57: Chapter 57 Typhoon Disaster

September 10th, 10:00 AM.

Chen Mo finished a round of training, climbed onto the edge of the forest on the northern shore of Olkhon Island, sat down against a larch tree, and opened his phone.

The moment the screen lit up, the red text on the first line of the trending list slammed into his eyes.

"A tropical storm has formed in the waters near Japan, expected to develop into a super typhoon."

Chen Mo clicked on it.

On the satellite cloud map, over the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, a mass of white spiral clouds was slowly rotating.

The center was not yet clear, and the outer cloud bands were loose; it looked like just an ordinary tropical disturbance.

But the data below made his gaze freeze. The enhancement speed was extremely fast; it took less than ten hours for it to go from a tropical depression to a tropical storm.

The meteorological department's forecast wording was exceptionally grim: influenced by multiple factors such as ocean warming and the increased heat storage of seawater due to the rampant growth of marine plants following the Spiritual Energy Revival.

This typhoon would rapidly intensify, and it is expected to make landfall in north-central Japan in three to four days at Peak intensity.

Chen Mo scrolled down.

The predicted figures from meteorological agencies of various countries were lined up on the screen.

The China Meteorological Administration's forecast Peak was above Level 17, while the United States Joint Typhoon Warning Center's Peak was at the super typhoon level, with maximum sustained wind speeds potentially exceeding 80 meters per second.

80 meters per second.

Chen Mo calculated in his mind.

The speed of a high-speed train at full throttle is about 100 meters per second.

Wind at 80 meters per second is a moving wall.

Flying debris would pierce walls like cannonballs, trees would be uprooted and thrown away like matchsticks, and low-rise buildings would be leveled directly.

The first great catastrophe brought by the Spiritual Energy Revival was taking shape on the ocean surface.

Two days later, September 12th.

When Chen Mo climbed onto the northern shore again, he felt something was wrong before he even turned on his phone.

The wind in the forest was much stronger than usual; the canopies of the larches were swaying violently overhead, and a large amount of pine needles were blown down by the wind, covering the ground.

The air carried a damp, fishy smell, as if the distant ocean had been transported here by the wind.

He turned on his phone.

Among the top ten trending topics, seven were about the typhoon.

The typhoon "Hato" had intensified to Level 18, with a maximum sustained wind speed of 72 meters per second and gusts exceeding 85 meters per second.

The wind field diameter exceeded 2,000 kilometers, and the central pressure had dropped to 890 hectopascals.

When Chen Mo saw these numbers, he knew that Japan could no longer escape unscathed.

A wind field diameter of 2,000 kilometers meant that the entire Japanese archipelago would be continuously torn apart.

Preliminary disasters had already appeared in central Japan. The heavy rain brought by the typhoon's outer circulation had been pouring down for two days, with precipitation exceeding 1,000 millimeters. Dozens of rivers breached their banks simultaneously, and hundreds of mudslides and landslides cut mountain roads into fragments.

The drainage Systems of major cities had completely collapsed, streets had turned into rivers, and underground spaces were submerged by backflowing seawater.

Panic was spreading in Japan.

Evacuation orders spread from the coast to the interior, but time was too short and transport capacity limited; a large number of people remained stranded in dangerous areas.

September 13th, 2:00 PM.

Chen Mo watched during a break in his training.

The light from the phone screen reflected on his face.

Typhoon "Hato" officially made landfall on the coast of north-central Japan.

The maximum sustained wind speed at landfall reached 89.3 meters per second.

The standard for a Level 19 typhoon starts at 71 meters per second.

89.3 meters per second was nearly a third higher than the threshold for Level 19.

The central pressure was 860 hectopascals, and the wind field diameter exceeded 2,500 kilometers.

The live broadcast on the screen was filmed from high ground a few kilometers away.

The signal was very laggy, and the image was intermittent.

But even in the blurry pixels, one could see the terrifying destructive power of that natural disaster.

The camera shook violently in the gale.

The background was a coastal town near the landing point.

A three-story residential building in the shot disintegrated like building blocks; first the roof was blown off, tiles scattered like paper, then the walls collapsed, the whole process taking less than ten seconds.

High-rise concrete buildings trembled continuously in the gale, their surface curtain walls stripped away, revealing the steel structure inside.

Trees fell in entire rows.

Utility poles were snapped at the roots, and sparks flickered in the heavy rain before being extinguished completely.

Seawater poured into the urban area, and murky mud water surged inland, carrying cars, furniture, and various debris.

Port facilities were destroyed, airport runways were submerged, power supply Systems were paralyzed on a large scale, and signals were completely interrupted.

Rainfall had already exceeded 2,000 millimeters.

Rivers breached, reservoirs overflowed, cities were submerged, and geological disasters occurred crazily on the scale of thousands.

Ten million.

More than ten million residents were affected.

Chen Mo looked at the scrolling disaster briefs on the screen.

Trillions of United States dollars, this was the estimated direct economic loss.

Reconstruction was expected to take ten years.

Japan's financial market had plummeted, and the chain reaction was spreading to the global financial System.

The southeastern coast of China was also affected by the outer periphery, with gales and heavy rain continuing to rage.

But the fortunate thing in the misfortune was—the landing point was in the north-central region, not the capital circle.

If the path of this typhoon had shifted a few hundred kilometers further south, hitting Japan's economic core, the loss would not be in the trillions, but tens of trillions, and it might even trigger a global economic crisis.

Chen Mo placed his phone on his knees and looked toward Beier Lake.

Huge waves surged on the lake, and the distant Taiga Forest rose and fell like grass in the gale.

He sat here, thousands of kilometers away from the typhoon's landing point, and could still feel the abnormal water vapor concentration in the air.

The majesty of nature.

When he had previously punched out cannonball-level destructive power on the water surface, he thought he had touched the boundary of some kind of power.

But now he saw 89 meters per second winds, a 2,500-kilometer diameter wind field, 2,000 millimeters of rainfall, and ten million affected people.

His full-power punch could create a cavity several meters in diameter and stir up ring-shaped giant waves on the water surface.

But the typhoon's energy was not one punch; it was tearing apart an entire country for dozens of hours.

It was not the same magnitude.

Chen Mo stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff.

The gale blew his clothes against his body, and his hair was pressed back by the wind.

He looked down at the lake beneath his feet; white waves slapped against the cliff wall one after another.

There was no fear in his heart.

On the contrary.

At this moment, his Mental Power was clear.

The lines of numbers on the system panel—12 tons of punching force, five times the Force Multiplier, speed breaking the sound barrier—these things were not enough in the face of the typhoon he saw today.

But precisely because he saw the true majesty of nature, he was clearer about which direction he needed to go.

Power? Wealth? Those things were not worth mentioning in the face of absolute strength.

After these things were stripped away, his desire for strength was even purer.

This typhoon could destroy cities, severely damage the economy, and change national fortunes, but what if there was sufficiently powerful strength?

What if one day he could disperse the typhoon eye with one punch, and be able to suppress a storm with his own strength?

That was not a delusion.

That was the strength his growth could reach.

He never needed others to acknowledge him, never needed to stand in the middle of a crowd.

What he needed was strength.

Strength was the only truth.

Strength was something that would not devalue no matter how the world changed.

Chen Mo put his phone back in his bag.

Today's training was not yet finished.

As for the typhoon, economic losses, and the chain reactions of the world pattern, those were things for the decision-makers of various countries to worry about.

He was not a decision-maker, and he did not want to be.

He was Chen Mo.

He was a person who would become stronger and stronger.