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"How much longer can we hold out?"
"At most, a month…"
When the message was relayed back, Casola, at the very heart of the warehouse, felt somewhat bewildered.
He, or perhaps she, might be it, even they, had fallen into a dire situation.
Originally, he was just an ordinary middle-tier backbone of this place, but one day, after an unexplained self-division, the energy fluctuations inside his body mysteriously rose a tier.
"Ah, epic! The golden legend… cough, royal mutation."
Among his ethnic group, it was immediately recognized as a variant.
At that time, the entire ethnic group plunged into a celebration that lasted for three days and four nights… The reason the celebration came to an abrupt end after just a few days was not because they had calmed down, but because on the third day, a catastrophe descended upon this world.
