Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 3: National Visitors
After browsing the forum for a while, Jiang Yang turned off his phone.

Having fulfilled two predictions in succession, the popularity of his prediction posts has surged, but it is still limited to the Weihu Forum and has not yet "gone viral."

It's unlikely to attract mainstream public opinion or even national attention at this stage.

But it's okay, we can just wait for the prophecies to come true gradually.

The third day, around 1 p.m.

Jiang Yang received another news notification.

Sure enough, it was about that small earthquake.

The news sparked another wave of discussion on the Weihu forum. Meanwhile, Jiang Yang also observed similar discussions on other forums.

With three consecutive prophecies coming true, the discussion this time was almost entirely devoid of jokes and gossip, and netizens became much more serious.

There were even a large number of conspiracy theory posts.

Jiang Yang still made no move and simply waited silently.

The account that posted the previous message has not been logged in since.

On the fourth day, with the verification of the fourth prophecy, Jiang Yang suddenly noticed that there was much less discussion about these prophecies online.

Not only on Weihu Forum, but also on other forums and short video platforms, related content has been greatly reduced.

Jiang Yang tried posting a related thread from the perspective of an onlooker, but the thread disappeared in less than a minute.

He let out a soft breath.

Clearly, these prophecies have already attracted significant attention. Given that, it shouldn't be long before they are revealed.

On the fourth night, Jiang Yang arrived at the most upscale restaurant in his city, which was rumored to be the most luxurious.

Rumor has it that a wealthy person once spent over 100,000 yuan on a single meal at this restaurant.

Looking at my savings, after spending money like water for several days in a row, I had about 80,000 yuan left.

"That should be enough for one meal."

Jiang Yang muttered, "This might be the last meal I eat out."

Jiang Yang ordered seven or eight dishes that he had only seen online before and had never seen in real life. He ate heartily and then went home to sleep.

On the morning of the fifth day, Jiang Yang had just stepped out of the residential area, intending to buy a basket of steamed buns, when an ordinary-looking man approached him.

"Mr. Jiang Yang? Would it be convenient for you to come and talk with us?"

Jiang Yang's heart stirred, and upon closer inspection, he vaguely sensed a fierce aura emanating from this seemingly ordinary man.

Looking around, Jiang Yang saw dozens of people on the street, in front of small shops, and at food stalls, subtly watching them.

Looking up, I could vaguely see some flashes of light among the buildings on both sides of the street, as if they were deliberately meant to be discovered by me.

Jiang Yang, who was an expert in shooting games, immediately had a guess in his mind.

"It looks like a sniper? Is this a tactic to intimidate me?"

Looking up at the sky, there were still dozens of small black dots floating around, and a faint buzzing sound could be heard.

Is that a drone?
Without his knowledge, a net had already been cast around him.

But facing this inescapable net, Jiang Yang felt no tension whatsoever; instead, he felt a slight sense of relief.

"That's more professional." Looking at the ordinary-looking man in front of him, Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Convenient, very convenient, we've been waiting for you."

"please."

A car silently pulled up beside Jiang Yang. The door opened, and Jiang Yang sat in the back seat, followed by the man who sat down next to him.

He didn't speak, and neither did Jiang Yang.

The car sped along and finally arrived at a cluster of buildings without any signs or nameplates, surrounded by high walls.

Led by an ordinary man, they took an elevator, descending an unknown distance, before finally arriving at a simply furnished room.

A few sofas, a few chairs, a bed, a desk, some appliances, and nothing else.

Jiang Yang saw that the walls and furniture edges in the room were all covered with a layer of sponge, and the floor was also covered with a thick carpet.

A tall, serious-looking middle-aged man sat to one side of the desk. Upon seeing Jiang Yang enter, he stepped forward and extended his hand: "Comrade Jiang Yang, hello, I am Gu Changshan, the person in charge of this base."

After shaking hands, Gu Changshan gestured to the chair opposite his desk: "Please sit down."

Jiang Yang could clearly sense that Gu Changshan was trying his best to appear friendly. But he could also clearly sense the deep wariness behind that friendliness.

Jiang Yang had anticipated this.

If it were me, facing someone whose identity is unknown—and who might even be an extraterrestrial being—who is highly likely to have mastered some method of predicting the future, I would choose the same attitude.

"I've taken the liberty of inviting you here today mainly to confirm a few things. A while ago, someone posted a prophetic message on the Weihu forum..."

"I posted it. I made the prophecy."

Jiang Yang interrupted Gu Changshan directly and bluntly stated, "The purpose of my posting was to get you to come find me."

Yes, I can indeed be considered a time traveler. I personally experienced those things, and the apocalypse was real.

My goal is simple: to avert the apocalypse.

I don't want to die, nor do I want to see others die, and I certainly don't want our country and civilization to perish. But I'm just an ordinary person, powerless to avert the apocalypse; my only hope is to cooperate with you.

I will tell you everything I know and fully cooperate with all your requests.

Upon hearing Jiang Yang's words, Gu Changshan paused slightly, then said, "Please speak."

Jiang Yang looked up and surveyed the room's layout.

Although he didn't see any surveillance equipment, even a fool could tell that there must be countless surveillance and listening devices hidden in this room.

Every word you say, every tiny movement you make, and even every minute bodily reaction you have during this process, including changes in blood pressure, heart rate, and endocrine levels, will be completely recorded and then subjected to research by countless people.

But he felt neither panic nor fear.

Because his goal was very simple.

"I don't want to die, and I don't want our civilization to perish, that's all."

The thought flashed through his mind again, and Jiang Yang slowly said, "The story begins five days ago... Of course, that's only for me. For you, it should be five days from now."

That night, I went to a football bar…

He clearly and plainly recounted everything he had experienced and felt, including his perception of a "time anchor" after his rebirth, which suggested that he had entered a cycle.

(End of this chapter)