1239, isn't it? Why are you bringing the whole family on an expedition? Bonus chapter for 710 monthly tickets

Players always showed incredible efficiency when they teamed up to run through a story.

What's more, the groups who'd answered the distress call were all elite players. So, by the afternoon of the day after Little Rich Bro sent out his plea for help, two airships had crossed the Castilian Strait one after the other and were heading toward the waters around Glamorgan Island.

"Damn, I was saying I'd fix up that power armor we got from the Pharaoh's Treasury and give it to my grandpa. But now that I've seen how hard it is to operate and repair this thing, I'm starting to think the old man might not be able to handle it after all."

In the hold of the second support airship, Niu Niu, fully armed, crouched beside a Pink Pear. The other player was wearing a vest and servicing their power armor, and Niu Niu occasionally passed over a wrench or a pair of pliers.

He was just like one of those kids who loved to hang around a repair shop and watch the old mechanic work on cars.

Looking at the complicated mechanical structure inside the power armor, its leg plating removed, he complained, "This thing's way too high-tech, isn't it? How did you memorize the steps for taking all these parts off and putting them back on? The most complicated machine I ever saw was the tractor back home. My grandpa was always fixing it when I was a kid.

This thing is way more complicated."

"Hey, honestly, this thing isn't all that different from a tractor."

Lying on a repair platform that looked like a skateboard, Pink Pear was disassembling and servicing the power armor's leg assembly. He grinned and said, "It might look high-tech, but once you take it apart, you'll find