August 8 was a special day for everyone involved in this colonial voyage. No one would ever forget it.
It was on this day last year that they had departed from the Six Continents and crossed the ocean to the New Continent—though most still believed this place was the true Dark Continent.
The survivors had indeed endured a dark period here. They thought the dangers of the Dark Continent were probably just like this, which only strengthened their conviction.
Human settlements rarely held large celebrations, since they had few occasions worthy of such festivities.
Now, the first anniversary of the start of the colonial voyage was certainly worth celebrating and commemorating on a grand scale.
As a result, the human settlements on the New Continent were festooned with decorations and filled with the sound of celebratory cannon fire.
For now, human settlements had expanded around the Coastal Fortress and the wreckage of BW1, with one-story houses and roads being built.
After months of construction, the settlements spreading out from the two strongholds had begun to take shape. It was only a matter of time before they connected.
Gelman was looking down the slope at the settlement in front of the Coastal Fortress.
It was crowded with people, and the bustling street of merchants stretched across the settlement. It was almost like a small town on the Six Continents.
"Sorry," Chairman Netero said, coming up behind him with his hands clasped behind his back. "You only got married two days ago, and I've already called you out. You're not too unhappy about that, are you?"
"Not at all." Gelman shook his head. "Shizuku and I understand the situation. We won't hold it against you."
"Hahaha... Then I'll thank you both for understanding. I called you here because there are two things."