Pfft.
Sitting in the slightly darkened cabin, Su Mo faced the sea and gently lit a candle, sticking it into the cake before him.
The cake was plain, without any flashy decorations. The number 28 was simply carved into the smooth layer of cream.
It was the birthday gift Zhang Min had specially prepared before leaving, after he had accidentally let the secret slip that night.
Whoosh.
Su Mo quietly blew out the candle and closed his eyes.
Without realizing it, this is already my third year since I came to the Wasteland, he calmly thought.
Six months in the real Wasteland, twelve months in the White Sand Ruins, and another nine months in this ruin.
Twenty-seven months had passed, far exceeding two years.
Although compared to the humans who had spent nine years in this ruin world, he was still somewhat "young."
But as far as Su Mo himself was concerned, what he had endured was already several times more than the humans outside had experienced.
The pressure weighing on his shoulders had never lessened. It had only continued to grow.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and wolfed down the entire cake.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Su Mo picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth clean before placing the cake plate in the corner.
"Who is it?"
"Lord Su, it's me, Zhou Xun."
"Come in." The cabin door opened, and the sturdy Zhou Xun walked in, carrying a thick stack of documents.
"My lord, these are the latest research materials sent from the territory. Dean Yan Xiaqing even added some notes, saying that you should read them as soon as possible and give them some feedback so they can begin the next stage of their work."
"That fast?" Su Mo raised