Chapter 34

"Well..." The conversation that followed became as natural as old friends catching up. "Su Yue has never been exposed to the Crystal Clan's knowledge base. His knowledge of everything about the Crystal Clan and the origins of the Sentinels and Guides is as blank as a newborn's. Would you like to have a basic memory pack implanted directly into him?"

Noah answered without hesitation, "No need. I will tell him myself and teach him slowly."

Snow was stunned.

The Crystal Clan's millennia-long history is so vast that it could fill ten volumes with chronicles of major events; the origins, strengths, and training systems of Sentinels and Guides' abilities each have hundreds of monographs on each topic… Teaching them step-by-step is time-consuming and laborious, breaking down and meticulously dissecting the vast amount of knowledge, feeding it to students bit by bit, and even then, students might not be able to fully digest it. How can that compare to the efficiency of direct memory implantation?

Only a "fool" blinded by love would make such a decision.

Snow looked at the "idiot" on the screen with a sigh: "It seems you are quite satisfied with him."

Noah made no attempt to hide his feelings. "Yes, I'm very satisfied." But as soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned red, as if he had thought of something.

Snow clicked his tongue twice in his mind, just about to end the communication. At that moment, his assistant suddenly strode forward and reported, "Chief Snow, a V4 level mission has appeared in Sector A7!"

Snow and Noah both perked up their ears simultaneously: "Noah's A7 area?" "My A7 area?"

The assistant quickly retrieved the data: "Level 4 flood control mission. Due to recent abnormal weather, the river is expected to rise by 20 meters, severely impacting three towns downstream. Property damage is unavoidable; the mission objective is to ensure zero casualties."

The report data was projected onto a large screen. Chief Scientist Snow and Noah quickly scanned it, noticing that one of the affected towns was Weiming Town, where Su Yue currently resided.

This is a disaster caused by global climate anomalies, which has struck Zone A7. As is customary, this task should be the responsibility of the zone's administrators. However, Noah has been corrupted by the supernatural black mist for years, and the tasks assigned to him by the administrators have never exceeded level v3.

Six months ago, Noah forcibly seized system privileges and stole the V7 meteorite mission, purely due to system vulnerabilities and management errors. Afterwards, the management commissioned Administrators 3 and 4 to jointly create a brand-new system security lock, sufficient to resist any Sentinel's psychic attempts to usurp power.

So, should we hand over this v4 mission to Noah?

Although Pat Su Yue purified some of the black mist of supernatural abilities for Noah, it was far from being completely eliminated.

Chief Snow scrutinized Noah and inquired, "This is a level 4 mission, requiring a considerable amount of supernatural power. If you... are not in good condition, I can transfer this mission to your neighbor—Manager Matt, number 17."

"No need, I can handle it." Noah's expression was firm.

Su Yue is living in Weiming Town. Those are his people. How can he entrust them to someone else for rescue?

Seeing Noah's resolute attitude, Snow quickly performed a physical scan on him to confirm that the black mist of supernatural power within his body was within an effective controllable range and would not threaten his life. Only then did Snow nod in approval: "Alright, the mission is yours. Be sure to be careful."

Weiming Town is nestled in a low valley, backed by steep, dark green mountains, with a clear blue river winding through it. Legend has it that more than 500 years ago, over 200 heretics migrated here to escape persecution. Finding the place secluded, quiet, and isolated from the world, they settled down and multiplied for generations.

Today, Weiming Town has developed into a small mountain town with a population of nearly 50,000. In a valley of less than two square kilometers, various small buildings stand side by side, dense and orderly, and together with the huge blue screen behind them, they are reflected in the clear river in front of them, creating a picturesque scene.

Every year, many tourists come here because of its reputation.

A highway was built alongside the river, passing through the town and becoming the only artery connecting Weiming Town to the outside world.

In the early morning, a light drizzle fell.

In the deserted town hall, the mayor had just strolled into his office but wasn't in a hurry to start working—after all, he spent most of his day slacking off anyway. He preferred to chat with his young assistant for a bit, just to keep himself awake.

"Paul, did you watch the football game last night? It was amazing!"

Paul, the assistant, was slowly turning on his computer; he had arrived only five minutes earlier than the mayor.

"Mayor, good morning! You mean the youth group match? I didn't expect that... I thought you only watched the adult group matches."

The mayor said with a serious expression, "Youth are the hope of the future! Besides, our town's Horton High School team has had an outstanding record over the past three years, and this year they are even more likely to compete for the national championship!"

“However,” the mayor glanced at the gray sky outside the window with some concern, “this rain today… I wonder if tonight’s qualifying match will still be able to proceed as scheduled… By the way, did you ever play rugby in school?”

The assistant, who is 1.8 meters tall, answered truthfully: "I have played, but I didn't play well. My physical fitness is not up to standard, so I can only be a substitute occasionally."

The mayor laughed heartily: "Back in the day, I was the school's star player! Mike Ford, the captain of the Horton High School team, is just like me back then!"

The assistant glanced silently at the mayor's height, which was just over 1.7 meters: "..."

"Alright, time to get to work." Fifteen minutes past the start of the workday, the mayor finally turned on his computer.

Deep in the mountains, the stone house is embedded in the mountainside, surrounded by vegetation, a perfect natural structure. To avoid the gradually drizzling rain, Da Bao lay down under the raised porch. From a distance, the stone house looked more like a natural bear's den.

Underground studio.

Noah was intently examining the mission data, while the Wolf King stood quietly beside him, like a stone statue.

Three semi-transparent screens float in the air, filled with complex charts and information streams.

According to Crystal Group's forecast, the rainfall will last for two days, with total rainfall approaching the region's annual total. This has caused the water level of some sections of the Weiming River to rise by 20 meters, potentially leading to flash floods in some areas. Approximately 80,000 residents in three riverside towns—Sellia, Inter, and Weiming—will be severely affected.

If left unchecked, the number of casualties in the three towns could reach four or even five figures.

Noah activated the intelligent analysis program. Soon, a set of action plans appeared on the screen.

The towns of Serlia and Inter have small populations, totaling less than 30,000, and are both built on gentle hillsides. If the river rises, residents can evacuate to higher ground, set up temporary tents, or relocate to nearby towns.

Weiming Town has the largest population, nearly 50,000, and is located in a mountain valley with dense buildings and steep slopes on both sides. It lacks temporary resettlement sites large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. Therefore, the best solution is to organize the residents to evacuate in advance along the riverside highway and relocate to the town of Steka, a few kilometers away.

The wolf king strolled to the window and looked out listlessly.

Noah also looked out the window. In the misty rain, the outline of the distant mountains seemed to have a soft-focus filter applied, shrouded in a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

He knew this was just the beginning. By evening, the rain would turn into a downpour, and the river would rise rapidly. The highway that ran through the city would be completely submerged by tomorrow morning.

In other words, all 50,000 residents of Weiming Town must be evacuated before dawn.