Su Mo browsed through the recent notifications about the territory and saved them one by one in the mailbox. Afterward, he used his mind to continue scrolling down the game interface.

This time, the game interface displayed the attributes of the space he was currently in.

[Record: Player Su Mo, you have entered the Secret Golden Trading Realm (Shattered). This secret realm will be slightly different from a normal trading realm because it is shattered. Please read the rules at the game interface before proceeding with exchange transactions.]

[Record: The duration of this secret trading realm will last for two hours until two hours before the next disaster strikes.]

[Record: Player Su Mo, please note that you will be automatically sent out of the secret realm before it shuts down. Please make sure that no resources are left behind. Otherwise, the game will not be responsible for any losses when the secret realm collapses.]

[Record: Player Su Mo, please note that trading realms are not dimensional interchange passages. Thus, you will only be able to exit and reenter the secret realm through the same entrance.]

[Record: The secret realm will not charge any fees, nor does it have a rightful owner. After it collapses, It will only be reactivated and available through ???.Please do not try to exceed the secret trading realm’s borders. Otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk.]

“D*mn. It’s a secret trading realm?”

As the person who helped mankind activate the first secret trading realm and maximize the benefits of welfare disasters, Su Mo was extremely familiar with these three words!

The secret realm was the reason he had successfully obtained his first pot of gold by converting his useless resources into urgent resources.

At the same time, the blueprint of Hope One was also acquired in a secret trading realm, which brought great advantages during the ocean disasters.

It could be said that without the secret trading realm, it was highly possible that humans would have never achieved their current progress nor the countless small and large human territories in the New World.

No one would have thought that there was one active.

Even Su Mo had completely forgotten about the secret trading realm after such a long time and coincidentally entered one again…

‘The scattered secret realm had lost the protection and rules which made it equivalent to providing an exchange market similar to the outside world.

”The duration of the secret realm is until before the next disaster. Assuming that the longest interval would be 504 hours maximum, that would be…21 days!

‘The secret realm can’t be regarded as a dimensional passage. So, I can only leave through the snow-capped mountain that I used to come inside!

‘The portals opened to the secret realm are completely random. It could be deep in the mountain, a forest, territory, the bottom of a lake, or under the snow. There is no pattern at all.’

After reading the notifications by the game, Su Mo sat down on the ground and could not help but sigh.

Although there were a lot of restrictive rules in the previously opened secret trading realm, these rules protected the ordinary people trying to survive in the wasteland.

In the current Gold Level Secret Trading Realm, all the enforced rules were gone, and no one knew the identity of those entering and leaving the place.

It was highly likely that the goods stolen from the Origin Territory were either transported away to another distant place by insiders with the secret realm or were sold off cheaply in exchange for something else.

No matter which of these two situations happened, it was too difficult to track them down within the remaining four days before the disaster struck!

Even if they found out which party or territory took the supplies by interrogating the smugglers, it was impossible to chase them down and reclaim the resources if the other party no longer entered and used the secret realm to transport the materials.

To a certain extent, Origin Territory had met a dead end!

‘Now, we can only pray that those smugglers didn’t steal too many supplies so that everyone can still survive the great cooling disaster that is to come.

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‘Otherwise, with temperatures below minus forty degrees, it would be a miracle for a few people to survive without supplies.’

Su Mo looked at the stalls through his binoculars for a while and shook his head, showing no interest at all.

The transaction of thousands was significant, and there were large amounts of supplies.

However, the goods currently in the secret realm would not be enough for the 30,000 residents in Origin Territory for even one day.

Moreover, many of these people were not robbers and simply came to exchange their resources.

It was not justifiable to take their supplies to fill the lack in Origin Territory.

‘One incompetent leader will bring down the whole territory!’

Su Mo cursed furiously and was angry as he recalled meeting Sun Bahu the previous day.

He finally understood how these stupid smugglers could steal the supplies and transport them out of the territory to be exchanged without being discovered.

It was a problem that could have been easily prevented by setting up a few monitoring procedures and checkpoints.

Now, he understood how something so stupid managed to happen.

Sun Bahu was indeed putting on a false pretense of a strong and mighty lord.

However, it was not because he was being forced to do it by some other force. Instead, such a mess was caused due to his need to satisfy his own ego.

Previously, Su Mo had a few doubts.

He could not figure out why the Blazeland survivors rushed to take control and seize the power of Origin Territory without cleaning up the battlefield and remaining enemies after the massacre.

He was also confused as to why these Blazeland survivors who had experience living in the wasteland did not choose to change Origin Territory for the better but instead implemented such a stupid currency policy.

This led to territory supplies being stolen and smuggled to be traded.

Everything did not match up if the ones in control were the Blazelanders that were capable of somehow surviving till the next round of the game.

However, it would all make sense if the one in control was Sun Bahu, an ordinary person who got lucky and found the weapons and equipment in ruins.

‘Tianmin was right this time. I’ve really preconceived and overcomplicated the situation!

‘The people who came out of the ruins are most likely not the Blazelanders but Sun Bahu’s team who acquired the weapons and equipment.

‘This is the only explanation for this stupidity!’

Su Mo slammed his right fist into the ground upon thinking about it and exuded a murderous aura.

It was like a child who took his parents’ phone and spent hundreds to thousands on a mobile game without any restraint.

An ordinary person would not be capable of restraining one’s desires when they suddenly gained strength without going through the process of maturing and putting in a great effort.

In the doomsday wasteland, these desires could be small in the beginning but would eventually grow over time and reach a terrifying state in a short period.

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