I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 408 - 66: Only Thinking of Herself

Looking at the exaggerated scale of lightning on the screen, Anderson, the duty officer responsible for monitoring the situation on the Floating Island, gulped down a cup of black coffee, squinting at the data stream jumping on the holographic screen — the electromagnetic traits of this storm had a startling 97% resemblance to the "Ghost Thunderstorm" that destroyed an entire corporate fleet three years ago.

This is a bona fide super disaster.

"Attention everyone, evacuate the satellite outpost immediately and return to the surface or space station before the storm completely arrives."

His voice transmitted through bone conduction headphones into the ears of each police colleague.

There were no alarms or flashing red lights, but the staff at the Floating Island Observation Station all stopped their work simultaneously. Although they were prepared, there was still uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

A super disaster has one characteristic, which is total unpredictability.

It forms in a very short time, and its overall path defies the principles of physics, so no matter how much preparation is done, it's often difficult to control its destruction.

Of course, if one really wants to control it, it's not impossible, equipping each staff member with a single-man mecha would guarantee their safety.

But management obviously won't do that because the cost would be too high.

Although the Floating Island is under the jurisdiction of the Nest City Official Council, it is essentially a business that needs to make money.

Employees, well, you can always hire a few more. If you lose a few single-man mechas because of them, that would be a huge loss once any damage occurred.

"Click."

Anderson, the duty officer, turned off the monitor in front of him and walked to the mechanical clock in the center of the observation station. This piece, which they jokingly called the "antique," a product of the last century, has now become the last means of communication in the airspace.

Just moments ago, their communication was completely cut off by the storm, and to warn those colleagues buried in work, they had to use this rather primitive method.

Anderson pulled the bell rope with a certain religious solemnity, one long and two short, repeated three times.

"Dong——"

The sound of the bell resonated through the underground tubes throughout the facility, and soon, people boarded the simple escape pods, leaving the satellite where they had worked for years.

It's laughable to think, if not for this disaster, they might never have saved enough to visit family on the surface even once in years.

This storm has inadvertently given them a long vacation.

But they'd rather not have this vacation because the disaster is too terrifying.

Outside the escape pod, one could see a giant eye slowly opening at the center of the swirling dark clouds — it was a pupil formed by billions of flickering plasma balls, each reflecting different scenes of destruction: cities burned to ashes by electric flames, black oceans paved with mechanical debris, mountains of corpses and seas of blood drifting among space station remnants.

These were not illusions but events that had actually happened before.

The officers trembled slightly, closing their eyes.

Even though they were proud "Nest City Police Officers," holding considerable social status, backed by the Nest City Council, and usually arrogant, not caring about most people...

But now, in the face of the storm, they were like ants, only able to kneel reverently.

They even envied the prisoners on the Floating Island, after all, with the island's defensive measures, the prison was currently the safest place within the range of the Lightning Storm.

...

"External communication has been completely severed, huh."

Inside the Floating Island, Mokaka looked at the increasingly frequent lightning strikes in the sky and said softly, "Even the Ethernet can't be logged into anymore."

"No wonder some have said before that all super disasters carry some traces of the forces of the Death Domain because only the Death Domain can completely sever the signal of the Ethereum Network."

"Now, we are completely isolated."

"However, that being said..."

She lazily turned her head to the side, looking at Yun You.

"Wu Ming, how do you plan to take me back to the surface?"

"We're near the Kármán line here, at least ninety kilometers from the ground, so apart from taking the space elevator, there's only riding a mecha or a large drone."

"But in a lightning storm, those won't be much use, right? So I'm curious what method you'll use to get me out."

"Uh..."

Yun You scratched her head and said softly, "You don't need to worry about that; I have my ways."

She couldn't exactly say that her plan was to have the Red Scale Giant Claw hold Mokaka and then free-fall, right...

Even though this method was proven effective and safe through her and Old Jin's calculations, given the proven hardness and shock resistance of the Red Scale, and considering both their weights were only thirty to forty kilograms, the force wouldn't be too terrifying even if they reached terminal velocity...

But whether Mokaka herself could accept it was another matter.

"Tell her at the last moment."

Yun You thought silently.

When it comes to the point where they must leave, Mokaka would have no chance to protest, only obediently lying in the claw before being free-fallen.

As for the others... once Yun You lands safely with Mokaka and gains control of the space elevator, she can bring down as many as she wants.

"Hmm... it somehow feels a bit unreliable."

Mokaka tilted her head, picked up a piece of jerky, and began to nibble.

"However, given how much you've helped me, Wu Ming, I'll go with your arrangement."

"As long as it doesn't involve jumping straight off the island with me, I can accept it."

"..."

Yun You didn't dare make eye contact with Mokaka, only humming to herself to cover up her awkwardness.

Fortunately, Mokaka didn't continue to ask, otherwise, Yun You would have had to make up a bunch of reasons again.

"Xiao En! En!"

A few minutes later, Mokaka finished off a can of jerky she was holding, and, still unsatisfied, she called Tian En loudly, wanting Tian En to bring her some more snacks.

But for some reason, Tian En, who usually came at her call, didn't respond immediately to Mokaka this time, instead poking her head out of the tent after a moment with a drooping expression.

"Lady Mokaka..."

Tian En indeed looked exhausted, with thick dark circles under her eyes, her voice weak.

After several days without rest, exerting herself with both playing and serving Mokaka, even an Apprentice Death God might not withstand it. For Tian En, a newly adult girl, it was naturally overwhelming.

But out of respect for Mokaka... or more accurately spoiling her, Tian En still dragged her tired body, slowly making her way toward the warehouse.

Seeing this, Yun You frowned slightly, remaining silent for a moment before softly saying, "Mokaka, don't push Tian En too much."

"Can't you see she's really tired?"

"Uh..."

Mokaka was slightly taken aback, but didn't think much of it, saying casually, "If she's tired, she can just tell me. It's not like I'm not allowing her to rest."

"If they don't tell me what they want, how would I know? I can't read minds."

"Besides, I don't have the energy to deal with those trivial matters. I still need to oversee the whole camp."

Saying that, she picked up her tablet and started playing her game again, not taking Yun You's suggestion to heart.

Seeing this... Yun You sighed softly.

Her previous guess was indeed right.

Mokaka is still too self-centered.

She won't take the initiative to care for others, or rather, she doesn't have the awareness to do so in her current state.

All she cares about are her own thoughts.