The weather in the Wasteland's June was as fickle as a young woman.
Sometimes it was as bright as summer, sunlight spilling across the earth and making people completely forget the misery of several months ago.
At other times, it was gloomy as winter, dark clouds blanketing the sky as the temperature plunged to around freezing overnight.
Because the calendar here lagged two months behind Earth's, true summer was still a month away. Yet that did nothing to dampen the survivors' enthusiasm and hopes for the life ahead.
The reason was simple.
First, the Punishment Disaster, which had originally been expected to deliver a devastating blow to the New Continent, had actually caused negligible casualties.
If there had been an exact statistic, the number might not even have surpassed the number of players eliminated by the first acid rain.
This unexpected result made all the players who had just migrated to the New Continent completely let go of their fear.
As the territory system developed, they began forming more plans for this land.
Second, once the earthquakes ended, the busy Spring Planting began in full swing and entered its busiest stage.
Looking down on the entire New Continent from above, whether it was the fertile Southern Fire Domain, the somewhat ordinary Western Wilderness, or the Central Holy Land, huge patches of farmland had been carefully opened up like a chessboard, all presenting a scene brimming with vitality.
As for the territory of the barren Northern Ice Field, large-scale planting was impossible. But with the support of the "All the Stars in the Sky Plan," it was no less busy than the other regions.
Under the Great Call of Ka Saint, eight million laborers poured out in force and launched an assault on the abundant mineral deposits.
This move not only