Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 460 - 454: Good News! Bad News!_3

Chapter 460: Chapter 454: Good News! Bad News!_3

Jiang Yan’s hand, which was watering the plants, paused. "You could say that, but now we’re stuck too."

Without seawater, several ships were stranded. Combined with the thick dust, which rivaled the previous black smog, they had no choice but to stay put for now.

Hua Bao glanced outside. "Out there, it’s as if a storm’s gone mad. It’s practically the apocalypse."

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but laugh, both amused and exasperated. "It *is* the apocalypse now."

Hua Bao: "...Fine."

A week later, the "demonic wind" finally stopped.

With the oppressive dust clouds gone, the scientists ran tests and discovered ultraviolet radiation levels had risen again.

The cancer rate had reached 100%!

Mo Jingsheng had no choice but to order everyone to remain inside the ship’s cabins and avoid going out unless absolutely necessary.

During this time, every ship had more or less sustained some injuries among their crew.

The freighters, less solid than the destroyers and escort ships, suffered the worst damage in this tornado.

In addition to improper handling by some crew members, a leak occurred in the oxygen tanks stored aboard one of the ships, leading to heavy casualties.

Exposed external components on other ships were also largely lost. Although spares were available, Mo Jingsheng still ordered a full reassignment of all "Treasure Hunting Team" personnel.

Su Dai, Mo Shiyao, Jiang Ye, and the others moved to the destroyer.

Having not seen Jiang Yan for several days, Su Dai immediately clung to her hands upon arrival, nearly breaking down into tears.

Another week passed, and the compass needle on the device began to show irregular deviations.

Jiang Yan knew that the magnetic pole reversal was likely nearing its end.

Half a month later, some electronic devices finally emitted long-missed sounds.

Meanwhile, the needles for the north and south poles were nearly aligning back to their original positions.

As the day of the magnetic pole reversal’s completion approached, Mo Jingsheng and Song Haitao became increasingly focused and vigilant.

Although the seawater had receded slowly, that didn’t mean its return would be gentle.

Everyone was on high alert, prepared for the worst.

One month later.

The vanished seawater finally returned.

It came back with typhoons, tsunamis, and a second wave of insect swarms.

This time, the insects were not the eight-legged bugs they had previously encountered. They resembled terrestrial animals adapted to aquatic environments and were equally abundant.

There were also several mutant tiger sharks and some unknown creatures resembling electric eels, carrying nano-bombs within their bodies.

Despite the fleet’s thorough preparations, they still took a significant hit.

Fortunately, Hua Bao quietly displayed remarkable prowess, at least preventing several ships from being swept away by the typhoon.

Three days later.

The magnetic poles finally realigned, and ultraviolet radiation levels in the atmosphere gradually returned to pre-reversal conditions.

Another three days passed, and all ships completed their repairs. The fleet resumed its journey, heading toward their next destination—Qin City.

Before the apocalypse, Qin City was a city with an extremely high altitude.

The temperatures there were low, and it was a hub for storing the nation’s large-scale data equipment.

In addition to the data equipment, two precious lithography machines had been secretly relocated there prior to the apocalypse.

Moreover, the city housed the best AI research center.

A wealth of scientific data—spanning astronomy, geography, biology, chemistry, history, culture, and many other fields—was stored there in digital form.

Acquiring this data meant that human scientific research wouldn’t regress by hundreds or thousands of years due to the apocalypse.

Of course, there was one more detail not indicated on the treasure map: part of the nation’s gold reserves was stored there.

This batch of gold was one of those Mo Jingsheng owed Jiang Yan and promised to give her.

Jiang Yan was looking forward to this trip.

Perhaps it was seeing firsthand the majesty of a domestically-built aircraft carrier that made her excited for every treasure-hunting destination in the future...

*

Time passed like a fleeting white steed.

New natural disasters repeatedly struck along the way, along with occasional confrontations from hostile forces, causing the Treasure Hunting Team’s original schedule to be repeatedly delayed.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

After storing the final batch of genetic materials essential for humanity’s future into Space, Jiang Yan finally allowed herself to relax.

Only one destination remained: Musen Base.

The legendary base rumored to be colluding with the enemy forces represented by Xue Miaomiao.

Standing on the deck and gazing into the distance, Jiang Yan’s heart felt heavy.

In these three years, they had visited several locations and small bases. Yet without exception, aside from encountering numerous Mutant People, they found little else.

Xue Miaomiao and the so-called enemy forces seemed to be playing hide-and-seek, disappearing from sight in the face of the powerful Snapdragon.

Based on Mo Jingsheng’s latest intelligence, Musen Base was believed to be the enemy’s main stronghold hidden within domestic territory.

Jiang Yan ran her fingers over the blade in her hand, her eyes glinting coldly.

She was about to face Xue Miaomiao.

This time, she was determined to personally take down this heartless, cold-blooded fiend.

This was one of the few wishes she still had left in this second life of hers.

Mo Jingsheng’s voice came from behind her. "Jiang Yan, I didn’t expect to find you here."

Jiang Yan turned her head and saw him walking toward her alongside Ye Qing.

Behind them trailed Zhou Haotian and Zhao Xiaofei, the two "little ones."

Although still youthful in appearance, the two carried guns and were bursting with energy.

Over the past three years, they had grown swiftly, trained under Mo Jingsheng as potential young warriors.

Ye Qing appeared more composed and had earned the position of Vice-Captain through his own abilities.

Though he had little interest in ranks or titles, the fleet needed talents like Mo Jingsheng and him.

Thus, he reluctantly accepted the role for the time being.

Jiang Yan glanced at the time—exactly 10 a.m.—and smiled at the two of them. "What’s going on?"

She knew that without special circumstances, Mo Jingsheng and Ye Qing wouldn’t look for her at this hour.

Mo Jingsheng’s lips curved into a smile as he said:

"A piece of good news, and a piece of bad news— which one do you want to hear first?"