Gu Yuena's Chicken Legs Ignite the War! Poseidon Gives Up: I Can't Beat the End Dragon Anyway.

It fell in the morning, kept falling in the afternoon, and still fell at night. It continued into the next day.

Without the sun, there could be no melting snow.

The roads were gradually covered, and the ice grew thicker and thicker.

The carriage wheels began to slip, and the packhorses transporting food would fall if they were even slightly careless.

In just two days, a journey that had originally taken only half a day now required an entire day.

On the fourth day of Eternal Night, something truly unsettling appeared.

Outside Holy Radiance City.

Morris crouched in the farmland, using his stiff, frozen hands to pull aside the snow.

One layer.

Two layers.

Until the wheat beneath was exposed.

His movements stopped.

The wheat shoots had already turned black.

They weren't merely a little frostbitten. Vast swathes of them had lost all vitality.

The sun had vanished, temperatures had plummeted, and all light had been cut off.

Even if these crops had once been enhanced with Soul Power, they couldn't defy the most fundamental laws of life.

The assistant beside him watched Morris's expression grow increasingly grim and said quietly:

"Chief Steward, actually... it isn't that serious. There's still last year's grain in the warehouses."

Morris didn't look up.

"How many people can it feed?"

The assistant froze, then hurriedly opened the ledger. Its pages rustled loudly in the cold wind.

"With normal rations..."

He looked for a while, and his voice gradually lowered.

"If we supply only the nobles and the city defense army, four months."

Morris raised his head.

"What about the commoners?"

The assistant said nothing.

Morris stared at him.

The assistant lowered his head.

In truth, there was no need to answer.

In an era like this, when even food itself had become a