'Are these losers just camp potential spots that Prime Train dropped its passengers down?'
Carter tilted his head slightly. He was unfazed and observed the Primers in front of him.
'Primers', they called. But these looked like peasants. They wore ancient eastern clothes with no pants at all, only a bunch of cloth bundled together into what could barely be called underwear.
And the Skin System came up just as usual.
[WILD EARTH WORLD DETECTED]
[SHRINE MAIDEN ACQUIRED]
'Shrine Maiden? Maiden? Is this a female skin?'
Carter ignored the system for now and turned his head toward the Primers.
"Are you wearing a loincloth?" Carter chuckled.
The Primer flushed in anger. "Damn you, rich bastard. Live here for a few years and you understand how hard it is!"
"Mug them!" Another called.
They rushed at Carted. He was completely distracted. His eyes glazed upon the rusty metal piece they used the machetes.
'Isn't that just junk? These are poor Primers.'
