In that final month.
Chen Fan went to the Missile Storage Base almost every day, not to work—nearly all the work for the year was already done—but mainly to inspect it. For one thing, he still felt a little uneasy.
For another, he hated to part with it.
They had spent a whole year painstakingly building up their stockpile.
Once they entered the War Mire, they would have to expend it all.
Aside from that.
He visited the Strategist Pavilion.
His days essentially followed a Three-Point Route between Cave One, the Missile Storage Base, and the Strategist Pavilion. He went nowhere else.
Everyone in the Mortal Domain grew busier, too.
Though everything appeared exceptionally quiet on the surface, everyone knew this was a sign that a storm was coming.
Once war broke out.
People would die.
It was just...
No one knew whether the Mortal Domain's accumulated strength could carry it through this campaign.
Then, on January 12 of Eternal Night New Calendar Year 05.
That day.
Hao Mao and the Sahara Continent Lord once again set foot on the Eternal Night Continent and sat in a private room at a teahouse in Mortal City.
"Here are your 200 days."
"And here are yours."
Chen Fan placed his palms on their shoulders. With a thought, he transferred over the Eternal Night Continent's survival time in the War Mire.
The Mortal Domain currently had a total of 2,521 days.
With 3,000 days, it could raise its level cap to 29; with 5,000 days, to Level 30.
After giving away 400 days.
It had only 2,121 days left.
He suddenly wondered what would happen if he gave it all away and his war mire survival time dropped to zero. Would the buildings already upgraded to level 28 shatter instantly, or would their