"Use This as Leverage to Threaten That So-Called God"

Several days later;

The morning mist had yet to disperse, and the streets of Korhal's cities were still filled with busy figures.

Large antigravity vehicles belonging to the Imperium of Man's Engineering Department hovered above areas designated by the Empire as slums, allowing modular homes to be precisely "implanted" into this suffering land like silver-gray seeds by mechanical arms.

Before long, a gaunt old man stood inside one of the homes, his cloudy eyes reflecting the brand-new alloy walls.

He stretched out a trembling hand and touched the address plate assigned to him—

It bore the words "Unit B-47" and still retained the residual warmth of machining.

Three days ago, he had been coughing up blood in a leaking shack. Now, he had an enclosed space with adjustable temperature, as well as a basic terminal capable of summoning medical drones.

"Grandpa, can this button really make hot water?"

The filthy little girl stood on tiptoe and curiously poked at the bathroom control panel.

Thud, thud.

Before the old man could answer, heavy footsteps came from outside the door.

Two Giants stood at the entrance.

One wore dark green Power Armor, its shoulder plate etched with the emblem of the Flame Salamanders. The other wore red-and-yellow armor, its teardrop-shaped insignia glinting dark crimson in the morning light.

Their massive bodies nearly blocked the entire doorway, yet they brought no sense of oppression. The red-armored warrior was carefully holding a box of food as though it were fragile treasure.

"Daily rations." The metallic voice came through the helmet's speaker, unexpectedly gentle. "Heat before eating."

The little girl boldly tugged at the Giant's waist armor and asked:

"Mister, are you immortals?"

"Heh heh."

The dark-green-armored warrior let out a deep chuckle and crouched halfway down so the girl could see him better.

"No,