It is not only the Royal Society of the Eagle Kingdom that laments that the Dragon Kingdom is ahead of its time.

On the other side of the ocean, among the universities of Tajikistan.

In the largest classroom, the largest academic exchange meeting in recent years is taking place.

The Eagle Nation's top scientists gathered here to discuss scholarly issues related to the Great Flood.

At this moment, the scorching heat of the air has invaded the room.

The huge central air conditioner was already running at full power, but it couldn't lower the temperature in the classroom.

Everyone in the room was sweating, and the classroom was filled with an unpleasant sour smell.

However, those present did not seem to feel any of this.

At that moment, it was as if their souls had been separated from their bodies.

Although the temperature is unbearable, everyone's heart is as cold as winter.

No one in Tajikistan knows better than them the terrible consequences of this climate anomaly.

Humanity is facing not only extreme heat, but also a huge natural disaster of the end of the world, the Great Flood of the last days.

Realistic footage of the apocalyptic Flood was played on the big screen.

The monstrous flood, the huge storm, like the hand of the devil in hell, tore the whole city apart in an instant.

When the Jinmen Bridge was torn apart, the seeping sound reached everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Let's click.

A middle-aged man taps on the keyboard, and the picture stops.

While everyone was still immersed in the horrific image, Professor James Hank, the convener of the meeting, spoke slowly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to tell you that what you just saw was a world-destroying catastrophe that was about to occur in the next few months."

"This means that human civilization has once again reached a fork in the road."

"This time, it is unknown whether humanity will be saved as in the time of the legendary Noah."

"Therefore, Mr. President signed the temporary decree and put us here in a hurry, just to discuss a response."

His gaze swept across the room.

After a deathly silence, a young scholar spoke first.

"I think that although this world-destroying flood is huge, her strength is not necessarily world-destroying."

"So, I think we should issue a decree to allow people to hoard resources and stay closed."

"Even though a significant number of people will die in this flood when disaster strikes."

"But according to the law of survivorship bias, there is always someone who can survive."

"Then, those who survive can make the country great again."

He spoke eloquently, as if describing a grand scene of victory.

Professor James gave him an extremely exaggerated look and thought to himself: this idiot!

The young man who spoke just now is a genius in the field of quantum research, but he is an idiot in life.

What is an Apocalypse?

It is that the entire civilized world is wiped out because of this!

Also fucking the lucky ones deviate.

At this moment, the only thought in Professor James's mind is: when the was pregnant, how could he deviate this idiot!

Before the young man's words fell, a high-pitched female voice rang out.

"I propose that the national nuclear weapons silos be converted into underground shelters."

"With the sturdiness of Tajikistan's nuclear weapons silos, it is enough to withstand a world-destroying flood."

"As long as there is enough food and water to stockpile, the people who have taken refuge in it can wait for the flood to pass and then reopen the ground."

She then presented a series of data to prove the reliability of her assumption.

After she finished speaking, everyone present nodded silently.

That's a good idea.

The only and biggest drawback is that the number of nuclear silos is limited, which is simply not enough to cover all the people of Tajikistan.

For a moment, the crowd was silent again.

All of them frowned, silently thinking about their future fate.

There was only one young man with blond hair, sipping his coffee calmly, as if he was not worried about the impending world-destroying flood.

Such self-confidence, such leisure, makes him stand out among many worried scholars.

Professor James caught a glimpse of him.

"The gentleman in seat 73, does your confidence come from your wisdom?"

"Have you come up with the perfect solution?"

The man picked up the coffee cup, raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a helpless exaggerated expression.

"Sir, I appreciate your vision."

"But unfortunately, I don't have any solutions."

As he spoke, his proud demeanor made everyone wonder if what he said was true or false.

However, he was quick to give an answer.

"The only thing I have is Mane!"

"My family heritage tells me that as long as I have enough wealth, I can survive any disaster."

"If the Great Flood really comes, even if there is no longer any land on Earth, our family can go to space, to the moon."

"In short, enough wealth is enough to keep me alive."

He spoke eloquently.

Everyone present was a black line.

"Oh, by the way, my last name is Rose."

It's the Ross family!

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Even Professor James couldn't help but look at him with amazement.

The Ross family, one of the three major chaebols of Tajikistan.

It is rumored that one-fifth of the wealth of Tajikistan belongs to their family.

No wonder this young man has such confidence.

The Ross family is a major investor in the University of California.

It's no wonder that this young man was able to blend in with California's most exclusive academic exchange venue - money can really do whatever he wants.

But there are a few people like him in Tajikistan and the whole country.

There are nearly 400 million people in the country, and no more than 4,000 people can emigrate to space and even the moon like him.

The vast majority of people will still die in the flood of the last days.

At the thought of this, the people in the classroom threw hateful glances at him.

"This is an academic speculator, a shameless liar, kick him out."

"Fack, get out."

Discordant voices rang out in the classroom.

But the young man didn't seem to pay any attention to it.

I only heard him cough.

"Distinguished gentlemen, please take note."

"The reason why you are able to exchange academics here is entirely due to our Ross family."

"And your scholarship also comes from my family."

"So, you'd better shut up!"

As soon as these words came out, for a while, the entire classroom was silent.

Professor James shrugged his shoulders and made a very helpless expression.

What's more, the entire scientific research building they are using at this moment is a donation from the Ross family.

In the face of capital, even a scientific tycoon like him is as small as an ant.