Good Thing He Was the Domain Lord

In the final month,

Chen Fan went to the Missile Storage Base almost every day. He was not there to work; nearly everything that needed doing that year was done. He mainly went to inspect it, partly because he could not quite put his mind at ease.

And partly because he hated to leave it behind.

They had spent a whole year painstakingly building up those reserves.

Once they entered the War Mire, they would have to use them all.

Apart from that,

he went to the Strategist Pavilion.

His days followed a route between Cave One, the Missile Storage Base, and the Strategist Pavilion. He went nowhere else.

Across the Mortal Domain, everyone grew busier too.

On the surface, things seemed unusually quiet, but everyone knew it was the calm before the storm.

Once war broke out,

people would die.

The only question was...

whether the Mortal Domain had enough strength to survive this campaign.

On January 12, Year 05 of the Eternal Night New Calendar,

Hao Mao and the lord of the Sahara Continent once again set foot on the Eternal Night Continent and sat in a private room at a teahouse in Mortal City.

"These are your 200 days."

"And these are yours."

Chen Fan placed a hand on each man's shoulder. With a thought, he transferred to them the Eternal Night Continent's War Mire Survival Time.

The Mortal Domain now had 2,521 days in total.

At 3,000 days, it could raise its level cap to 29; at 5,000, to 30.

After giving away 400 days,

it had only 2,121 left.

A thought struck him: if he gave away every last day and his War Mire Survival Time fell to zero, what would happen? Would the buildings already upgraded to level 28 shatter instantly, or would their