Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 748 - 482 So That’s How It Is_1

The ocean, far from the continental plates, witnessed an exquisitely beautiful epic spectacle.

Where weapons met storms in violent collision, one would expect the heavens to fall and the earth to split open, yet the vast area of the nearby sea surface was, relatively speaking, much calmer.

The pitter-patter of rain continued to fall amidst the brilliant flashes of light. Compared to the storm at sea, the rain was softer than expected at this moment.

The wind was strong, but not fierce. novelbuddy.cσ๓

The rain was heavy but had lost the force to overturn.

The storm that shrouded overhead dissipated in a gentler manner.

But within it, there was an extremely large energy transformation taking place.

In the computations of the central processing system, there had always been a series of unanswered questions about energy transformation. The team working on the Butterfly Project was constantly experimenting, eager to find answers.

The vast satellite network in the sky maintained its surveillance of the Earth’s surface, continually uploading crucial data. But this time, the project team still failed to find an answer.

Bits and pieces of material, almost imperceptible to existing instruments, dodged all monitoring.

Without the proper rules to guide them, these materials would continue to drift in the sky. Over time, they might float to any corner of the world.

However, at this moment, after a brief period of drifting, they were deliberately drawn together, forming a stream.

Downward.

Plummeting towards the sea surface.

Merging into the body of Feng Yi on the rocky islet.

"So that’s how it is," Feng Yi said.

As Feng Yi carefully felt the newly absorbed energy materials, he realized they were no different from the ones used during his molting process.

Exactly the same!

These materials were an important source of energy necessary for the growth and development of his kind.

He had believed that these energy materials were always in a state of decay and could not be regenerated, but now he saw a new opportunity.

"It was worth it, moulting my skin and remaining here as such a big target!" he couldn’t help but feel pleased.

Following the intense impact between the arsenal of the Butterfly Project and the storm formed by nature, a small amount of special energy materials was generated.

His grandmother had supported the Butterfly Project not only considering humanity but also thinking about these things.

The energy materials necessary for the survival of their kind could indeed be created through unnatural means!

Even though the amount that could currently be produced was tiny compared to the volume needed for their growth, it was still not considered significant. Another forty or fifty years might pass before Feng Yi could hope for enough "supplies" to molt.

But at least he could see an extraordinary opportunity.

Perhaps one day in the future, it will be possible to obtain more energy materials through artificial means without having to confront storms so violently.

Even if Feng Yi himself could not live to see it, his kin might encounter such a chance.

Perhaps, in a more distant future, his people could possess the physical strength of their ancestors.

Feng Yi remained optimistic. One should always have hope for the future.

The sky, once filled with intense flashes and thunder, had greatly diminished, and the clouds gradually dispersed.

In the past, people were helpless in the face of climatic anomalies.

Now, humanity had a weapon to contend with extreme weather disasters.

Although it was still immature and had a long way to develop, it had indeed taken an important step!

From the flapping wings of this "butterfly," Feng Yi could see a brighter future for mankind!

With proper utilization, the future is indeed bright.

To not place all hopes for survival on nature but to hold the key to fate in one’s own hands—that’s confidence!

The Butterfly Project, indeed, as my grandmother had envisioned, is the shared hope of humanity and my kind!

Feng Yi’s smile widened.

The rocky islet that fulfilled its mission slowly descended. It would sink into the sea and enter a new phase of dormancy.

Feng Yi did not move away but continued to stand in the same place, observing the energy flow above that had not yet fully calmed.

The seawater rose above his body, obscuring his eyes.

But for Feng Yi, this kind of obstruction did not cause visual disturbance.

His gaze pierced through the water, gazing at the sky, watching the final path of the remaining energy.

The rocky islet sunk completely, and the sound it created, a deep roar like that of a prehistoric beast, went silent at the bottom of the sea.

The storm clouds in the sky finally scattered, and sunlight poured down on the land, gradually returning peace to the sea surface.

The satellite network continued to look down upon the Earth.

The space monitoring station.

On the screen, the fast-advancing storm had, in this short span of time, been dissected and dissipated, everything quieting down.

"Is that all?" a staff member at the space station monitoring desk exhaled a long breath as he watched the screen and said softly.

As the storm dissipated, the once stern-faced people relaxed.

Based on the results, the experiment was a success.

However, the data showed that the process was not perfect; the timing and efficiency of the missile’s attack on the target position were not satisfying.

If the command center were to give an overall score, it might only just pass.

The reasons include the need for technical improvement and the drastically unusual PO37, a rapidly forming open ocean storm, for which some parameters needed to be reset.

"PO37 is really impressive, we almost didn’t meet the standard in this trial."

"Worthy of in-depth analysis!"

"PO37 was dispersed, but it has left us with many problems to solve, corrections to make, and overtime work again today!"

Without a doubt, the data obtained from this trial would incite countless speculations and debates.

The staff laughed and talked, but their gaze remained on the screen, watching the blue ocean scene where the storm had disappeared.

There wasn’t much left to see at this location, but at that moment, they all had an inexplicable feeling.

As if the monster that should have vanished was still watching from above.

The sense of oppressive dread hadn’t completely gone away.

The ocean, clear after the rain, seemed only to have calmed on the surface.

Of the many test subjects the project team had encountered so far, PO37 was the most unusual.

Its oddity continued to cast a mysterious shadow on one’s psyche even after vanishing, creating an illusion—

It hadn’t disappeared; it was merely lying in wait.

"Do you think we’ll encounter storms like PO37 again in the future?"

"Perhaps."

"I just hope the human residential areas won’t encounter similar storms."

During the energy climb phase preceding PO37, locking onto it was extremely difficult. Had it not stabilized later on, even if the command center had designated it as the target, the arsenal might not have been able to open fire.

With technology just starting out, they still had a long way to go. And at this initial stage, nearly everyone on the project team suffered from a "lock-on phobia."

What’s the use of having ample ammunition if you can’t lock onto the target, can’t fire, and the weapon doesn’t achieve its effect?

If they couldn’t hit the target precisely, they would hardly achieve the expected results and might even cause more negative impacts.

It wasn’t a small problem!

The air system is like a complex web; pull one thread, and the whole thing moves!

Just like being unable to make accurate, long-term weather forecasts.

There were too many variables.

You can’t make decisions rashly!

To minimize potential problems, they strictly followed the model established by the Butterfly Project to perform calculations, create visualizations, identify the target, and lock on.

But the variability of the weather system added to the computational burden, and if the calculated target location kept deviating, it was hard to lock on.

Being unable to lock on meant that the trial could likely fail.

Therefore, with each trial of the Meteorological Weapons development to date, the team’s hearts were in a state of apprehension and anxiety until the final target lock and the opening of the weapons silo.

Now, with the trial over, they had eased out of that anxious state and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was time for a lighthearted subject to lighten the mood:

"We need to give PO37 a name!"

"Has a decision been made? What’s it going to be called?"

Naming the experimental targets was their job; once a name was chosen, they’d submit it to command center, and if there were no issues, it was OK.

It wasn’t a big deal.

The monitoring station staff took this as downtime, gathering to discuss:

"Wasn’t it agreed to just call it ’Monster’?"

"It should be ’The Abyss’! Don’t you folks get that creepy feeling of being watched?!"

"I vote for ’The Abyss,’ I think ’Monster’ fails to represent PO37’s complexity and terror."

"I—I think ’Monster’ is better. If we ever encounter a storm more complex and terrifying than PO37, then..."

"Shut up!"

"Don’t jinx it, damn it!"

"Pfft! Spit it out! According to the customs of my hometown, if you spit, it won’t come true!"

Even an atypical storm like PO37, with its limited impact range, had already significantly compromised their experimental results. If another storm of greater magnitude, more complex and terrifying, were to appear...

Given the current level of technological maturity, a calculation error against a stronger version of PO37 would be even more significant and would unquestionably be a blow to the team’s confidence!

"At least not in the short term, give the project team more time to develop!"

If Feng Yi knew about this discussion at the space monitoring station, he would certainly nod in agreement:

Exactly! Don’t rush it, everyone just quietly grow, I need time to develop too!

After shedding his skin and after a brief sparring with the Butterfly Project team, he even got satisfying information.

This exploration had just ended, and Feng Yi was already eagerly anticipating the upcoming real-world drills.

In front of guests from all over the world, the targets chosen by the Butterfly Project team for the showcase would definitely not be the small "static target" Feng Yi had deliberately created; it would surely be a larger storm.

The spectacle would undeniably be even more top-tier and splendid!

Moreover, by that time, there would definitely be professionals explaining the workflow of the Meteorological Weapons in greater detail to them.

Feng Yi wanted to learn more, also considering his own interests.

Right now, the energy substance generated in the process wasn’t the most important part; after understanding it, Feng Yi would figure out how to avoid the scrutiny from above during his next molting.

Next time he molted, the protective barrier of the storm he would raise would need to be bigger. Feng Yi didn’t want to become the main target of the Butterfly Project’s concentrated fire.

If he had a choice, he really wanted to tell the people on the project team:

Don’t fire! I’m one of you!