"Endless blood war... another war mission, just the thing to earn some faction contribution and upgrade my bloodline."
Mantou rode a fully armed Bipedal Wyvern circling above the leased territory, where the busy gamers below looked like lines of ants in his eyes. The area was filled with smoke and dust, and the rumbling never ceased, with trucks and tractors dispatched by the Mechanical God Cult everywhere.
But as a self-proclaimed "professional gamer," Mantou long disdained doing these menial tasks.
In his words, the bit of faction contribution was not worth his personal effort.
Just then, Mantou saw a familiar gleam in front of him. Looking closer, he noticed a familiar bald head reflecting the light amidst the crowd.
"Noodle, let's go over and check it out; finally, a familiar face."
Mantou patted the neck of the Bipedal Wyvern, and the wyvern descended from high altitude with a thundering landing, stirring a cloud of dust.
