Life was like a box of chocolates. You never knew what kind of sweetness the next bite would bring. Lu PingAn had truly believed that as a child, but later he discovered those chocolates probably all had a strange smell. The more he ate, the more disgusting they became.
Putting aside that kind of chicken soup for the soul, the lives of most ordinary people in an age of war were destined to be a coffee table piled high with cups—tragedies.
What wartime lacked least was bad news and tragedy. Reports of losses and deaths from all over came crashing down like sheets of paper. Television news had already stopped reporting death tolls below three digits.
Even with the Lei Pool, the Sea Beast Pool, and the defensive lines, troublesome creatures still made it ashore from time to time. If the high-level combatants among the defenders had been even a little slower this time, the death toll would have exceeded a hundred.
Money had become utterly meaningless in such circumstances. Of course not. Better military power, resources, and living areas had become things people fought over, and unrest had already begun to appear in certain regions of the country.
Something bizarre had happened: the Eastern Kingdom Coin had actually surged in value. The reason was simple and brutal. The Eastern Kingdom faced tremendous pressure—enormous pressure—but other countries were even worse off, so bad that if the news reported it directly, it would need both censorship and muting.
When supernatural legions and top-tier killers entered mortal nations, major powers with sufficient foundations could always find a way to respond after paying a sufficient cost. No matter how great the sacrifices, they could bring things to an end. But some small countries truly had no way to resist. They could only let