I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 295 - 295 294. The Storm is Coming_1

Chapter 295: 294. The Storm is Coming_1 Chapter 295: 294. The Storm is Coming_1 Pohnpei Island is located in the West Pacific, near the Equator; normally, it is very difficult for typhoons to form there.

Because the formation of typhoons includes the Coriolis Force, which causes whirlwinds to rotate clockwise or counterclockwise.

The higher the latitude, the stronger the Coriolis Force, while the Equator has the weakest Coriolis Force.

Under normal circumstances, regions within five degrees of latitude from the Equator do not generate typhoons, and Pohnpei Island is situated near six degrees north latitude. Through recorded history, the number of typhoons encountered is very few; more often, it’s tropical cyclones from the Equator that occur, which, though they can also cause torrential rain, are less likely to form a distinct eye of the storm, with less significant changes in atmospheric pressure and temperature, and are much less destructive.

However, in October and November of last year, an unusually large typhoon appeared in the West Pacific. From the satellite cloud images, the huge cyclone spanned the vast ocean area between the Solomon Islands and Hawaii, bringing a once-in-a-millennium storm to this part of the sea.

At that time, even the largest cargo ships could not withstand the assault of gale winds and torrential rain; over ninety percent of Pacific shipping routes were directly shut down, and the number of shipwrecks far exceeded the total of the past decade. By comparison, the incident with the Star Cluster was considered minor.

“The typhoon is coming. Make sure to close the windows,”

the hotel owner remarked with a sense of experience, likely having gained knowledge from last year’s events, and he was not prone to overreaction.

Lu Ban first contacted Qin Tiantian back home to discuss the situation and instructed her to continue overseeing the staff, and although Tiantian assured her things were well-managed, Lu Ban, to be safe, started a live stream, only to see Tiantian playing an interactive APEX game with several IDs Lu Ban found quite familiar.

“Never mind, as long as the work gets done.”

According to the current progress, they were definitely going to complete the final production work before September, well in time to bring a grand gift to the global community around Christmas; Lu Ban was not in a rush.

The signal of the call was becoming increasingly poor. Lu Ban checked the news, and the eye of the typhoon was clearly visible. The immense storm appeared even more formidable than last year’s. By noon, torrential rain had descended.

Lu Ban had never seen such torrential rain before.

Raindrops the size of beans fell on the glass with a pinging noise like bullets, and even with the windows tightly shut, the wind still shrieked through the slightest of gaps, carrying the damp, fishy smell of seawater. Every now and then, something could be seen being blown high into the sky.

A bit farther away, the curtain of rain obscured most of the visibility, and the downpour isolated the entire island like a waterfall, with the occasional loud noise signaling the toppling of trees, roots and all.

Lu Ban’s True Sight allowed him to see even more clearly.

On the distant beach, all the tourist facilities had been destroyed; wooden houses were blown down entirely, the golden sand was now covered in a layer of deep black as the sea turned murky as ink, with giant waves crashing overhead, conveying the oppressive power of nature.

Back in school, Lu Ban used to look forward to typhoon days because if a typhoon made landfall, it could mean time off from school.

But if he had faced a typhoon directly like he was now, he certainly wouldn’t have thought typhoon days were enjoyable.

In the distance, the speed at which the clouds were moving was visibly rapid, the black clouds carrying bright silver lightning fleeting in an instant, with the rain falling from the clouds and the surging tides dyeing the sea and sky the same color.

To leave the house in such a storm would be madness.

Lu Ban looked towards the harbor, where most of the boats had been moved ashore, and a few heavier ones were anchored in the harbor. But the waves were so large, the boats bobbed up and down, hitting the dock’s pier from time to time, as if they could sink at any moment.

As for the Nan Madol Ruins in the mountains, in this dark and profound world, they emitted a greenish glow.

That eerie green light was so conspicuous in the storm, like a city from ancient times, reviving in this moment.

No, it was not an illusion.

Lu Ban scrutinized the buildings closely and immediately noticed that their density seemed to have increased compared to before, as if the structures had split, grown, and replicated under the purification of the storm.

“The time has come.”

Feng Yu stood beside Lu Ban, looking towards the window at the dark green buildings.

Lu Ban wasn’t sure if it was his illusion, but at this moment, Feng Yu seemed somewhat pale, exuding a frailty that was different from usual.

“Do you hear it?”

Feng Yu looked towards Lu Ban, her normally ink-black eyes now tinted with a hint of crimson, like freshly spilled blood not yet coagulated, the shape of her pupils was anything but human, resembling that of an ancient being with a long history and an extended life.

Lu Ban was taken aback and then listened intently.

Amidst the wailing sound of the storm beating against the windows, like the cry of a baby, there came a whispering voice.

It was like a prayer from a primitive tribe, soft and indistinct, carrying a sense of reverence yet exuding eeriness.

Lu Ban quickly realized that this voice was not an illusion but stemmed from downstairs.

He immediately took Laika downstairs, the short-legged dog scurrying down step by step, Lu Ban following behind, quickly witnessing the transformation happening before him.

The innkeeper, who had been working normally, was now striking a grotesquely twisted pose, standing at the entrance of the inn. Amid the gale and torrential rain, he faced the direction of the ruins, bowing in worship. His head banged against the ground as blood and rainwater mixed; the words he muttered matched the murmurings Lu Ban had heard.

“■■■■■!”

Those inaudible murmurings, now set against the backdrop of the stormy world, seemed to convey a solemn and sacred meaning.

Lu Ban held down the innkeeper’s shoulders, and the man turned his head.

His face, blue with cold, had eyes void of whites, two pitch-black holes reflecting Lu Ban’s figure. He didn’t open his mouth but incessantly made those whispering sounds from his throat, making one wonder if, even if his throat were cut open and he were killed at this moment, he might continue praying unceasingly, even as a corpse.

“The people on this island are all normal humans until this moment when they reveal the ancestral mark left by their forebears.”

Feng Yu, whose arrival behind Lu Ban had gone unnoticed, spoke softly, yet her voice overshadowed the rhythm of the storm, allowing Lu Ban to hear her clearly.

Looking past the innkeeper’s shoulders, Lu Ban saw the islanders standing amidst the storm, allowing the wind and rain to lash their bodies without reaction, continuing to prostrate towards the central ruins of The Island.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the structure at the heart of The Island.

However, the broken walls remained intact; instead, Lu Ban saw that the dark green light intensified, and beyond that, he saw something else.

No, some people.

At the spot where the lightning had struck, three people appeared.

They came into view within the ruins, accompanied by the lightning!

“Is this what you wanted to show me?”

Lu Ban turned his head to ask Feng Yu.

“Let’s go.”

Feng Yu didn’t answer but pointed towards the ruins.