Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 859 - 548: Spoiler Alert_3

Feng Yi said, "Any slight change could alter the course of events."

Yue Gengyang’s eyebrows twitched. He seemed to understand why Feng Yi was so burdened with worries.

Feng Yi: "I don’t know where it will ultimately ’explode,’ but what I did yesterday could have changed the location where it would have hit."

"Or maybe not,"

Yue Gengyang said.

"The important thing is, you protected us."

As long as I’m fine, what do I care about others!

He served Feng Yi a bowl of soup and said, "To speak of responsibility, the excessive offshore tests weren’t your decision. Those extreme weather conditions that shouldn’t appear near the coast and cities, with a project as massive as the Butterfly Project, everyone involved is responsible, including every person who voted in favor."

Yue Gengyang was worried Feng Yi was carrying too great a psychological burden and was planning to offer more consolation when he looked up and saw Feng Yi staring at a spot.

He looked over.

It was just a wall, nothing else.

No, maybe what Feng Yi was looking at wasn’t the wall, but the direction it faced!

A tense silence lingered for a moment.

"The trend has already formed," Feng Yi said gravely, "From now on, extreme weather changes in other places will momentarily stop or slow down, but..."

Feng Yi quickly opened the electronic map: "Here."

He tapped the screen, then drew a small circle,

"This area is about to face a superstorm."

"A typhoon?" Yue Gengyang asked.

"Hmm,"

Yue Gengyang frowned at the map.

The circle drawn by Feng Yi’s finger on the phone screen was very small, but on this reduced map, it represented a very large area.

But that wasn’t the point.

If things were to develop as Feng Yi said, and the map showed a large area about to be hit by a very special typhoon, then—

The upper half of the circular area might be okay; the countries here had some experience dealing with typhoons.

But the lower half of the circular area, which was already close to the equator—

"If I remember correctly, this whole region normally almost never has typhoons! There aren’t even any offshore tests there!" Yue Gengyang pointed towards the equatorial part.

"That’s right," Feng Yi replied. That was what he was worried about!

No offshore tests meant no robust early-warning network provided by the Butterfly Project!

Those people in countries with no experience coping and without an up-to-date and comprehensive extreme weather warning network, with less developed rescue systems, what would they face?

"Double-check that each subsidiary and warehouse in that area has completed safety upgrades!" Feng Yi instructed.

Yue Gengyang’s expression grew solemn; he didn’t care about others, but he did care about his own employees, fortunately, preparations had been made in advance.

The Butterfly Project Space Station and the ground command center.

At this moment, from the staff to the senior leaders, all were feeling tingles on their scalps.

The space station was receiving a rapid increase in abnormal alerts, and the crimson "ERROR" and "MALFUNCTION" symbols displayed on the screen were proof: the situation was out of control!

The monitoring network had started receiving unusual notifications non-stop shortly after the latest offshore test concluded.

It began with the location of the offshore test, and then the area of anomaly notifications expanded.

The project department immediately mobilized all the elite analysts to address these issues. Those who were at odds with each other due to different intentions also set aside their conflicts temporarily to focus on the crisis.

An upgraded version of the Butterfly Project model made predictions about the current developments. However, the predictions startled everyone.

"A typhoon? Here? Zone N7??"

In their system, zones beginning with ’N’ were almost impossible to form typhoons and were typically not visited by them.

And Zone N7 overlapped significantly with the area Feng Yi pointed out.

"Indeed, there have been typhoons here before, but they were very weak and dissipated quickly after about a day—it’s impossible for what the model is predicting!"

Yet, no matter how many times they ran the calculations, the predictions remained the same.

"It’s unbelievable!"

"There shouldn’t be any, unless..."

"That ’unknown variable’!"

They understood variables within known rules.

But now, everything they were seeing suggested that reality might have overturned their understanding.

The mysterious unknown variable they were trying to explore and understand might not adhere to the theoretical principles they believed in.

"Notify them quickly to get prepared!"

In the tropical countries of Zone N7, people had been enjoying some lively entertainment recently.

The Butterfly Project, the grand scheme, the contributions made, the typhoon strikes—

To most people in these countries, it started with a novelty, but once they realized it didn’t affect their lives much, they lost interest.

They didn’t participate in the disputes about offshore testing, at most, they’d watch from the sidelines.

Regardless of the outcome, it wouldn’t concern us!

During the Butterfly Project’s live drills and crucial voting meetings, their representatives had the attitude of "I’ll vote for whoever offers more benefits" or simply abstained by walking out. After all, they didn’t have to consider anything else!

People’s joys and sorrows do not resonate with one another.

Wherever a tornado appeared or severe convection occurred, the internet was rife with calls to go watch the spectacle!

However, while snacking and spectating...

Suddenly one day, messages came from the authoritative meteorological institutions, from the grand and distant Butterfly Project, and from unreachable professionals and rulers, which were so incredible that they couldn’t believe it!

At that moment, they were perplexed.

An intense typhoon?

Here, in our region?!

The unimaginable had become their reality.

Feeling helpless and wronged!

If the typhoon could think, the people here would surely shout:

Did I offend you? Why are you hitting me when they’re the ones who hit you?!!

Butterfly Project Space Station, Zone N7, a tropical country.

Feng Shou was riding his bike back from the orchard when he suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the sky.

Flocks of birds flew overhead like dark clouds, wave after wave, dense and noisy.