"Fuck off, running away? You really thought that one through, huh? If we were really running away, would they keep on spending money to call survivors back from other places? Are they stuffed and have nothing better to do?"
"Exactly, I think it's possible that they might be going to other survivor strongholds to seek help. I heard the monster outside South City is a Third Order creature, level exceeds 30. We're totally not equipped to deal with it at the moment."
"Sheesh, level 30? I'm only level 9 right now, nope, I've got to set sail today.
The sixty-year-old geezer living next to me set sail yesterday, I can't fall behind. Damn it, I came to the city expecting a good life, but these folks are more wound up than one another."
...…
In the central square of Blazing Plains City, at the door of the special building—the Goblin Mechanical Factory, Gu Ran strode into the factory.
Buzz buzz buzz!
