Ye Tianxiang's gaze was laced with poison, his right hand moving with painstaking caution, its motion still stiff. A savage smile stretched across his lips. "Ye Shu... surprised to see me standing here before you again?"
If it weren't for this wretched woman, his arm would never have ended up like this!
"Ye Tianxiang, why are you barking like a dog? Don't you point those stiff fingers at me—I might not be able to resist the urge to chop them off."
Ye Shu didn't even bother to look at him directly, yet Ye Tianxiang felt a suffocating pressure, a tangible threat pressing down on him. When he heard that last sentence, the reattached arm trembled involuntarily.
"Don’t you dare! I belong to the shelter now, and Captain Chen is here."
Ye Shu shot him an utterly contemptuous glance, her mockery sharp as a slash. "Oh my, how old are you now? Young Master Ye still tattling to 'Mommy'...tsk tsk tsk, after all these years, that's all you've managed to achieve. Trash, useless, a complete embarrassment!"
Ye Tianxiang fell silent.
Was Ye Shu possessed by a ghoul or ghost?!
Just yesterday, in Ye Tianxiang's memory, Ye Shu was still that meek, obedient pushover, the girl who trailed behind him, softly calling him 'brother,' letting herself be bossed around. Now, she shattered every trace of that illusion.
He'd heard that people who entered the game changed radically—it seemed to be true.
"Don’t think that just because you clung to someone powerful on that fishing boat, you’ve become someone special. One flash flood, one mudslide—and your little boat gets flipped like a toy."
Ye Tianxiang was brimming with confidence; he still didn’t know there were no true powerhouses on the boat—just Pang Pangzi and Ye Shu.
His words were harsh but Ye Shu knew he wasn’t wrong.
That large fishing boat truly wouldn’t survive a real flood.
Seeing Ye Shu go silent, Ye Tianxiang puffed up further. If it weren’t for Chen Jianjun standing here, he’d have taken action already.
Ye Tianxiang refused to believe some useless woman could get into the shelter. He’d been chosen only because of his newly awakened fire powers, catching the eye of the shelter’s leadership.
As for Ye Shu… he only got ambushed because he let his guard down; that’s why his arm was hurt. If it weren’t for a healer at the shelter, he’d be a cripple for life now.
Captain Chen remained quiet.
He now felt he understood why Ye Tianxiang had ended up so badly beaten.
This guy acted like a total fool, always looking for trouble. Ye Xiaoshu sat quietly, yet Ye Tianxiang couldn’t help but invade her space, begging for a beating.
Yet this girl was lethal with her words. Her tongue wickedly sharp, she never repeated an insult.
Chen Jianjun cleared his throat and spoke directly: "Miss Ye, have you decided about what I proposed last time? The shelter will always welcome you! And your fishing boat, we’ll assign people to guard it."
Ye Shu spared not a single glance at the stunned Young Master Ye, replying at once, "There’s nothing to consider—we’ll come in right now."
Ye Tianxiang was aghast. "Captain Chen, why is she allowed in?"
A completely unremarkable and powerless woman, and Chen Jianjun had come to personally invite her? Wasn’t this a slap in his face after all that boasting moments ago? The joke was clearly on him.
Captain Chen responded impatiently, "Orders from above. Who are you to question it? If you hadn’t said you wanted to apologize to Miss Ye, I wouldn’t have brought you along at all."
This sort of man—even with powers—had such a narrow, petty mind. Besides, his fire ability could barely spark a wisp, nothing compared to Ye Xiaoshu's talent for foresight.
In fact, Ye Xiaoshu was just keeping her capabilities hidden—she was anything but weak.
Pang Tong saw Ye Tianxiang’s face turn the color of spoiled milk and couldn’t help feeling especially pleased.
……
Ye Shu finally entered the shelter, as she’d hoped.
The fishing boat with her and Pang Pangzi was now guarded by the shelter’s own people.
This place truly lived up to its name—the culmination of Longguo’s full might. Every material was foreign to her: 'light cement,' 'expanded steel pipes'—so much lighter and more advanced than the heavy, cumbersome materials used in her original world. The technology here was decades ahead of what she’d known in Huaxia.
From basic frame to drainage, nothing about this shelter felt rushed. Ye Shu harbored a bold suspicion: maybe this place had been completed long before the catastrophe.
Soon, she was summoned to an office occupied by several high-ranking figures; on the sofa sat a strange woman clad in a sorceress’s robe.
"Elder Yu, this is Miss Ye," Chen Jianjun announced, ushering her in and thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
"Comrade Xiao Ye... allow me to introduce myself—I’m Yu. You’re the one who posted the message about the doomsday flood on Doujia, right? This is Roshan, a seer."
Ye Shu’s eyes shifted to the woman in a black cloak, presuming her to be a player.
She remained cautious, merely returning the greeting with polite reserve.
She’d once registered with a stolen identity; to get found out, even after changing her ID, was unimaginable—yet here she was.
What Ye Shu hadn’t realized was that this world’s Internet was incredibly advanced—finding someone’s information took only minutes.
"Comrade Xiao Ye, we already know bits and pieces about your foresight abilities from Xiao Chen. What we want to know—how much more of the future have you seen?"
Elder Yu sat like a mountain, his brow stern. His presence filled the room with an unspoken authority.
"Elder Yu, my foresight works only once every ten days. Last time, what I saw was endless, overwhelming floods, titanic tremors from the deep sea. This century-spanning rainstorm will last a long, long time."
Ye Shu’s voice was calm, unwavering, her expression unreadable.
Elder Yu frowned, "Comrade Xiao Ye, that’s too vague to be called foresight."
"Ten years."
A stunned silence fell.
Ye Shu, face serene, took an inflatable boat out of her spatial ability storage, laying it on the floor with sober gravity. "This rain will last for ten years. I am not merely a prophet—I also possess a spatial superpower. If you doubt me, why would Elder Yu have asked Captain Chen to bring me here?"
In full view of the astonished officials, Ye Shu stowed the inflatable boat away again.
The atmosphere shifted immediately: a prophet and a spatial superpower, both in one person! Such dual-abilities were unheard of in the entire shelter.
No one believed Ye Shu would lie about this.
Reflecting on her mention of a decade-long deluge, the people in the office could hardly sit still.
Pang Tong, on the other hand, remained perfectly unruffled, his calm expression unchanging. He'd met far more imposing figures back in Huaxia—not least among them, leaders higher up than anyone in this room.
Yet how had he never known that the iron-willed Ye had the gift of prophecy?
He recalled their first deadly escape from the bizarre world. If not for some unimaginable power, they’d never have survived. No wonder the boss was always several steps ahead.
"Comrade Xiao Ye, we believe you," Elder Yu finally managed. "I’ll have Chen Jianjun prepare your living quarters. In ten days, you’ll report to us with your next prophecy—"
Elder Yu stopped, his breath catching and his back sagging slightly under the weight of the revelation. Knowing the rain would last was one thing, but learning it would endure for ten years, it struck him with pure sorrow.
Ten years... sky choked with clouds, seedlings rotting in the soil, untold numbers dead—would Longguo even survive?
Ye Shu nodded firmly. "Definitely!"
She didn’t really possess the power of foresight, but the ten-year rain was a fact, known through other means. Lin Qingyue was bound by a truth-compelling talisman and could not lie.
Leaving the office, she glanced at the walls, shimmering with their silvery-gray hue—these were Longguo’s latest innovations: lightweight, resilient materials.
And as she pondered her own spatial ability, a small plan began to emerge in Ye Shu’s heart.