Seeing Fang Han turn hostile at the drop of a hat, the dwarf froze.
Then he hurriedly persuaded him, "Fine, three days is indeed a bit much. Then one day—one day will do!"
"You don't want to stay trapped here forever, do you?"
"As long as you pay one day of time, you can go out and enjoy a wonderful life..."
He rambled on and on.
But Fang Han acted as though he had heard nothing at all and ignored him outright.
The dwarf grew anxious. "Half a day—no, not half a day. Three hundred hours will do!"
"Just as I thought."
From the dwarf's words, Fang Han finally confirmed that the concepts of days and years in this world were completely different from those of Great Qian.
After thinking for a moment, he asked directly in his mind, "How many hours are there in a day?"
At the same time, he focused his thoughts on that rapidly flickering string of numbers.
It was both Fang Han's remaining lifespan and the currency of this world.
The numbers flickered ever so slightly, so faintly that it could have been ignored amid the normal countdown.
Then the familiar mechanical voice sounded once more.
Successfully exchanged for basic knowledge of temporal laws. Temporal sequence consumed: 60.
A moment later, streams of information appeared out of thin air within Fang Han's mind.
This world likewise had concepts such as seconds, hours, days, and years.
Yet the ratios between them were utterly different from what Fang Han knew.
"The ratio between seconds, hours, days, and years is ten thousand for every unit."
"One hour has ten thousand seconds, one day has ten thousand hours, and one year has ten thousand days..."
Though he did not know why they had been divided in such