Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 130 The Truth
After the ceremony ended, Sun Changhe looked at Jiang Yang.

"Jiang Yang, I'm sorry, but the World Government's declassified documents do not include you, the Cyclist. Although we all know that you made the greatest contribution in this matter."

Jiang Yang was prepared for this and was happy to see it happen.

He shook his head: "It's alright. Not only me, but you, Professor Lu, Professor Chen, and everyone in our hibernation team, none of us have deciphered it, right?"

"Yes."

The future plan is too important, and the world government is newly established with many opponents. Once announced, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble.

Furthermore, their very existence can easily trigger panic and plunge people into a meaningless state of negativity.

Having received the expected answer, Jiang Yang said in a low voice, "At least we can still live well and witness the continuation of this world and the continued growth of our civilization. Honor is useless to us."

The martyrs can no longer see this, so let all the honor go to them.

……

Back at the hibernation base, Jiang Yang turned on his computer and began browsing the online world.

As expected, the entire internet is currently flooded with discussions about the apocalypse. Interpretations of declassified documents from the World Government are also rampant.

There are speculations about the technological level of the Reaper civilization, popular science about extraterrestrial life forms, methods and progress of human civilization in detecting extraterrestrial life, details of the war that took place in just ten days ten years ago and is unknown to the public, and so on.

As Jiang Yang had predicted, a large number of doubts and opposition voices emerged in almost every forum and every cyberspace, believing that the so-called doomsday was just a deception, an excuse for the powerful to seize the highest power and better enslave the world, and that the so-called heroes were just a facade used to deceive people.

Unsurprisingly, wherever such conspiracy theories appear, they are instantly met with a barrage of positive voices and quickly disappear beneath the surface.

Jiang Yang knew that even before the official announcement to the public, there had been vague rumors about the apocalypse circulating, but they had never been publicly acknowledged.

After all, we cannot expect every foreign high-ranking official to have a sufficiently good sense of secrecy.

However, this small-scale leak actually served as a prelude, preventing the official public admission from seeming too abrupt.

"The uproar in the online world is unlikely to subside for several years. Truth becomes clearer through debate, so let them argue it out. Anyway, more details and evidence will be released later..."

Jiang Yang shut down his computer.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, on a vast western farm, a slightly overweight Daniel Wilson excitedly flipped through his computer, muttering to himself, "I knew it would be like this, I knew it..."

Ten years ago, he was the head of military intelligence in this vast country. It was during his tenure that the famous industrial mobilization occurred in that country on the other side of the world, and an intercontinental ballistic missile traversed more than a dozen countries.

Because the real reason could not be found out, he was fired and had to go back to his hometown to inherit his family's 2000 acres of land.

He lived a carefree life on the farm for ten years, but one thing always lingered in his mind.

What exactly is that Eastern country trying to do?
Subsequently, there were frequent changes at the national level, as if that country had revealed some truths to its own people and engaged in frequent and intense power struggles.

But because he was far away from the upper echelons, he could not receive any information, and only vaguely heard some things that seemed true or false.

Doomsday.

For years, he had been frantically gathering information, but had never been able to confirm it.

until today……

After trembling as he finished reading the World Government's declassified documents, he let out a long sigh and slumped back in his chair as if his body had gone limp.

His consciousness drifted back to that day ten years ago, the day he hid in his office, trembling, waiting for a missile to either crash into his city or fly over it.

At that moment, the heavy stone that had been weighing on my heart for ten years was finally lifted. "So that's how it is... This makes perfect sense. No wonder they were so crazy back then..."

……

"Daniel!"

A childish voice rang out. Daniel snapped out of his reverie and turned to see his nine-year-old son, Mike, skipping and hopping towards him.

"Mike, you're back?"

"Daniel, I heard at school today that we almost died ten years ago, and the world almost ended. Is that true?"

His wife, Lola, looked at her husband with a similar curiosity.

Daniel's gaze began to drift into the distance: "Mike, it's true. Back then, Dad was working in the military..."

"Damn aliens! Dad, who was the superhero who saved the world? Was it Iron Man or the Hulk? It couldn't be Spider-Man, could it? I hate spiders."

A doting smile appeared on Daniel's face: "No, it wasn't superheroes who saved the world, but a group of ordinary people."

Yes, they are just ordinary people. They can't fly, they're not very strong, they can't transform, and they don't have super armor. But they have unwavering faith, an indomitable spirit, and... knowledge.

Yes, Mike, knowledge is the most important tool for ordinary people like them to save the world. So, let me see what grade you got on this exam? It wasn't an E, was it?
Oh my God, this is terrible, little guy, you might not be able to be the hero who saves the world...

"No, no, I don't want to! I want to be a hero! I'm going to study now, don't bother me!"

Daniel and Lola both smiled as they watched Mike dash into the study.

……

In a bar, a young man with an Asian face walked in.

For some reason, the men who were having a heated discussion in front of the long counter suddenly fell silent.

The young man looked at himself with some surprise, but found nothing unusual.

A sharp voice suddenly rang out: "Yellow-skinned monkeys, now you finally rule the world, are you satisfied!"

A flash of anger crossed the young man's face. But before he could retaliate, a bald, burly man at least two meters tall slapped him across the face, knocking the weasel-faced man to the ground.

“FUCK, Langdon, this isn’t how you treat a hero! Now, get out of this bar and never let me see you again!”

"Get out! Get out!"

The bartender then poured out the drink in front of him, saying, "He told you to get out, didn't you hear him?"

The man glared at the crowd in the bar and slunk away.

The two-meter-tall, muscular man walked enthusiastically over to the young man: "Hey buddy, can you tell me how you managed to build 300 rockets in five days?"

"This is a massive project! If it were those idiots at NASA, they'd be lucky to make 300 fireworks in five days."

“Kate, I remember you didn’t say that ten years ago. You praised them as a kingdom of fireworks, didn’t you?”

"Shut up! I've already apologized for my shallowness and ignorance! Now, buddy, I'll buy you a drink, can you tell us what's going on?"

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(End of this chapter)