A full year had passed since humanity from Earth crossed over into this strange world.
For Su Mo, however, his time here had been even longer.
Counting the time spent in several ruins, it had been more than three years since he left Earth.
If one merely lived the same day over and over, copying today onto tomorrow and tomorrow onto the day after, repeating the same things every day without any growth in understanding,
then three years might not change a person at all.
But if, from the first day one crossed over to the wasteland, one never stopped moving forward,
then those days numbering over a thousand were enough to bring about a complete transformation.
As the lord of a territory with tens of thousands of people, after one thrilling adventure after another and handling countless trivial matters among the survivors, Su Mo was no longer the sentimental young man he had once been.
That did not mean he no longer trusted other people and had become cold-hearted.
Rather, most of the time, the position from which he considered things was indeed no longer aligned with that of the majority.
Take the "hibernation" plan that had lasted for several months until just a few days ago, for example.
Without a doubt, players on the scavenger route had been severely weakened, to the point that their levels had remained stagnant for two whole months.
Meanwhile, the Chef Apprentice-route and mechanical-route players had been laughing themselves silly, with the average gap between the two sides reaching around three levels.
If Su Mo had only just crossed over to the wasteland and had not gone through much hardship, he would never have been able to make such a decision.
Because that would have meant that, as the lord, he would have