Tian Yuan Territory, Hope Town.
Although the electronic fog lingering over the wasteland had once again cut off the possibility of ultra-long-distance communications, the Liaison Department, the territory's external information hub, remained busy as ever.
Aside from the necessary time spent eating and sleeping, the liaison officers had to keep their Game Panels open at all other times and leave them tuned to the World Channel.
Important information always came from trivial details.
That was a phrase Gong Zhengyang, the head of the Liaison Department, often repeated.
If they wanted to keep abreast of the New Continent's changing situation, analyzing the messages on the World Channel was of paramount importance.
Through these trivial bits of information, it was easy to piece together a general picture of the New Continent's changing situation and provide powerful intelligence support to the territory's decision-makers.
In addition, monitoring and deciphering the secret codes used in chats between the various territories was also part of their daily work.
It was noon, the middle of the workday. The World Channel had fewer messages than at any other time of day, and most of the messages scrolling past were curses directed at Three Cold Springs.
The liaison officers sitting before their Work Tables were happy to enjoy the lull. They drank free Yunwu Tea and chatted idly.
"Hey, if you ask me, this Three Cold Springs will definitely break into the top three of the disaster rankings."
"Top three? I'd say tying with the Ocean Disaster for first place wouldn't be a problem. Just look at how many days everyone's been cursing it."
"First place is a little exaggerated, but I agree that it belongs right behind the Ocean Disaster."
"Huh, I caught another secret code. Write it down quickly and enter it into the database. Let Zero