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If we consider the relationship between warp and normal space as land and a parallel river, then a warp storm would cause the river to change course or flood. This would cause ships sailing in the river to deviate significantly from their normal routes, or even become lost!

According to current human observations, storms in subspace should be relatively rare and not occur frequently. Heaven knows what kind of bad luck the Mogenhe encountered during one voyage!

Joseph was not going to leave things to fate, especially with time running out. So he issued the order directly.

Chapter 639 Subspace Storm

"Increase engine power and try to get out of the storm's reach!"

With Joseph's order given, the Morgan River began to attempt a turn, while simultaneously increasing engine output...

Generally speaking, during interstellar travel, a ship's engines will not travel at their designed maximum speed, because doing so would cause great wear and tear on the engines over time, risking premature failure. Usually, they will travel at cruising speed. For the Mogen River, the cruising speed is 80% of its designed maximum speed.

"Engine output at 85%!"

"Engine output at 90%!"

"Engine output at 95%!"

"Engine output at 100%!"

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"First Mate! The tide is too strong; we can't escape!"

Joseph gritted his teeth: "Continue to increase engine output! Increase it to 120%!"

"First Mate, that's very dangerous!"

"Excuting an order!"

"Yes, First Mate!"

"Engine output at 105%!"

"Engine output at 110%!"

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As the engine output increased further, the ship began to shake violently, and the alarms in the pylons never stopped.

"Engine output at 120%!"

Theoretically, the fusion engines used in starships can briefly increase their output to 100% above the design value. However, under such circumstances, the increased temperature will place an enormous load on the reactor walls, which may cause the reactor walls to melt down. If this happens, it may result in damage to the fusion engine or even an engine explosion.

This is common sense that every crew member knows, and Joseph naturally knows it too. Moreover, he has to face more than just this problem at this moment.

With the engine output increased to 120%, the hull shaking of the Mogenhe experimental ship had become a vibration close to high-frequency shaking.

This high-frequency vibration is extremely damaging to the entire ship's structure. If it continues, it will lead to increased ship fatigue and rapidly increase the risk of the ship breaking apart.

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Five minutes later...

"First Mate, we still can't escape!! We still can't escape!!" The anxious report came for the third time.

"First Mate, the engine temperature is rising and has exceeded the dangerous level! I suggest we immediately reduce the output!"

With a sigh, Joseph knew he couldn't continue any longer, or the engine would really explode.

"Move the descent engines to 80% power," Joseph ordered. He knew that for now, they had no choice but to go with the flow...

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承和三十七年2016年4月1日22:17格兰德阿日松省留罗旺市

Rjulauvan is a small city in southeastern Grande that relies heavily on tourism. It boasts beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate. Its suburbs have numerous holiday villas, many of which were purchased by wealthy residents of the larger Grande city who come to stay for extended periods each year.

It was late at night when a Bison SUV drove along Highway 3 and finally stopped in front of a two-story villa in the eastern suburbs of the city.

The car stopped directly in the open space in front of the villa. A burly, middle-aged man with a bald head, who looked to be in his forties, got out of the car. He was humming a song as he took out his keys from his pocket, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

This is Brian Feltman, a well-known online science writer. His studio operates five well-known self-media accounts with a total of over 15 million followers, and his science popularization self-media "The Voice of the World" has more than 7 million subscribers.

Thinking of the beautiful woman he'd met at the bar earlier, Brian Feltman felt a surge of excitement. He hadn't expected that the blonde, blue-eyed beauty to be a follower of his account. His boasting had clearly piqued her interest, and the two had even chatted for nearly an hour about the information he'd recently posted on his public WeChat account regarding Fengsui Fortress. If she hadn't received an urgent phone call and hadn't had to leave, he felt the evening would have been even more wonderful…

However, they exchanged contact information before leaving, and Brian Fetman felt that his expectations would soon become a reality.

Thinking about this, he marveled at his good fortune. The information his friend at the Ravencey Observatory had given him had unexpectedly attracted considerable public attention. All day long, he had received numerous requests from media outlets to reprint it, many of which offered to pay for it. Meanwhile, thanks to the reprints and attention from various media outlets, his follower count, which hadn't grown for quite some time, had started to rise again. Born Feltman even began to anticipate that in the not-too-distant future, his flagship self-media platform, "The Voice of the World," would surpass 1000 million subscribers!

We need to step up our efforts and make this topic more popular!

Brian Feltman understood that since the "Pandia Ocean star crash incident," a large number of science fiction works have emerged, a considerable portion of which focus on interstellar wars, alien invasions, dangers from deep space, and so on. For humanity, any new discoveries or news about deep space are easily hyped up.

Correspondingly, various media outlets were well aware of the significance of this place, so when news broke that a suspected nuclear explosion had occurred around Fengsuibao, it was inevitable that some media outlets would follow up.

What made Brian Fetman even more relieved was that, on major stock exchanges around the world, deep space concept stocks, which had been rising for quite some time, all experienced stagnation or even decline. Many astute institutions and investors have noticed this, and as a result, various opinions are analyzing the reasons for the decline in deep space concept stocks.

While mainstream opinion generally views this as a correction after an excessive rise, some media outlets are pointing the finger at the very information he released, believing there must be something worth exploring in depth behind it.

It has to be said that the timing was just too coincidental!

Bourne Feltman has decided that tomorrow he will drop an even more explosive bombshell: "According to an unnamed source... a suspected unidentified flying object has invaded the frontier region of the solar system, and Beacon Tower has launched a counterattack, during which nuclear weapons have been used..."

For this news, he specifically sent some materials he had to a nuclear physicist he knew today. Through spectral analysis, it was highly likely that it was indeed a nuclear explosion. Once that was confirmed, then there were no other problems.

Chapter 640 The Uninvited Guest Arrives in the Dead of Night

Brian Feltman has already decided that although he will not explicitly state what the "unidentified flying object" is, he will imply that it is an "alien invasion." Such news will surely bring another wave of attention and may even ignite public opinion!

If the stock market continues to correct tomorrow, that would be even better! Someone will definitely connect the changes in the financial markets to their own news, thus amplifying the impact of this information…

As a self-media creator, Brian Feltman knows that in this era, to attract attention, one must learn to make sensational statements. As for the truth, Brian Feltman doesn't really care. Even if he is proven wrong in the end, it doesn't matter. He has used "hints" throughout his work, and even if he does bear some responsibility afterward, it won't be much. Compared to the social impact, it is completely bearable.

As he planned, Born Feltman opened the door and typed a message on his phone, preparing to send instructions to his studio staff to revise some wording details in tomorrow's draft...

Back home, Brian Fetman took a hot shower, changed into a bathrobe, and came out to go online again. Just then, there was a knock on his door.

"who is it?"

Born Feltman found it strange that this holiday villa was not his real residence, but only his temporary residence, and not many people knew about it, so they would not come to visit at this time.

Then he thought of a news report he had seen not long ago about a robbery that broke into the city at night. The robber had tricked a single woman into opening her house and committed the crime. So he became wary.

He found a baseball bat, held it in his hand, carefully approached the door, and asked again, "Who is it?"

“Mr. Fetman, it’s me, Justina. Do you remember me?” To his surprise, an elegant female voice rang out from outside the door.

Born Feltman was taken aback. The familiar voice quickly reminded him that it was the beautiful woman he had met at the bar not long ago.

But... how did she find her way here?

Born Feltman wondered to himself, he didn't remember giving the other party his address. Could it be that the other party had been following him all this way?

Although the other person was a very beautiful woman who captivated him, the fact that she was stalking him made him wary...

"Miss Justina, how did you find my address?" Brian Fetman asked through the door, frowning as he peered through the peephole.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but it is indeed something very important." The female voice outside the door was calm and elegant, completely different from the somewhat unrestrained female voice that Born Feltman remembered: "I am representing the Grand External Security Bureau, and there are some things I would like to discuss with you."

Through the peephole, Brian Feltman saw that standing outside was indeed the beautiful blonde woman he knew. However, this time, she was not wearing the sexy red bodycon dress she wore in the bar, but a black woolen trench coat with a silver badge of crossed swords on her collar.

Seemingly anticipating his gaze through the peephole, the woman held up an open badge and pointed it at the peephole. Born Feltman clearly saw that the woman in front of him was the one pictured on the badge. He also noticed the text and badge on the badge: Grand External Security Bureau.

This is a department that Brian Fetman had only seen in movies before, and it seems extremely mysterious to ordinary people.

However, when this document appeared before them, even the most oblivious person would know they were in trouble.

"Excuse me, what brings you here so late?" Born Feltman didn't bother to ask how the other party had found him. If it was someone from the Security Bureau, then it would be strange if they couldn't find him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? Are we just going to talk like this, with the door between us?"

“Alright, please come in, Miss Justina.” Born Feltman sighed and opened the door with a hint of resignation. At this moment, he no longer felt the same impulsiveness he had before when looking at Miss Justina. Even if he were slow to realize it, he had come to the conclusion that Miss Justina's previous contact with him was clearly deliberate, and it was absolutely not for the purpose of hooking up with him…

It wasn't until he opened the door that he noticed that, besides Miss Justina standing at the door, there was a burly man with a strong face standing next to her on the side of the door. This man was also wearing a black woolen overcoat.

“This is Agent Lebred, my partner,” Justina said with a smile, introducing him to Born Feltman.

"Hello, this is my identification." The burly man appeared quite calm and also showed his identification.

“Please come in, both of you…” Born Feltman stepped aside to let the two in, but his expression was still not good: “May I assume that you have been following me?”

"This is an invasion of my personal privacy. Even if you are from the Security Bureau, you cannot do this! I need an explanation!" After the two entered the living room, Born Feltman looked around and sat down on the sofa. He then sat down on the single sofa next to him and said with a gloomy expression.

“Our actions at this time are under the dual authorization of the UN Convention for Harmonized Control of Intelligence and Information and the National Defense Intelligence Authorization Act. Your recent actions have involved the inappropriate disclosure of important classified information. After our assessment, this could have a serious impact on many aspects of people’s lives, public opinion, and the economy. Therefore, we are permitted to use some unconventional methods. Please understand.” Justina said with a polite smile.

"This is absurd! I'm just a science blogger, how could I possibly disclose classified information!" Born Feltman spread his hands, looking incredulous. He had never imagined that he would be associated with such high-sounding terms as the UN Convention on Coordination and Control of Intelligence and Information or the National Defense Intelligence Authorization Act.

Suddenly, he stopped. He wasn't stupid; he almost immediately connected the dots to the message he was currently processing.

Chapter 641 The Threat from the Security Bureau

Seeing that he suddenly stopped speaking, Justina did not respond immediately, but waited with a smile for a while before slowly saying, "Perhaps you have already realized the problem, Mr. Fetman. On the evening of the 31st, you disclosed on your blog that your friend, André Silva, an astronomer at the Lasswin Observatory, revealed to you that 'unusual' images were taken in the Beacon Tower area on the evening of the 31st, and you showed one of them. You originally planned to release some of the remaining images tomorrow morning, hoping to use this to create hype and gain a wave of public attention."

Brian Feltman's face darkened. It was indeed him; and the "plan" this Miss Justina was talking about was almost entirely what he had revealed to her while drunk at the bar not long ago…

At the time, it was only to win the admiration of a beautiful woman...

Damn it!

Amidst his inner turmoil, he also keenly realized that the message he had sent this time, by sheer chance, had actually led him to encounter something truly significant!