At the mountaintop.
Li Su felt somewhat helpless. He was the one doing the hunting, and he was still the one delivering the prey to the slaughterhouse. Several thousand of them helped process it, yet he was perfectly fine while they had collapsed instead.
And it was not just one person collapsing. The entire base—more than two hundred thousand people—had all fucking gone down.
Who was he supposed to reason with over that?
Fortunately, after a month, the total had already surpassed 650,000 tons, leaving less than 150,000 tons to reach the target.
At the current average of three tons a day, even factoring in two days of rest, it would take only about five more days.
One month and one week.
At least it had not exceeded Li Su's estimated schedule. Based on Elder Qi's projections, if the great flood was expected to arrive in roughly three months, then there were still about one month and twenty-three days left.
Of course, that timing might not be exact, but there would be at least another month or half a month regardless.
Thus, for Li Su, the next issue was the traitors at the base.
The base had provided its own analysis on that front. Elder Qi had determined that the other side should be in one of the subsidiary bases near a base observation station.
The base observation stations were built by the base deep within this world—following the sigmoid colon all the way upward.
These observation stations were not large, only a few hundred square meters each.
They had been specially constructed to better obtain information about this world, and had taken considerable effort to build.
So far, eight had been established.
Each was located deeper than the last.
The Nine-Nine Profound Art had been discovered through these base