A few months have passed since Maximus escaped his base.
[Wanderer: Host, there's a group of Tier 4 monsters located 170 kilometers away.]
"Damn it, can't these monsters give me some peace?" Maximus cursed.
"Go ahead, inform the collection robots to evacuate," Maximus ordered.
[Wanderer: Understood, host.]
While the collection robots were evacuating, Maximus reminisced about the past few months.
Maximus didn't know what had happened, but after he crossed the three-year mark, it seemed like this world had started to move.
Yes, move.
It was as if there was some sort of tracker on him that attracted monsters.
And it wasn't just undead; various kinds of monsters were after him.
To collect materials while moving, he had even modified mechanic and construction robots into collection robots.
These robots would scan and gather materials as they moved.
