The Ones Who'd Survived on This Calamity-Ridden Continent Were, Sure Enough, No Pushovers

Murphy made a promise he couldn't possibly fulfill yet.

He only had this one set of Warmaster-class power armor. It was a gift he'd picked out for his own twentieth birthday, so of course he couldn't just hand it over to the players.

But Handsome Murphy didn't feel guilty about it. He wasn't deceiving his innocent, adorable players.

Eden was still delving into the information in the Wayfarer Ruins' database. They hadn't found the exact coordinates yet, but before he set out for the battlefield, Murphy had received confirmation that there was another military-controlled zone in the Darklands under the jurisdiction of the Eden District Administration Committee.

The transport airship that had crashed in the ruins had been headed there.

In other words, if they could find a prototype power armor in the ruins, then there was a good chance they could find something similar at an official military site in the Eden District. As Lord Pahen had said before, the Darklands hid many official Eden District warehouses.

The cataclysm that ended the Golden Age had reshaped the entire surface of the world, but its impact on the underground world had been nowhere near as great. This was, therefore, a confirmed fact.

The little players would definitely go there eventually. Vilancer had already begun handing out the side quest "The Good Old Days of Mejewa" to the radium-cobalt-berylliums who'd raised their personal reputation with her to "Revered."

The quest's destination was Mejewa City in the Eternal Rift. Its first step was to help the Weaver of Fate return to her destroyed homeland.

The Eternal Rift was the region connecting the Darklands to the surface. Once the players reached it, they'd be close to the power armor reward they so desperately wanted.

Besides, Murphy had only promised to give them a