"Rumble, rumble!"
Black clouds blanketed the sky. As a bolt of lightning tore across it, rolling thunder exploded between heaven and earth.
A torrential downpour instantly sealed off the entire world.
The rainy season had finally arrived.
Well, Zhang Yang actually had no idea how spring, summer, autumn, and winter were divided in this Fantasy World.
But since it had rained only a handful of times over the past three months, and none of those rains had been so grand, he had naturally assumed that it must have been spring.
So now it was summer.
The wheat, corn, potatoes, millet, and other crops in the Farmland had been planted for two months. They would be ready to harvest in another thirty or forty days, so this torrential rain had come at just the right time.
What Zhang Yang feared was that the rain would not stop, but would pour continuously for an entire month. If that happened, he would be finished.
That was why he had braved the downpour and run straight to the tavern. He had to ask Reyn, a "local" who had lived here for five years.
Over the past few days, the Village had been working feverishly on construction, but Zhang Yang had not let Reyn and his people take part. As a result, those fellows had been living in considerable comfort.
Once people had enough to eat and lived in a safe, comfortable environment, their vigilance toward the outside world gradually declined, and their tempers softened as well. Otherwise, there would not be a saying like "when well-fed and warm, one starts thinking of desire." At times like this, their willpower softened.
For example, when Zhang Yang appeared before Reyn and the other twenty-one human monsters, he no longer saw the twenty-one humanoid beasts whose eyes