After snapping back to reality, Gu Jianing muttered to herself.
Three days! A Category 13 typhoon will make landfall!
Every word sent chills down Gu Jianing’s spine.
She quickened her pace and hurried home.
As soon as she stepped inside and closed the door, she immediately opened the system’s weather forecast to check.
That’s right—the voice she had just heard was an alert from the weather forecast function, a reward the system had given her earlier.
When she first received this weather forecast function, Gu Jianing knew it wasn’t just for predicting daily local weather.
It could also warn of impending severe weather.
Now, as she opened it, she saw that starting from the fourth day from today, there were three consecutive days marked with the symbol for a severe typhoon, followed by a regular typhoon, and then a tropical depression.
But Gu Jianing’s expression was grim.
What was a severe typhoon?
In this era, typhoons weren’t classified as precisely as in modern times.
They were simply categorized as tropical depressions, typhoons, and severe typhoons.
Winds of levels 6-7 were tropical depressions, levels 8-11 were typhoons.
Level 12 and above? That was a severe typhoon.
And now, the weather forecast was predicting a level 13 typhoon—undoubtedly a severe typhoon!
But that wasn’t the most critical issue.
The most critical issue was—
The severe typhoon was just three days away.
Yet, here on Huansha Island, in the military base, there wasn’t a single whisper about the impending typhoon.
Gu Jianing knew that in this era, due to technological limitations, typhoon predictions were often unreliable.
But she hadn’t expected that there would be no warning at all at this stage.
And what did a severe typhoon mean?
Huansha Island was coastal.
A level 13 severe typhoon could bring violent winds and towering waves, uprooting trees, demolishing houses, cutting off transportation, and even causing seawater to flood inland…
The more Gu Jianing thought about it, the paler her face became.
“What should I do, what should I do…” she murmured. Then, suddenly, she remembered something.
“System, the future newspaper I chose earlier—it has three uses, right?”
“Can I use it this time?”
[Host, the future newspaper is automatically triggered for major events.]
“A severe typhoon is coming—isn’t that a major event?” Gu Jianing retorted, her voice edged with frustration.
[Ding! Host’s request detected. Verifying if conditions for future newspaper activation are met.]
[Ding! Future newspaper activation conditions fulfilled. Future newspaper has been issued.]
Gu Jianing’s heart sank.
Truthfully, she had been hoping the future newspaper wouldn’t activate.
If it didn’t, it would at least mean this severe typhoon wouldn’t cause significant casualties or damage on Huansha Island.
But now, the future newspaper had activated.
The implications were clear.
Gu Jianing could only watch as the future newspaper materialized before her, floating down slowly.
“Face the storm head-on!” She took a deep breath, then reached out and grabbed the newspaper.
But when she saw the contents of the future newspaper, her heart plummeted.
Three days later, the level 13 severe typhoon arrived as predicted.
The newspaper stated that the military base on Huansha Island only detected it one day before the typhoon’s arrival.
And what they detected wasn’t even a severe typhoon—just a tropical depression.
According to the newspaper, this typhoon had rapidly intensified into a severe typhoon within a short period.
Because it was initially thought to be just a tropical depression—and Huansha Island experienced tropical depressions every year—no one took it seriously.
Only minimal preparations were made.
But in the end, no one expected it to be a severe typhoon that made landfall.
By the time they realized, it was already too late.
Although the fishermen hadn’t gone out to sea,
they hadn’t evacuated from the danger zones either.
As a result, when the typhoon struck, houses were flattened, trees were uprooted, and then…
When Gu Jianing saw the number of soldiers who had sacrificed their lives, the civilians who had died, and the staggering scale of the destruction—her face drained of all color.
Before this, Gu Jianing had thought the casualties and damage caused by the drug cartel’s hidden bombs were already devastating.
But now, she realized—they were nothing compared to the toll of this typhoon.
It was like comparing a spark to a wildfire.
“No, we must stop it. We have to stop it!”
After a moment of stunned silence, Gu Jianing muttered with fierce determination.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to stop it.
But she knew one thing—she had to tell Sheng Zexi immediately.
Maybe… just maybe… her husband would have a way.
The weight of this knowledge left Gu Jianing in a daze all day.
When Xingxing and Yueyue came home in the afternoon, they immediately noticed something was wrong.
They tried their best to cheer her up.
But until this disaster was averted, Gu Jianing couldn’t bring herself to smile.
Her eyes kept darting to the door, willing Sheng Zexi to come home soon.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he returned at dusk.
He brought dinner from the canteen.
Today was his last day of training—starting tomorrow, his leave officially began.
But the moment he stepped into the courtyard, he sensed something was off.
The house was too quiet.
Had something happened?
His chest tightened.
Then he saw Xingxing walking toward him.
“Dad… Mom seems really upset.”
Worry clouded the little boy’s eyes.
Sheng Zexi ruffled his hair.
“I understand. I’ll talk to her.”
“Promise you’ll make her happy again?”
“I promise.”
With that, Sheng Zexi headed inside, where he found Gu Jianing and Yueyue.
On the surface, Gu Jianing seemed her usual self—but he could see the tension in her brow.
After setting down the food, he gently pulled her into their room.
“Ningning, what’s wrong?”
The moment he asked, her composure cracked.
She clutched his hands tightly, her voice trembling.
“Zexi… this is serious. I don’t know what to do.”
It was rare for Gu Jianing to be this shaken.
“Don’t be afraid. Tell me—I’ll handle it.”
She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
“Do you remember… that newspaper I showed you?”
“The one from the future? About the drug cartel and the bombs?”
“Yes.”
Of course he remembered.
A newspaper that revealed events before they happened.
The implications of such a thing were staggering.
Because of how dangerous that knowledge was, Sheng Zexi had made sure Gu Jianing destroyed it immediately after.
“Did… another one appear?”
In answer, Gu Jianing slowly pulled out a sheet of paper—and handed it to him.
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