"One million tons of steel is not a small amount, even a well-functioning factory before the end of the world would need a considerable amount of time to produce it. It's only been a month, can he gather that much?"
As the day broke, five figures glowing with radiance floated in the sky like clouds, reminiscent of swallows in flight. Thinking about the purpose of this journey, Kong Ming, the adjudicator of the coastal base city, couldn't help but shift his gaze to the golden figure in front of him, and voiced his question.
"Hope Base City is not just Hope Base City. There's another sacred city near it. Not only is there a preserved steel plant, but there are also many steel mines."
