Meanwhile.
At the Meteorological Bureau's wind disaster monitoring center,
they had not received such precise information, but they could indeed detect that Ewiniar's wind strength was being reduced.
At this moment,
even Jiang Xiuyuan was somewhat shocked:
"Could it be that Lighthouse 43's emergency system really worked?"
Old Mr. Qi Ming watched the instability in the storm evolution model on the central control console.
He could not refute it.
"That's right."
The academician, an expert who had devoted sixty years to Deep Sea Ruins and life sciences, nodded calmly.
"We respect facts, and science must respect facts as well."
At this moment,
the reporter who had hidden in a corrugated metal house because the storm had arrived too quickly, yet still insisted on livestreaming, said excitedly:
"Storms, as a form of destructive weather on Earth, have been documented throughout history.
But it was not until the early nineteenth century that residents of the Caribbean islands truly began naming hurricanes.
On July 26, 1825, Hurricane Santa Ana was recorded on the first page of history.
And now, in the late summer of the fifth year of the Origin Era,
at the unmanned island shelter of Lighthouse 43 by the coast, humanity has once again overcome a disaster that was once unimaginable."
Tears filled his eyes on screen.
Of course,
it was also possible that the storm was still so violent that no one could tell whether they were tears or rainwater.
But that excitement could not possibly have been fake.
And because of that,
after hearing the news,
all doubts, sarcastic contrarian comments, and denials vanished.
What remained was the pride of civilization.
Su Wen knew very well that this generation of young people, himself included, did not lack material comforts.
But correspondingly,
their spiritual lives were impoverished, lacking hope worth striving for.
In their ordinary lives, staring at futures whose ends they could see at a glance, they gradually began talking about "lying flat" and "slacking off," no longer speaking up.
But no matter what,
whether it was the nothingness of a century ago or the present day a century later, a flame had always burned deep within their hearts.
It was the torch of Huaxia Civilization, passed down through centuries and millennia from ignorance into civilization.
As long as there was even a glimmer of hope,
that flame would likely pierce the haze and ignite the night.
That night,
the television station's ratings soared.
It was as if, three years ago, the Star Orbit Project had succeeded and humanity had first set foot on Mars, planting a flag belonging to all humanity amid the sand and gravel.
Civilization stood tall amid the "storm" once again!
Su Wen was very glad that he had not chosen to stop after merely completing the shelter.
He truly understood now
what the description in the Time Travel game—"will seriously determine the future's course"—actually meant.
Just as, three thousand years later, humanity was forced to abandon its home planet because of the Life Forbidden Zone, and lost ships sailed into the distance.
The Transcendence Act that governed the actions of Transcendents had influenced human civilization, driving it toward collapse and fragmentation.
And now,
science was being used to resist a disaster that had once been impossible to defeat.
The cohesion of civilization was gathered because of it as well.
"Miss Jiang, now that we've finished being moved, I think we can bring out the dishes we've been keeping warm."
He spoke gently.
"If we don't eat soon, I'm afraid Ewiniar's aftereffects will blow in and the food will all go cold."
Hearing his teasing words, the beautiful icy girl could not help but smile faintly.
"I knew you were hungry. Don't forget to serve yourself some porridge."
"I definitely won't forget.
According to the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, people are generally smarter when they feel hungry."
He replied humorously.
Of course,
he omitted part of the paper's conclusion:
People only had better appetites when they were calm.
Before long,
he began savoring the icy beauty's exquisite cooking with great relish.
At the same time, he watched the interview segment on the livestream.
The television reporter was asking questions remotely through a digital control screen:
"Mr. Jiang Xiuyuan, as a renowned researcher in oceanography and disaster early warning, could you explain the principle behind the hurricane's dissipation?"
Professor Jiang pondered for a moment.
Then he gave a very objective answer:
"According to central control monitoring, Hurricane Ewiniar suffered an internal explosion that caused an imbalance in its field energy. However, the research team has not yet reached a conclusion regarding how the trigger mechanism operated.
Here, I must say that the designer of Lighthouse 43 is a genius."
Watching the interview on television,
Su Wen could not help smiling at the pretty girl beside him.
"Professor Jiang has a good eye. I also think the designer who built Lighthouse 43 truly is a genius."
Jiang Menghan gave him a lovely roll of her eyes.
Then, in her cool and pleasant voice, she said:
"Idiot."
A night passed.
Although the effects brought by Hurricane Ewiniar had not been completely erased,
at least it could no longer be called a disaster.
There would still be several days of heavy rain ahead.
For the residents of coastal cities south of the Yangtze, they had probably long since grown used to it.
Su Wen woke up.
A prompt marked in azure text appeared on his computer:
Time Travel character card attributes increased After facing a fifth-tier storm disaster, the character gained the talent: Low-Level Fear Immunity Because the Globetrotter returned safely, the ancient virus "Ilofenki-Type III" remained intact, and Hurricane Ewiniar did not cause massive destruction. Timeline Correction: 1. The likelihood of the information pollution incident occurring has decreased by 50%. 2. The awakening time point of Sleeping in the Deep Sea, the Deep Sea Ruins, has been delayed by six months. 3. The Song of Death incident may be salvaged. Current chance of saving it: 5%. As the storm gradually calmed, the Coastal Dismantler game officially ended.
The countdown that had long stopped before Su Wen's eyes returned to its original numbers.
He stretched lazily.
At last, he no longer had to worry that this old house of his would be destroyed when the hurricane struck.
For Su Wen, this was the final stubbornness of a poor man.
Downstairs, the aroma of fried eggs had already spread through the air.
Jiang Menghan was preparing breakfast.
Because yesterday had been the hurricane's critical point and the downpour had been far too heavy, she had not gone home. Instead, she had stayed overnight in Su Wen's house.
The next second,
the image on his computer turned into a field of azure stars.
Among those stars,
humanity's sea-blue home planet came into focus, centered on the image of a massive white cyclone gradually dispersing.
The viewpoint descended.
At dawn, the beach was peaceful and beautiful.
Waves from the distant horizon surged ashore in layer after layer, splashing up crystalline white foam. They gently caressed the soft sand before reluctantly retreating, leaving silver lines beneath the beach.
A child searching the shore stepped across the white sand.
She picked up an empty conch shell from the gravel left behind by the ebb tide.
She happily raised the shell.
Under the sunlight,
its clear, translucent sheen quietly spread around the edge of the conch.
"Mom, look at this conch. Isn't it pretty?"
As though she had found a treasure, she spoke to her mother.
Her mother gently bent down and said softly:
"Xiao Yi, if you hold the conch to your ear, you can hear the sound of the sea."
"Really?"
The little girl gently held the conch to her ear.
Then,
she said happily:
"Mom, the sound of the sea isn't as scary as it was a week ago. Instead, it sounds really nice."
"Yes."
Her mother gazed gently at the azure sea in the distance and said,
"It is because we no longer need to be afraid that the sea's echo is so beautiful."
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