I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 118 The Weather Goddess is Reminiscing about the Past
The process of climbing the holy mountain was not as troublesome as Feng Xue had imagined. Under the guidance of the priest, the two came to the back of the temple and stood on a platform. Then, Feng Xue realized that the ancient civilization also had elevators!
However, although it is called an elevator, this platform is more like a ropeless cableway. With Feng Xue's eyesight, he could not tell whether it was magnetic levitation, anti-gravity or some other system. In short, after a period of steady movement, Feng Xue finally saw the "temple" on the top of the mountain.

Compared to the temple at the foot of the mountain which has been rebuilt, graffitied and worshipped by the villagers, and where only the photovoltaic facilities in the upper half still retain a sense of technology, the temple in front of us is a fairly complete modern building complex.

It’s not quite right to call it a group. Generally speaking, it’s about the size of a kindergarten.

The main building is a small white building with about three or four floors. There is something on the roof that looks a bit like a windshield wiper, but Feng Xue thinks it is more likely to be an antenna. Around this building, except for a road about six meters wide, all are covered with various photovoltaic panels.

At this moment, small robots waving brushes are crawling on the boards, quickly cleaning up the residue left by the heavy rain.

How should I put it...at least it doesn't look as high-tech as Feng Xue imagined.

"Welcome to the Kata Weather Monitoring Station. I'm your good friend, Little Wind Bell~"

The voice of the weather goddess, which had a bit of a two-dimensional temperament, sounded again, but this time, she did not use the body of the priest, but created a gorgeously dressed female image out of thin air on the small platform on the top of the mountain.

"Clang clang~ Lord God is here! Hey hey! Can you react a little?"

Seeing that Feng Xue and Sara didn't give the reaction she hoped for, Xiao Fengling's expression fell slightly. Feng Xue couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when seeing this, but he knew that he couldn't talk nonsense with Xu Shen, so he didn't complain, but said as concisely as possible:
"I'm here to get paid."

"Okay, okay, little Fengling, you know it. No one cares about you at all!" The weather goddess turned around while acting cute, and with her movement, the door that was originally closed suddenly opened. The space behind the door did not have the old feeling of not being used for a long time, and it could even be said to be a little new.

The projection of the Weather Goddess floated beside the two of them and explained like a tour guide:
"When the Poseidon Destruction Incident occurred, there were 50 researchers working at the Kata Weather Station. During the initial period when communication was still possible, they also tried hard to seek help.

"But this place itself isn't a major facility, lacks any mineral deposits, and doesn't have many survivors. During the first hundred years when the entire world was frantically collecting resources, no one cared about this small island—

"After all, the only thing of value here at that time was the halfway point of the mountain... oh, now it's the plant factory at the foot of the mountain used to improve the researchers' meals.

"They also tried hard to pass on their knowledge and skills, but by the end of the first century, the plant factories could no longer afford to feed hundreds of people..."

It seemed that no one had been able to discuss this history for too long, and the Weather Goddess was very interested in talking. Although according to her, it was five hundred years after the Sea God destroyed the world that she developed real "thinking ability" and became a god.

By then, the descendants of the survivors had already come to regard the plant factory as a temple, the mountaintop as a sacred mountain, the maintenance robots as divine messengers, and the intelligent operating system as an oracle tablet... But she still recounted this "history" recorded in the weather station database, seemingly having prepared for this story for a long time. "So, offering sacrifices to the temple was also their own invention?" Feng Xue, intrigued by the birth of the Natural God, immediately pressed the issue. The Weather Goddess made no attempt to conceal the truth, and was even pleased that Feng Xue didn't find her nagging annoying. She immediately said:
"What they thought was the oracle tablet was actually the weather station's control platform. Through its visual control system, they figured out how to create simple rain-inducing and rain-repelling missiles. Well, the way they understood it, offering minerals and sea salt to the gods would bring about rainfall."

As they spoke, they had already passed through the corridor of the Meteorological Research Institute and arrived at a hall. On the still-new screen on the wall, an aerial view of the island appeared.

"Do you see this platform? I've built it through centuries of meticulously manipulating storms and ocean currents. Thanks to this platform, they can now cultivate. Otherwise, relying solely on the plant factory, even with the strictest rationing system, could only maintain nutritional balance for three hundred people at most..."

Feng Xue listened to Xiao Fengling explaining how she started from scratch and developed a fishing tribe of a few hundred people into a half-farming and half-fishing society by relying on the weather monitoring system and the authority of the God of Weather. She always felt that she was being shown off her business achievements to a sandbox business simulation game player.

Fortunately, the Weather Goddess's narration was not boring to Feng Xue. Through the knowledge imparted to him by Senior Li, he could infer many details related to the development of the virtual god from the development process of thousands of years.

But Feng Xue was different from Gouzi, who knew nothing without the database. He knew very well that a Virtual God, even a ghost-like Virtual God with an AI personality, would not tell stories for no reason. When the Weather Goddess's story came to an end, he finally took the initiative to ask:
"So, what's the reason for you telling me all this? And where's my reward?"

"Well, since you asked just now, I won't bother with you! Ding ding ding ding!"

The weather goddess cast a coquettish glance at Feng Xue and pointed her hand backwards. The originally empty floor in the center of the hall suddenly opened up, and a conference table rose up. However, what was placed on the table was not documents or sand tables, but a pile of more than a dozen items that looked a bit like something randomly piled together in a two-dollar store.

"You've almost completely solved the pirate problem this time, so Xiao Fengling won't be stingy. Feel free to take anything here! You can take everything!"

Upon hearing this, Sarah immediately moved closer, but she didn't stretch out her hand. Instead, like a dog, she put her face in front of those things and kept looking at them.

Feng Xue casually picked up a device that looked a bit like a smartphone and frowned slightly.
"Aren't these relics from a previous civilization?"

"How is that possible!" Before Xiao Fengling could reply, Sarah denied it first:

"This craft is definitely from a previous civilization! While there are forces that possess this technology, this small island is definitely not one of them!"

Sarah said this and turned to look at the projection of the Weather Goddess, expecting her to retort. But to her surprise, the Weather Goddess actually gave Feng Xue a death smile.
"Can you tell me how you figured that out?"

(End of this chapter)