On the elevator leading to the airship.
Elf King Fugui, carrying his pack, waved goodbye to his good brothers standing on the platform.
"Goodbye, brothers! Once I become the overlord of the southern seas, I'll treat you all to the finest food and drink!"
He had heard that there were pre-war space station ruins in the southern seas, so he had specifically bought a set of diving gear to try his luck there.
What if he salvaged a usable suit of power armor?
Wouldn't that be an instant endgame set?
Even if it was broken, it would still be fine. As long as ten percent of the parts worked, it would easily sell for tens or even hundreds of thousands of silver coins.
Canyon Escapee Mole, standing on the platform, waved with a smile.
"No worries. I have a feeling I'll see you again in a few days."
He had no interest in this kind of small event. As long as the money was right, that was enough. Besides, in a few days, he was planning to fly over to Utopia City and see how the game company he ran was doing.
The battle royale game released by Skull Studio had been showered with praise on Endpoint Cloud. Recently, he had been planning to move a few more sets of skins into the game and make a killing off Utopia City's players.
Elf King Fugui said, "Damn! Is that any way to curse your brother?"
Yileina, standing beside him, said with a comical expression.
"Wouldn't that be great? It'd even save you the cost of a return ticket."
"Old Na?" Cut the Crap, carrying fishing gear on his back, glanced at him and greeted him in surprise. "Holy shit? Why are you here too?"
Yileina chuckled.
"Just here for the