After finishing his conversation with Ming Wujing, Su Mo stored all the information in his Storage Space and summoned the Game Panel.
Although, compared with the threats posed by the later stages of the Death Tide, the first stage was not fatal, he still wasn't at ease about the newly established Giant Stone Territory.
It was the greatest source of Survival Points for the foreseeable future.
The better the Giant Stone Territory developed, the more room he would have to maneuver once the first gamble began.
"Is there anything else you need me to pass on?"
Ming Wujing completely understood Su Mo's haste.
With the arrival of the new version, if humanity wanted to establish a foothold in the wasteland, they could not afford to lose either of the two gambles.
At present, a large part of the pressure determining victory or defeat rested on Su Mo's shoulders.
"Mm, nothing else. Tell them to come home early."
Su Mo smiled. His laughter still echoed through the cabin, but his figure vanished like ripples on water.
When the scene before him solidified again, he had already returned to the house where he had stayed in Stone Village.
"It's almost time. This isn't the time to rest yet!"
He muttered to himself, sweeping all his jumbled thoughts from his mind.
The experience of more than twenty years in the Special Space had taught him this much.
The greater the pressure, the more he had to find a way to purify his thoughts and break complicated matters down into separate parts.
Developing the Giant Stone Territory, expanding its influence, taking in more survivors, and obtaining large amounts of Special Survival Points and Item Survival Points were the most important tasks ahead.
As for the Death Tide disaster, although it was the Ultimate Disaster