Doomsday Calendar, September 2, Year One.
This light rain, caused by the rising temperature, had drizzled on and off for more than half a month without any sign of stopping. As more and more water vapor evaporated, it had instead begun to intensify.
Fortunately, the territory had prepared in advance and dug a long river channel to divert the floods and relieve the pressure.
When the channel reached a length of 3.5 kilometers, the first wave of flooding from afar finally swept in from the northeast of the territory, following the New Continent's overall terrain.
The current was fierce, comparable to the intensity of an ordinary disaster during the previous games.
In less than three hours, it had filled the entire channel and even overflowed.
The only fortunate thing was that the buildings that had descended in the north temporarily blocked the impact of the second wave, leaving enough time for emergency work.
As the lord, Su Mo personally led more than ten thousand people in the flood-control effort for seven days. Only then did they barely withstand the subsequent impact.
But by then, the channel had already far exceeded everyone's earlier expectations.
It had reached a full—
"It's unbelievable. We actually managed to dig out this twenty-two-kilometer-long river!"
Through the thin, rising mist, Chen Shen, his face smeared black with dirt, beamed with barely restrained excitement despite his exhaustion.
The winding river flowed across the earth, coming from the distance and disappearing into the distance.
In terms of width, the river was barely three meters across. Its banks had no reinforcement or protective measures whatsoever, and even a larger inflatable raft might be swept ashore by the rapids created by the terrain.
Its depth was even more pitiful. Most of the channel was only two meters deep, with just