Chapter 132: The Madman's Resistance Part 1

In the northeast of Country C, deep within a dense forest.

A "wilderness survivor," around 40 years old, was once a discharged soldier.

His original name was Xiang Gaofeng, but in the military, he was commonly referred to as Feng Zi, and also as the madman.

Feng Zi had no relatives or friends and was somewhat of a loner. He had an innate gift for military matters, but as his nickname "madman" suggested, he often behaved quite insanely.

After many years in the armed forces, he was discharged and led a solitary life, eventually falling in love with the wilderness, which became the true refuge for his soul.

To some extent, Feng Zi resembled the past incarnation of Lin Sen—facing the Trisolaris crisis, he saw no hope for human survival.

Feng Zi even came into contact with the theories of the School of Future History. He didn't understand sociology, but he understood military affairs. The more sensitive one was to military affairs, the more acutely they could feel the gap between civilizations.

To Feng Zi, everything humanity was doing now was a futile death struggle; he had fallen into utter despair, lost in a directionless darkness.

He had considered Zhang Beihai's path but found himself unable to hide away for centuries as Zhang Beihai had done.

Feng Zi's talent was primarily in frontline combat intuition and ability—his requests for reinforcements from the future were rejected. The future did not need a madman, and this world no longer had a purpose for which he could devote himself.

The emergence of Lin Sen brought a ray of light to his search in the darkness—if there was any hope left for the future, it surely lay with the Wallfacer.

Faced with natural disasters, Feng Zi didn't seek shelter; he didn't care about his own life or death. A madman had to live up to his madness.

So what of the mighty forces of nature?

In the face of such forces, one either perishes or erupts.

These forces of nature always need someone to challenge them!

Although Feng Zi was in the wilderness, that did not mean he was unaware of the outside world; he had learned of the planetary-level storm long ago through the radio broadcasts.

Feng Zi understood that an unprecedented storm's power to destroy was not hyperbole; it was to be taken literally in the physical sense.

Of course, facing down such a force, Feng Zi had made many preparations.

Luckily, Feng Zi had found a natural shelter. He discovered a cave with a broad entrance that narrowed and deepened inside.

The hill wasn't tall—barely qualifying as one, just a mound of earth about forty to fifty meters high at its peak, but it covered a sizeable area, which was actually more suitable for weathering storms.

Feng Zi had prepared some food, water, and a great deal of warm clothing and supplies in advance. Even more fortuitously, he found a Cat Ear Cave deep inside the original cave.

The entrance to the Cat Ear Cave was flat, and inside there were a few cubic meters of space. The location of the Cat Ear Cave sat on relatively high ground, which was almost like a heavenly gift of a shelter.

Feng Zi found a thick slab of stone, processed it, and dragged it into the Cat Ear Cave. He then used tools to work on the cave entrance to ensure he could completely block it off from inside, padding the area where the stone met the opening with animal skins.

Regarding the cold, Feng Zi knew that once the temperature hit forty degrees Celsius below zero, ordinary clothing provided little protection to the human body.

The extreme cold storm could lower temperatures to fifty or sixty degrees below zero, making advanced cold weather gear and a heat source essential for survival.

In such a cramped space, lighting a fire was not an option, but fortunately, he had stored some petroleum and a microgenerator.

Feng Zi was a wilderness survivor; he had stocked up on ordinary survival supplies like medicines, cold-weather gear, food, various tools, and even solar cells and a microgenerator.

During this period, such supplies were not that difficult to come by; everyone moved underground, and everything on the surface was to be destroyed, making gathering supplies even easier.

Surviving in the wild was not as easy as one might imagine. Living in the jungle, dangers were everywhere. Not to mention wild animals like boars and wolves—the presence of random venomous insects and snakes also posed a threat to life. One moment of inattention could be fatal.

When you're ready to leave the comfortable society of humanity and enter the primeval jungles alone, you have to ask yourself.

Are you ready? Are you willing to bear the cost? This cost could be much more severe than you imagine.

The most crucial thing is, you only get one chance.

Feng Zi had moved all the supplies that could be taken to the Cat Ear Cave, and now the cave was piled high with them.

Feng Zi was preparing to withstand the planet-scale storm right here.

A day later, the storm made landfall.

Outside the cave, the temperature visibly dropped. What felt like mild weather in the morning was now approaching zero degrees.

The raging wind had started to blow, barely allowing one to remain standing.

Feng Zi stood at the mouth of the cave, gazing intently at the distant horizon.

In the depths of the sky, violent flashes of lightning streaked across occasionally, like wounds tearing through the heavens, illuminating the entire firmament with blinding brilliance.

Over ten minutes after each flash, earth-shaking booms would reach his ears. The sounds were like ancient behemoths awakened from slumber, emitting deafening roars that made one's heart tremble.

Even though the storm was still hundreds of kilometers away, one could already feel significant vibrations on the ground. If the storm came closer, what might the intensity of the thunder be?

It was hard to imagine what the center of the unprecedented storm looked like. Could one survive in the face of such celestial might?

Feng Zi too felt that he had underestimated the planet-scale storm. Any data description he heard over the broadcast could not compare to the scene he was witnessing with his own eyes; in fact, he hadn't even seen the edge of the storm.

Only by being in the midst of it could one truly feel the awe-inspiring power of nature.

However, it was this kind of challenge that ignited Feng Zi's true fighting spirit. The real test was just beginning.

Feng Zi turned and entered the cave, where the temperature had not yet been noticeably affected by the outside, but he could sense a current of air moving toward the depths of the cave.

This was because the air temperature outside the cave had dropped, causing a higher air pressure outside than inside, naturally resulting in the air flowing towards the area of lower pressure deep within the cave. Similarly, when the outside air temperature rises, the airflow would also move outward.

At first, this may seem counterintuitive and against common sense. It is also an effect of valley wind.

Feng Zi had researched the geological characteristics of this cave. It seemed to be a composite structure of granite and limestone, with relatively high hardness in these rocks.

If the cave were solely made of limestone, Feng Zi felt that his chances of surviving the storm would be near zero.

Feng Zi entered the Cat Ear Cave and sealed it with thick stone slabs.

He also laid a thick layer of padding on a wooden board, gathering all the prepared bedding, clothes, animal skins, and even an electric blanket around him.

It was not only for warmth but also to cushion against bumps, as the thunderous rumbling from the ground became stronger and stronger.

There were many items in the Cat Ear Cave, and the mere violent trembling from the storm was enough to threaten his safety.

The storm had just made landfall, and this was when it was at its strongest. As the storm moved south, its power would gradually weaken.

It was expected that the storm would last over two weeks above Feng Zi's head, bringing the most difficult moment, as he was about to face the strongest phase of the storm.

The storm's strength was diminishing rapidly due to its immense power. By the time the center of the storm reached approximately 30 degrees north latitude, it would no longer be very destructive.