Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 13 Verification
Time ticked by, and it gradually came to 11:59.

There is only one minute left until the end of the world.

Perhaps because of the medication, Jiang Yang felt no tension or fear, only calmness.

便在这种平静之下，他清晰看到时间从11:59:59，跳动到了12:00:00。

In that instant, a strange sensation arose within his body.

It was a very strange feeling, neither painful nor comfortable, but rather awkward.

It's like something's wrong inside your body. From the outside, everything looks normal, and you even feel like everything is normal, but something just doesn't feel right.

Jiang Yang suddenly tensed up.

This feeling was familiar to him.

Ten days ago, he had experienced it firsthand.

He knew that at first it was just awkwardness, a feeling that something was wrong. The next moment, intense pain would sweep over him.

He calmed himself down and prepared for the pain to come. At the same time, he once again looked around at himself from an outsider's perspective.

He saw Lu Zhaoming, Zhou Yu, Gu Changshan, and a group of staff members whose names he didn't know all looking up at each other with a blank expression.

They seemed to have sensed something was wrong with their bodies, but were not sure yet, so they tried to get answers from their companions.

The next moment, intense pain arrived as expected.

It felt as if countless hands were simultaneously gripping every cell and organ in my body, kneading and twisting them violently. An indescribable soreness, tightness, and pain instantly arose from all parts of my body, instantly overwhelming my consciousness.

He clearly saw, from an outsider's perspective, that Zhou Yu collapsed to the ground in pain, clutching her abdomen and trembling all over.

She opened her mouth wide, as if she was about to scream, but Jiang Yang couldn't hear anything.

He saw that Gu Changshan's expression remained calm, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the muscles around his eyes twitched slightly. He did not let out any screams, but he sighed softly.

It was as if he had finally accepted reality and finally eliminated any wishful thinking in his heart.

Professor Lu Zhaoming, with his gray hair, clutched his abdomen with one hand and held onto the chair with the other, trembling as he sat down, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of Jiang Yang, never looking away.

In a short period of time, the once solemn and orderly hall became chaotic.

Countless people were screaming silently with their mouths wide open, countless people were trembling and convulsing uncontrollably, and countless people were rolling on the ground.

Jiang Yang knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would also feel this pain in the next moment.

Just as he expected, the pain did arrive in the next moment. But unlike last time, although he felt the pain just as acutely this time, that detached, bystander perspective still remained.

The physical pain had no effect on his mind. He thus "observed" his physical pain while maintaining mental stability and clarity.

The data on the screen in front of me was jumping around so fast that I couldn't make out any of the information.

Jiang Yang knew that at this moment, the vast network centered on himself, with every observation and experimental base, every satellite, every telescope or large experimental device as nodes, and ultimately extending to every corner of the world, had been truly activated.

Information from all over the world is being frantically calculated and verified by the Arctic 4 supercomputer. Soon, the final results will be before us.

He turned his head and looked at Sun Changhe beside him, only to see that Sun Changhe was also looking at him. Countless red dots were flashing on the screen in front of the balding old man, converging to form a red glow that tinged his gray hair with a faint red hue.

Jiang Yang knew that each red dot meant that an observation point had observed signs of the impending apocalypse.

The screen full of red dots means that no matter where it is located—under the sea, at the bottom of a lake, in the belly of a mountain, or in an underground base—no place or environment can escape the arrival of the apocalypse.

At this moment, the doomsday prophecy has finally been fully verified, leaving no room for doubt.

The old man stretched out his slightly trembling arm and pressed the red button on the table.

The next moment, a clear and stable synthesized electronic voice appeared in Jiang Yang's ears.

The password is: "Eastern foot of the desert, beneath the suspended tower, Mount Buzhou collapses. The contact information is the base's Wi-Fi password."

Repeat, the password is: "Eastern foothills of the desert..."

Jiang Yang silently memorized this command.

He didn't understand the meaning of the password at all, and he didn't care at all.

The important thing is the password itself. As for what earth-shattering state secrets the password represents, that's none of my business.

The command was repeated three times, and then the sound disappeared. Facing Sun Changhe's gaze, Jiang Yang nodded slightly, and then saw the old man let out a sigh of relief.

His lips trembled, as if he were saying something. At first, Jiang Yang couldn't hear him clearly, but Sun Changhe repeated himself, finally conveying the information to Jiang Yang's ears.

"Comrade Jiang Yang, I'm counting on you."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly. Sun Changhe then turned around, leaned back quietly in his seat, and closed his eyes, as if awaiting death.

Jiang Yang also turned around and focused his attention on the screen in front of him.

The information from this spider web appears to have been preliminarily verified by the Arctic 4 supercomputer.

He saw a red message hanging at the top of the constantly flashing screen, which then stopped flashing.

With the appearance of this stable message, a second green message quickly appeared below it, followed by a third, a fourth...

Information in red, green, and blue filled the entire screen.

When all the information finally appeared, Jiang Yang heard a hoarse, pained, and incredulous voice coming from behind him.

"How could this be? How could this be..."

He turned his head and saw Professor Lu Zhaoming clutching his abdomen with one hand and gripping the armrest of his chair with the other, using that hand to maintain his balance—he was trembling and swaying, his legs felt like they were made of jelly, and he would have fallen long ago if it weren't for that hand supporting him.

Even from the outside, one could clearly see how intense the pain he was enduring was. But at this moment, the pain on his face had long been overshadowed by shock and confusion.

At this moment, apart from the screen and data in front of him, there was nothing else in his world, and nothing could distract him, not even the pain before his death.

This left him only able to repeat the same sentence like a robot: "How could this be?..."

(End of this chapter)