In the war-torn city, a small squad of mercenaries and a "civilian" moved through the streets under the cover of the surrounding buildings. They kept away from the ongoing firefights, and the occasional gunshots they heard sounded distant. The journey seemed as though it would be peaceful—at least for now.
Nolan glanced back at the "civilian." Carrying the dead blonde girl on his back, he had followed the group on foot for a long distance without falling behind. She didn't know whether to admire this natural human's stamina, admire his determination—or curse this damned world.
"I said he wouldn't last a kilometer," one mercenary muttered to his companion. He was one of the two newcomers who had gone to retrieve the weapons earlier. "Tsk. Fine, I lose this one. You're owed a meal."
His companion grumbled, "Come to think of it, that girl looked like a second-generation Evolver. It's the first time I've ever seen a natural human get that close to a second-generation Evolver."
Nolan's face hardened as she ordered her soldiers to quiet down. "Shut up and focus on the march."
Meanwhile, Hao Ren looked perfectly quiet on the outside, but in reality he was chatting animatedly with his Data Terminal inside his head. The Data Terminal was commenting on the "scandal": "Actually, this unit doesn't think this is the first time you've been caught up in a scandal. Think about that pot back home, then think about your image in Heiserana's eyes. Haven't you had plenty of scandals?"
Hao Ren had been tormented by its chatter the entire journey, and even arguing took effort now. "When are you going to stop spouting nonsense...? Instead of thinking about this garbage, can't you analyze why you turned into this? "
"This unit already analyzed it. It just couldn't find