The battle was already over.
And it had ended in a complete Alliance victory.
In the square of Fortress Town, Standing beside an armored vehicle, Name Hard to Pick switched off the visual battlefield guidance system on his tactical goggles. He took off his helmet, looked around, and suddenly could not help sighing.
"...Unbelievable."
Nirvana, standing beside him with a rifle in his arms, gave him a curious look.
"What's unbelievable?"
"That more than twenty thousand people once lived here." Name Hard to Pick's gaze fell on the playground equipment at the edge of the square. Rust-covered horizontal bars and slides stood there, proof that the people here had once known happier days.
Life in the wasteland was harsh, but it was not nothing but struggle.
Nobita Too Poor, who had remained silent until then, curled his lip.
"Psh, the little place I'm from had millions of people."
Name Hard to Pick clicked his tongue. "Can reality even be compared to the wasteland?"
Nirvana laughed and teased him.
"Haha, shouldn't you be asking whether a game can be compared to reality?"
As if recalling something, Name Hard to Pick spoke again.
"Come to think of it, considering how realistic this game has been so far... those twenty thousand people must have existed, right?"
Nirvana said, "Maybe. Why?"
"Nothing." Name Hard to Pick fell silent for a moment. "I was just wondering... where did they all go?"
Fang Chang had thought there would be a hard fight after entering the shelter, but he had not expected the other side to surrender the moment he reached the entrance.
"I surrender!"
Looking at the power armor at the door and the exoskeletons standing behind it, Alzu raised both hands without hesitation.
Without a doubt, the people in the surveillance room had opened