Apart from a few people who knew the situation, such as Qin Wushen and Lin Zhiping, everyone present felt a sense of unease after hearing the prophet's words.
The barrage in the live broadcast room became even sparser, and everyone seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation.
"The End of Days Storm is coming!"
"The storm level will exceed 20 for the first time and reach an unprecedented level of 26!"
The ethereal mechanical voice rang out again, and the volume increased accordingly.
Everyone except Qin Wushen and Lin Zhiping, who knew the truth, felt their pupils contract and took a deep breath! They opened their mouths but didn't know what to say.
The live broadcast room also fell into silence, and the barrage was cleared instantly.
Many viewers in the live broadcast room felt an urge to pee!
This was the natural fear of disaster!
...
The silence at the scene lasted only a few seconds before Kent suddenly stood up from the audience.
He said through the real-time translation machine he carried with him, "This is simply nonsense!"
"Do you really think you can intimidate everyone here with your nonsense? Do you know what a level 26 storm is?"
"Don't think I don't know what your prophecy is based on!"
"You are just a lucky person who has passed through the distortion of time and space and survived. You dare to speak so arrogantly based on a glimpse of the future you have seen?"
Not only him, but Martin, who was sitting next to him, also stood up and said, "Although your voice has been processed a bit, I can still hear your immaturity!"
"Young man, I admit that the mysterious Daxia Mansion does have many incredible events, and there have been related achievements in the field of quantum sensing since ancient times."
"But if you dare to assert that the glimpses of the future you have seen through quantum sensing are true based solely on this, aren't you a bit too confident?"
"Even more so, I have heard that Daxia Mansion has mobilized many social resources to prepare in advance, and all of this is just because of the prophecy you made. Isn't it too frivolous?"
As it was only an audio broadcast, after the two finished speaking, Lin Wange quickly introduced the "prophet" to the opposite side.
The people in the studio clearly felt that the "prophet" seemed to have fallen into a kind of silence.
This made many scientists present feel uneasy.
They all acknowledged the prophet's previous achievements and the miracles he had predicted.
However, hearing the refuting words of two people who seemed to be able to explain the principle of prophecy, their inner scales seemed to begin to tilt towards their peers.
At this point, there began to be some commotion at the scene.
Lin Wange quickly stepped in to calm everyone down, "Everyone, please don't panic. The prophet's ability is evident, and all of his previous predictions have come true. This is an undeniable fact!"
This statement barely calmed down the chaos on the scene, but Kent and others from the Dajin Mansion still persisted, directly interrupting her attempt to continue speaking: "Ms. Lin, I understand what you mean."
"However, before you speak, please allow me to have a direct conversation with the 'Prophet'!" Without waiting for Lin Wange's reaction, Kent raised his voice and spoke directly to the screen connected to the audio: "'Prophet' sir, may I have a few words with you?"
"You may speak," the voice of the 'Prophet' echoed in the studio, along with a faint sneer.
Seeing this, Lin Wange had no choice but to let them communicate on their own.
Kent's eyes became fiery, his words becoming sharper, showing no mercy: "Prophet sir, please allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Kent, and I am the head of the Stark Research Institute's XTE District in the Dajin Mansion."
"Our district is mainly engaged in researching supernatural phenomena, especially those related to time and space distortion, such as the Devil's Sea."
"In situations like yours, our district has studied no fewer than a hundred people."
"I am convinced that even if you have crossed the time and space distortion and seen a glimpse of the future, your memory is definitely fragmented, let alone the fact that you have seen a picture of a future disaster. Your mind cannot resist the terrifying image, so you can see even less, or even lose it directly."
"So, the fact that you can see the earthquake and tsunami in the Elfa City of the Peacock Mansion through the time and space distortion is already not easy. I don't believe you have seen more major events, especially catastrophic events that require various details to support them!"
"On the contrary, I would like to believe that this is your personal fabrication!"
The studio erupted into a commotion, with various voices discussing.
"In your old saying of the Daxia Mansion, you are looking at the sky from the bottom of a well!"
The ethereal mechanical voice of the 'Prophet' also echoed in this environment.
Without waiting for Kent to refute, the voice seemed to switch to another target: "Miss Lin Wange, I will send you a file. Can you please show it to everyone?"
Lin Wange quickly operated the device as requested.
Then, the people in the studio saw a partial map of the Bohemian Ocean displayed on the screen.
On the map, a curve was clearly visible.
Then, several points on the curve were marked, and some points even had specific parameters noted.
...
At the same time, in a slightly dilapidated mansion in Lidaoyi.
An old man with white temples was watching the audio broadcast of "Wange Watching the World" about the "Prophet" with his grandson.
When he saw a map released in the studio, with patterns like ghost symbols, his grandson, who had studied abroad in the Dajin Mansion and attended the Caliton Academy, looked disdainful and said, "Grandpa, I really don't understand why you have to watch this!"
"You are the only person in the world who has won the 'Meteorological Supreme Award,' also known as the Altax Award, and is still alive. You are also a symbol of the scientific community in the entire Liao Mansion."
"And he, the 'Prophet,' is just a clown who seeks attention from the crowd. Don't be fooled by his current popularity. It's just a stroke of luck."
The old man listened to his grandson's chatter, paying no attention, only silently looking at the content provided by the 'Prophet' in the studio.
"Tropical low-pressure formation point."
When the old man saw the first point marked on the map, he roughly understood the meaning of the drawing.
His pupils shrank unconsciously, and he quickly sat up.
(End of this chapter)