There was no helping it.
The people of Tarot Villa, Lan Qingyou included, were not the sort to resign themselves to fate.
Those words had practically slapped "resigning themselves to fate" right across everyone's faces.
The key was that they could not even refute it.
It left them with a sense of helplessness.
But since Lan Qingyou, the one who knew the situation best, had said so—
they naturally had to begin making preparations of their own.
For themselves, and for their races.
Increasing their races' populations was easy enough.
They only needed to go underground and restock on Young Jormungandr.
But this Pure Magic Zone...
Honestly, it was a little difficult to handle.
In The Tower's words, a Pure Magic Zone was actually created by stacking two or more Heavy Magic Zones together.
But the problem was that even one Heavy Magic Zone was enough to stump them.
Naturally occurring Heavy Magic Zones—
were places like the Deep Sea, volcanoes, and the Snow Plains.
Perhaps the Jiaoren Race could go into the Deep Sea, Dwarves could go to volcanoes, and Titans could go to the Snow Plains.
But the other races simply could not withstand such extreme natural disasters.
And on top of that, they had to stack another Heavy Magic Zone over it...
It was simply unimaginable.
The Magician: "How did you stack together a Pure Magic Zone?"
David asked an extremely crucial question.
Indeed.
How had that person's Pure Magic Zone come about? Perhaps it could give them some inspiration.
Lan Qingyou did not hide anything, either.
After all, she had originally intended to tell the Villa members about these matters.
Relatively speaking—
the abilities of these clan chiefs far surpassed those of ordinary people.
Alisa included.
So there was no need to conceal anything.
The Tower: