In the study.
Chen Shouyi carefully leafed through a thick stack of files on Space Channels.
He directly ignored those that were too far away.
He only selected Space Channels within a thirty-kilometer radius.
There were four in total.
One low-risk, two medium-risk, and one high-risk (involving a deity, making it disaster-class).
But to Chen Shouyi, it made no difference.
Low-risk didn't necessarily mean safe, and high-risk didn't necessarily mean dangerous.
Explorers generally searched within a radius of about five kilometers around a Space Channel and didn't venture too deep, so these danger ratings were basically of little value.
He would have to inspect the places in person before he could be sure.
Take the low-risk channel he'd visited last time: it was in a barren desert where not a blade of grass grew, yet somehow it had attracted the attention of a deity with Medium Divine Power. Who could he even complain to about that?
At noon, the sun blazed overhead.
The light was dazzling.
Chen Shouyi took Shell Girl with him and rode his bicycle out.
Trucks streamed along the road like a long dragon, kicking up clouds of dust.
The evacuation still wasn't over. Moving tens of millions of people, tens of thousands of factories, and supplies measured in hundreds of millions of tons couldn't have been done in just a week even before the world changed, with all the available transport capacity. It was even less possible now.
Before long, he reached the nearest channel.
After showing his credentials, he passed through without a hitch.
Night lay over the land like water, and a hazy mist began to spread through the forest.
A swarm of otherworldly insects, each about the size of a fist and resembling fireflies, hid in the hazy mist, moving along with it.