The wasteland wind carried the scent of blood as it dissipated. The Crystal Shell Giant Scorpion retreated into the gloomy depths of the canyon to lick its wounds, and the Dream-Weaving Demon Spider pulled its horrifying, jointed legs deep into the forest.
It was as if the two overlords had agreed to press the pause button at the same time.
But for Allen, this was a rare and stable period of rapid development.
"CLANK, CLANK, CLANK—"
Inside Assembly Workshop No. 1, "the fortunate ones" tirelessly transported parts.
Another brand-new Spider Slayer II rolled off the assembly line.
Allen held a freshly made drink in his hand, watching the factory's production run smoothly.
The basic survival pack his Master provided had everything. He didn't have to cook for himself in this godforsaken place; it even included snacks and desserts, adding a little variety to his monotonous life.
'This is what security feels like.'
