"This isn't right. This really isn't right!"
"This disaster only ended half a month ago. How is the next one already coming?"
The Game Panel's sudden warning poured over Su Mo like a basin of cold water, completely killing his interest in continuing to watch the ceremony for the first voyage.
Perhaps because the last few disasters had not caused much impact, and because the Wan Jing Main Competition had delayed the arrival of quite a few disasters, the players' perception of the threat posed by natural disasters had grown increasingly weak.
Yet in the previous game cycles, natural disasters had always been a heavy topic from beginning to end, and their frequency had remained steady at around half a month.
In other words, every time a disaster ended, a new fifteen-day countdown would begin.
Once the fifteen-day recovery period ended, the next seven days would be the announcement period for the next disaster.
After the announcement period ended, the next disaster cycle would begin immediately.
Such an outrageous disaster frequency meant that over a full year of 365 days, players would have to face at least ten to fourteen natural-disaster trials on average.
But at the current frequency of Wasteland disasters, there would be at most six to eight in a year—less than half as many.
"The disaster frequency has returned to normal, and the timing just happens to coincide with Spring Planting and the opening of trade routes. What awful luck."
"If only it could come half a month later!"
He boarded the energy vehicle returning to the territory.
Su Mo swung his arm and reached toward the pouch-like Storage Module at his waist, taking out the palm-sized World Cauldron.
Indeed, the world was a cauldron, and all living beings were fuel!
The current situation looked calm and