Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 762 - 491 Great_1

As the notification sounded, the atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly.

The guests who had been chatting and laughing now entered a state that seemed casual, yet they were on high alert.

Unlike the other guests, Feng Yi knew what was going to happen next, but the others faced the unknown. It was normal not to feel composed in the presence of nature’s formidable power.

Staff quickly cleared away any fragile items from the tables.

The already tense guests responded as if triggered, asking excitedly,

"Wait! Why are you taking these away?"

"Haven’t you read the brief and the notice? There might be some vibrations later on, so it’s to prevent injury..." a nearby guest explained on behalf of others.

The enquirer’s expression grew more agitated, with a touch of panic, "You mean, there’s going to be shaking? What is the safety rating here? Are there any seat belts?"

"Uh, there are no seat belts at these seats, but it seems like there might be some over there..."

Before the speaker could finish, the querent, no longer concerned about appearances, rushed to secure a seat with a seat belt, desperately strapping themselves in to avoid being thrown during the potential violent shaking.

Other guests, who hadn’t considered this before, seeing this scene, murmured to themselves and also tried to claim a seat.

What needed to be fought over was truly the most coveted.

Another person said, "If the roof is shattered by the vibrations later, what are we supposed to do if we need to escape? It won’t be easy to flee on time if we’re strapped in too tightly."

"That makes sense!"

"So, what do we do?"

"Hey, seriously, have you actually read the prior instructions? This fortress is very safe, it won’t come to that..."

"But what if the project team is exaggerating?"

As the start time approached, many guests seemed to develop anxiety disorders, no matter how shrewd and wise they were before, now finding it difficult to stay calm.

Some staff put on sunglasses.

Guests worried about the bright light but wishing to keep a close watch could wear sunglasses to observe.

"This... there’s going to be bright light? Are there any radiations as well?"

"Which kind of radiation? Is this distance safe? If the roof breaks, could I be exposed and just... vanish?"

"Do we have any anti-radiation suits here?"

More and more anxious emotions spread, affecting even those who had been relatively calm.

Yue Gengyang, listening to the excited chatter of the crowd, gave a slight cough and turned to ask Feng Yi, "Are we really going to be okay?"

"We’ll be fine," Feng Yi said.

"Oh."

Yue Gengyang was relieved.

The anxiety and tension that had just risen were brushed away by that response.

He felt very much in the mood to observe the reactions of his old friends, remembering their current comportment for future teasing when they met again.

Looking past the guests, Yue Gengyang saw Andrei sitting in his wheelchair.

In just five minutes, Andrei had already changed his oxygen tank three times.

Andrei was clearly unhappy, having an animated conversation with someone beside him; suddenly sensing something, he looked over and met Yue Gengyang’s significant, amused gaze.

Andrei: "..."

His irritable mood suddenly settled down.

He couldn’t let Yue Gengyang, that cunning merchant, see him as a laughingstock!

At that moment—

"Ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention!"

Throughout the venue, the restless noises subsided as the command center’s voice came through, but the emotions did not stabilize; they only turned inward.

Every command issued from the command center also made the guests’ hearts race with fear.

Although the project team had said that the Meteorological Weapon’s attack process involved a gentler release of energy, there were too many unreliable definitions of "gentle" in this world.

A guest with a weak heart quickly popped a pill into their mouth.

Feng Yi also noticed that the base staff were in position, ready to provide emergency care if a guest were to be excessively agitated afterwards.

"Target locked successfully."

In the spacious area, an emotionless mechanical voice resonated.

It twanged people’s nerves, trembling with each beat of their hearts.

The guests dared not blink, holding their breath in anticipation.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely at that moment.

There was no countdown, no measurable period of waiting.

Every missile, calculated by supercomputers, struck its target exactly at the right moment.

In the sky, a powerful energy reaction emitted a dazzling light.

At that moment, it was as if the ocean and the stars had collided!

Winds and clouds surged majestically, swirling high in the vast expanse of the sky.

The constantly flashing starlight was like an overflowing river of stars, spectacularly surreal.

Layers of unusual auroras, bright and splendid, captivating the soul.

Beneath such an awe-inspiring spectacle, one’s consciousness seemed uncontrollably detached from the body, absorbed into the scene, immersed for a long time.

Roaring thunderously—

The delayed sound was like a resonance from the profound depths of the sea and the distant space.

The guests felt their bodies uncontrollably shaking along with the entire fortress in this confrontation.

Humans, so insignificant.

Yet, humans, so magnificent.

The powerful cyclone about to ravage the base, this giant being that marched steadily with immense threat and pressure, was indeed, dispersed!

Some guests pinched themselves, or rubbed their faces hard, to ensure they were not dreaming.

If only we had such a weapon more than twenty years ago...

Older guests who had experienced the period of climatic anomalies stared skyward, spellbound and entranced, reflections of the fantastical scene above glittering in their eyes, now seemingly tinged with an extra sparkle.

Intense emotions struggled out from their memories.

Some were silent, and others screamed at the top of their lungs.

What they saw was a spectacle, what they saw was also hope—anew era was about to begin!

The once-feared force, the confidence that had been nearly shattered during the period of climatic anomalies, was greatly bolstered!

Andrei laughed out loud.

"Beautiful! It’s just so beautiful!"

"It really worked!!"

"Every penny I spent was worth it!"

"This time we look up, but next time, I want to look down from a space station!"

The younger ones were also uncontrollably excited, and Feng Yi even heard a foreign youth exclaim in an exotic accent:

"Do you believe in light?"

"I will believe forever!"

Witnessing a legendary moment firsthand, the shock of having their thought patterns shattered and reassembled, the disbelief and the rush of excitement surged wildly within them.

The more restless hearts felt a surge of soaring spirits, a bold thrill and impulse—

Did this mean they could declare war on nature itself?

In this setting, the guests’ frenzied remarks and peculiar behaviors would have worried people about their mental state if they were outside.

But here and now, with spirits so high, nobody cared about that. Everyone was in the same state of mind, who could mock whom?

Feng Yi, despite having witnessed it once, was excited too.

But his excitement was different from the others.

Energy matter, ah!

A larger weather system indeed produced more energy matter!

Though the total amount produced this time was still not much, it was much more than the amount generated by his previous tentative experiment!

It was like sowing grains in barren land and suddenly nearing another step away from starvation!

Perhaps one day in the future, they wouldn’t have to worry about developmental issues.

During the observation, Feng Yi didn’t wear sunglasses; like everyone else, he squinted as if uncomfortable when the light first flared in the sky, and then he opened his eyes wide.

The site was monitored, so it was safer to minimize differences with others.

Being too calm could be explained by a difference in temperament, but reactions to light couldn’t be too abnormal.

As the fantastical scene in the sky gradually faded, Feng Yi still looked up, sensing the changes in the original and newly formed energy matter.

The molting that time was a sensation of targeting points, and maintaining the "pseudo-protection layer" around him, he didn’t have the energy to analyze some subtle changes.

But today, as an observer, he watched the whole process meticulously without missing a moment. He learned a lot.

Inside, the guests gradually came back to their senses and gave generous applause.

It wasn’t in vain that they had set aside their work and traveled all this distance to undergo physical and mental torment.

Thankfully, it was all worth it!

Gone were the anxiety and dread of facing the unknown and nature’s mighty forces. What remained were joy and excitement, as well as thoughts about how to proceed.

Times were changing, and in the coming transformation, how should they establish themselves? How should they leverage their position?

The businessmen and politicians had already plotted numerous courses in their minds, yet outwardly they still pretended to be passionately overheated by the spectacle, lavishing praise on the Butterfly Project’s grand undertaking.

"This experience was truly... unforgettable for a lifetime!"

Andrei swapped in a brightly colored oxygen tank and cursed with a laugh, "Bullshit ’mild’! It was intense! I saw old David clutching his chest, almost collapsing."

After the most crucial phase, when the storm clouds had dispersed and the fortress’s doors opened, the guests could go outside to take a closer look at the changes in the sky and feel the movement of the air.

The drainage at the base was excellent, with no serious water accumulation, but the moist ground and the uncollected broken branches and leaves of plants told everyone the storm had passed.

Yet this visitor had left just a "footprint" before vanishing.

The clouds in the sky were no longer violent; sunlight sketched golden edges around the gentle cloud masses.

The mild wind, carrying moisture and the scent of the ocean, brushed past the guests.

The sea’s surface rippled, picturesque and poetic.

Peaceful and beautiful.

The storm had indeed dissipated.

It was hard to imagine that in about the time of a noon nap, the world had changed its style.

Gazing at the sky, although the satellite network was invisible to the naked eye, everyone knew it truly existed.

Some guests stayed outside with their advisors to observe and record the information they wanted; others formed small groups to discuss matters; and those busy with affairs returned to their accommodations to deal with work.

Feng Yi and his group also went back.

Yue Gongyang and his wife really did have busy schedules, but they weren’t that pressed for time. They returned to their accommodations now to discuss something else that couldn’t have outsiders present.

The success of the exercise meant that the Butterfly Project could move on to the next phase. However, whether they could proceed to the next phase would depend on everyone’s voting results.

"I just had a chat with an old leader; he wanted to know the Ancestral Factory’s stance, and I said we needed an internal discussion to unify our opinion. I expect we’ll have visitors soon," said Geng Yang.

Neither Yue Gongyang nor his wife were from the meteorological field, but they understood how difficult this project was and the immense challenges it faced.

They were older than Feng Yi, born during the climatic anomaly period, and had many memories of that time. Today was their first exposure to the power of Meteorological Weapons.

They were prepared mentally, but seeing that dreamlike scene for the first time still left them deeply shaken and admiring.

Yue Gongyang looked at Feng Yi.

They had agreed beforehand that the decision was up to Feng Yi.

"Have you decided how to vote at tomorrow’s meeting?" he asked.

Yue Gongyang knew that Feng Yi had always supported the Butterfly Project, so of course, he would...

"Oppose," Feng Yi said.