Inside Terghai's palace.

The Lord stood up from the throne, stretched his strong muscles, and then picked up a sword placed on the right side of the throne.

This is a three-meter-long sword, forged from some unknown metal, displaying a silver-red hue.

The sword resembles a butcher knife, with a thickness of two fingers, weighing at least fifty pounds.

Terghai easily grasped the sword hilt, as if picking up a feather, and walked towards a door in the throne hall.

Besides the two-door entrance to the palace, the room has ten small doors leading to different rooms.

The Lord now walked into one of them, above which, a door with a white dot was depicted.

Inside the room was a large pool filled with silver liquid.

This wasn't water, but some kind of viscous liquid.

The Lord placed the sword on the ground and entered the pool, lying down and submerging his entire body in the goo.

Once he accustomed to the stinging sensation, he opened his eyes and saw a black void illuminated by countless stars of varying sizes.

This is—the Sea of Space-Time!

Looking downward, he saw his own fragments, next to those of his new enemy, slightly larger and brighter.

In the distance lay a vast, dark thing.

"A colossal moving island. Oh my ancestors! I can finally let you witness, a magnificent battle and a beautiful death."

A surge of joy and despair welled up in Terghai's heart. As a tribal warrior, he felt joy for the impending battle, but as a chieftain, he despaired over the inevitable doom of the Taru Race...

"Elf! Can I avoid this collision?"

Terghai, gazing at the massive black dot, asked his Shelter.

[No, you can upgrade the Space-Time Anchor's level, but you don't have enough Coin]

Well... so be it! This is the will of the ancestors!

My tribe has drifted through the Sea of Space-Time for centuries, now we can finally find peace.

He rose from the liquid, picked up the sword, and returned to the throne hall. In his hand appeared a glowing sphere, which he raised to his mouth, and spoke.

"Summon... the council members... immediately!"

Within a minute, four old creatures rushed into the throne hall, the eldest appearing extremely weak, standing about five feet shorter than the others.

They were all from the Taru Race, known to humans as—"Beastmen"!

"We come... Great Lord!"

The elderly Taru spoke in unison: "What happened? Great Lord?"

"In five cycles, we'll collide with a moving island..."

The Lord's words silenced all the elders.

At this moment, Shu spoke up: "It's not time for despair yet..."

"Do you have a plan?" an elder asked.

"Our new enemy... though I hate to admit it, that human Lord is strong! They... survive better than us..."

"Nonsense!" another elder shouted indignantly: "We, the Taru Race, have endured—"

"If the human Lord attacks in full force, do we have any options besides fighting to the death?" Shu interrupted mercifully.

The elder, his lips trembling, was speechless.

"Great Lord!" Elder Shu knelt.

"That human Lord excels at defense and strategy, yet we haven't repaired our city walls. I suggest..."

~~~~~~

Inside the Shelter.

Lin Yi was sitting at the table by the camp on the wall, asking: "Solomon, have all the weapons and ammunition from the military base been packed?"

At this time, the soldiers were enjoying a lavish meal, relaxing and resting.

Lin Yi was with them, eating more than anyone else. After all, he had killed over two hundred infected, expending a lot of Physical Strength.

"Not yet, boss! We've taken the most valuable items, including weapons and armor, but next we'll need to organize these things..."

"Understood. Once you've rested, take as many guns and ammo as possible, if necessary, enlist some civilians for help."

"Yes, boss!"

Lin Yi looked at the mountain piled with corpses below the wall, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

He was quite certain this wasn't the last wave of zombies, which meant those guns and ammunition would be of great use.

After this long battle, the soldiers were highly motivated, many leveling up, some more than once.

The majority, especially civilians, had become Professionals.

Currently, most soldiers had reached Level 5, significantly improving their Combat Attributes.

Xiaochuan Two was almost at Level 8.

Commander Solomon and Mage squad leader Piero, after defeating that bear, had also reached Level 8.

However, the boss's level remained unmatched, making him the strongest warrior in the Shelter.

The Shelter also gained a lot of Coin and biological materials, but it was too early for celebration.

"Boss! I... I came to deliver this..." a young soldier said, pulling Lin Yi from his contemplation.

Lin Yi turned and saw a soldier holding a large bag.

"What's this?"

"Sylvie Armament Officer asked me to deliver this to you, she's busy repairing everyone's equipment post-battle, so she couldn't come personally."

The young soldier caught his breath and continued.

"She hopes you'll take a look and then tell me your thoughts so I can report back..."

"Leave it here, I'll check it after eating."

"Yes!"

The young soldier clumsily dropped the heavy bag on the table, almost tipping it over, causing a sharp metallic crash.

The soldier immediately attracted Solomon's gaze, blushing with embarrassment.

Lin Yi quickly finished his meal.

He peered into the bag...

[Melanie's Breastplate, Level 1]

A defensive armor crafted on a Level 4 Weapon Smith workbench, very heavy, offering decent defense for its level.

The armor's creator was inspired by video games and streamer Melanie, thus constructing it.

[Hidden Attributes detected]

Endurance +1

Defense: 15

Durability: 70/70

[Price for selling to the shop: 5 Coins]

Lin Yi glanced at the armor, thinking: "Come on, young soldier, try on this armor."

"Huh? Yes, boss!"

The armor, including the breastplate that protects the chest, arm guards attached to the breastplate, greaves, and helmet.

Once donned, like all System Armor, it auto-adjusts to fit his shape but needed other soldiers' assistance to wear the arm guards.

While wearing the helmet, he also needed help as he couldn't lift his arms above his shoulders.

"Alright, now jump up..."

"That's a bit funny!"

"You guys, help him up..."

"Turn around, then try to swing the sword."

"Now crouch down... Okay, that's enough..."

After the test.

Lin Yi barely managed to suppress his laughter, helping the young soldier up.

This guy, clad in armor, looked like a tuna fish, even scratched by the armor.

This experiment... was far from ideal.

The soldier, in full armor, couldn't move, let alone fight.

Sure, it offered excellent protection, but it was too heavy, the whole armor weighted around fifty pounds.

If someone were to push this "tuna," the poor soldier definitely couldn't get up.

Even if he were bitten by zombies and turned into one, he'd still resemble a turtle upside down, unable to move... and trapped in place...

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