Time always slipped away unnoticed, but only those living relatively easy lives had the leisure to lament how quickly it passed.
For Lu Mouren, this had been a rare vacation—or rather, a period of accumulation.
"The Great Counterattack has been going on for half a year now. Heh, the reports keep claiming victory after victory, while the front lines keep retreating. They should be running out of ways to keep up the pretense soon, right? If he can keep fooling people, then I'll have to make a move too."
These past six months had probably been the six months of greatest change in this plane. Countless new things emerged every day, and tens of thousands of visitors from other worlds arrived each day.
The Minister of the Military Department had been replaced twice more. Lu Lu was still holed up in the National Defense University, but the First Batch of Sponsored Trainees from the crash courses had already become frontline officers. More precisely, they had originally been quality combatants or grassroots backbone members; the front lines simply needed them, so they underwent short-term crash-course training.
New Ancient Town had gained some fame. More accurately, Flower City served as its core, with four newly built Artificial Islands around it forming the Ancient Town Archipelago. Even people in the New Kingdom's capital had mostly heard of its reputation and specialties.
This had become a new holy land for industry, commerce, and education. New businesses settled here every day, competing and dying. Beneath the tide that sifted out the gold, the other side of its exorbitant land prices was the commercial and social value it genuinely produced.
Countless shipments moved in and out every day. This had long since become the largest Trading Ground, industrial production center, and arms factory in this world.