Chapter 2: Prophecy
After confirming the strategy of reporting to the nation, Jiang Yang did not act rashly.
This also required skill.
If he rashly called the police at this moment or went directly to them, he would probably be treated as mentally ill and chased away.
Since that was the case, it was better to let the nation’s personnel come to him proactively.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Yang took out a piece of paper and, following the memories of the “past” ten days—which were the future ten days on this timeline—began writing down prophecies one by one.
Fortunately, it was now the information age; no matter what happened anywhere in the world, it would be pushed to him in the shortest time through short videos, web news, and other means. Plus, he had quite good memory, otherwise recalling events from the past ten days would really be difficult.
“August 9 afternoon, Dalin City suddenly hit by heavy rain, Xiao Fang Village flooded, hundreds of villagers trapped;
August 10, Carls hit by tornado, large areas of factory buildings collapsed, more than a hundred people dead;
August 11, Rossi City had a 4.6 magnitude shallow earthquake, some civilian houses destroyed, no casualties;
August 12…”
Up to August 18, Jiang Yang wrote down the last of a total of ten prophecies.
“August 18 at 12 o’clock at night, apocalypse!”
Many things happened in these ten days.
When writing the prophecies, Jiang Yang chose only those related to natural factors, not man-made ones like “XX celebrity concert riot” or “XX highway massive car accident.”
The reason was simple: man-made related events had the possibility of being faked, which would greatly weaken the effectiveness of his prophecies.
Choosing natural factor related ones was different. These events—whether heavy rain, tornado, or earthquake—could not be precisely forecasted with current human technology levels, let alone intervened in.
Just like the heavy rain this afternoon: existing weather forecasts could indicate which area was highly likely to have heavy rain, but it was absolutely impossible to precisely forecast where this heavy rain would be the heaviest.
Tornadoes, earthquakes, and such were even more impossible to forecast in advance.
This completely eliminated the possibility of man-made faking.
After writing these ten prophecies, Jiang Yang did not post them directly. Instead, he opened some network tools, heavily disguised his IP address, and finally logged into a popular comprehensive forum called “Wei Hu” via a server located in another city.
The reason for so much disguise was that Jiang Yang was intentionally doing some screening.
He was certain that if the nation noticed his prophecy post and really moved to find him, these disguises could definitely be breached.
But for some idle people, or irrelevant people or organizations, it would be unlikely to find him.
Using a temporary anonymous mobile phone number to register an account, Jiang Yang posted these ten prophecies and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What he needed to do next was just wait—wait for his prophecies to come true one by one, wait for people’s attention to be drawn entirely to this post, wait until it caught the nation’s attention and they found him.
After finishing all this, Jiang Yang finally felt hunger in his stomach.
Looking at the time, it was almost nine o’clock.
On this day last time, Jiang Yang remembered that he had already arrived at the company and started the day’s work.
But this time…
Whoever loves this damn shift can take it; I’m not going!
Picking up his mobile phone, redeeming all his meager savings from the wealth management app, Jiang Yang grabbed his T-shirt and walked out the door.
“I’ve long heard that the breakfast buffet at Hongtian Hotel is delicious; today I’m going to try it!”
Afternoon.
Back home, turning on the computer, Jiang Yang saw several new replies under his post.
“I remember the last guy who pretended to be a divine stick with prophecies got dragged out and had his legs broken.”
“Bump to watch.”
“Wow, apocalypse huh, so I don’t have to pay my mortgage anymore?”
The few replies were all teasing and sarcasm. Because there were too few replies, the post had long sunk to the bottom.
Jiang Yang was not surprised by this at all and felt no anxiety.
Time passed bit by bit. Jiang Yang opened a real-time weather website and located Xiao Fang Village in Dalin City.
Heavy rain warning had been issued, but it hadn’t really started raining yet. Ultimately, where it would flood was still unknown.
In the evening, a news push came.
“Flood triggered by heavy rain floods Xiao Fang Village in Dalin City; water accumulation in the village has exceeded one meter, hundreds of villagers trapped, emergency rescue underway.”
Seeing this news, Jiang Yang reopened the Wei Hu website.
As soon as he opened it, he was bombarded with dozens of notification messages.
Opening his post, Jiang Yang saw that the originally single-digit replies had now surged to over 50 and were still rising rapidly.
The post’s position had even rushed to the first page of the forum in a short time.
“Just saw the news, Xiao Fang Village flooded!”
“Tch, look at you all making a fuss. Dalin City heavy rain was forecasted yesterday; is flooding a village strange?”
“Flooding a village isn’t strange; knowing in advance which village would flood is what’s strange.”
“Holy crap, OP god prophecy!”
“OP a meteorology bigshot?”
“OP, teach me how to prophesy quick; I’ll split the earnings with you half!”
“Kneel begging OP to predict tomorrow’s football match score.”
“The guy above has no ambition; kneel begging OP to predict lottery numbers!”
“Holy crap, no one’s paying attention to the apocalypse?!”
Skimming through roughly, Jiang Yang found that the onlooker netizens were still mostly just watching for fun, with not many believing his prophecies.
This was also within his expectations.
Closing the computer, Jiang Yang left home again.
The Lu cuisine at “Lin Jiang Xian” restaurant had long been famous; now was the time to try it.
……
The next afternoon, Jiang Yang received another news push.
“Carls City suddenly hit by tornado, large areas of factory buildings destroyed.”
Just like what he had experienced last time, events were unfolding one by one in the order of Jiang Yang’s prophecies.
Opening the forum again, Jiang Yang saw that his post already had over a thousand replies.
Before the tornado happened, the replies were mostly watching for fun and teasing. After the tornado event, Jiang Yang could clearly see that these replies had started becoming serious.
“OP a transmigrator?”
“Holy crap, predicted the tornado, how?”
“The apocalypse isn’t real, is it?”
……
Refreshing the post again, Jiang Yang was shocked to see his post had disappeared.
“Post deleted?”
His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.
“No matter, at least tens of thousands of people have seen this post. Even if deleted, someone will repost it.”
Sure enough, just as Jiang Yang had predicted, shortly after his post disappeared, a large number of discussion posts surged on the Wei Hu forum.
“How come the prophecy god post is gone?”
“Good thing I copied the prophecy content in advance; those who haven’t seen the prophecy come watch the fun.”
“Confirmed! The ‘prophet’ is really a transmigrator!”
“The ‘prophet’ bigshot won’t have been arrested, right?”
