The person who emerged from the combat cabin was tall, standing at a net height of about one meter eighty.
He was clad in power armor with evident repair marks. The armor sported numerous places patched up with metal skins, green in some spots, purple in others, looking both poverty-stricken and shabby.
Noland Lee estimated that he had likely run into one of those professional players who focused on exploration and reputation grinding with factions.
Since it was all for the sake of story exploration, as long as the storyline was acceptable, there was no need to splurge on equipment.
Noland's gaze lingered on the man's face.
The man's head was covered by a power helmet with a transparent glass cover, which had a searchlight emitting light from within.
The halo of the searchlight barely illuminated the man's face, which appeared to be about thirty years old, ordinary-looking, not particularly handsome but remarkably calm and composed, exuding courage.
