplomatic cover.
Some sent urgent emissaries.
Others activated disinformation campaigns.
And a few, gripped by dread, quietly prepared reparations—just in case a demand came.
Meanwhile, back in Nigeria...
Chaos bloomed.
As news of abandoned mining fields spread—rumors, whispers, screenshots—the common people moved. Thousands rushed toward extraction sites in the north, central belt, and deep south.
Most had no clue why the foreigners had left.
Some feared a plague.
Others thought a curse.
But all of them saw one thing—opportunity.
For a brief window before the government noticed, reacted, and deployed soldiers, untold riches lay unguarded. Trucks rolled in. Pickaxes sang. Families dug at the edges of old company tunnels. Illegal gangs carved fast trenches into the ground.
And while the streets above throbbed with energy, Philip sat quietly in his childhood home, fully aware that his mere existence had shaken the world order.