Black Gloves' Work

"Time is almost up. Remember what I told you. When the robots reappear, I'll unleash a barrage of Plasma Cannon fire to sweep the ground. You must find your companions as quickly as possible and bring them here. The more of us there are, the better our chances of changing everything here."

Liu Zhi spoke with a serious expression as he faced the four men. Behind him, a large group of Spider Shield Guards surrounded Black Gloves.

The goblin had just come through the portal. Now he was staring intently at the guns in the four men's hands, as though he'd spotted a dragon's hoard. His face was alight with excitement.

The four men looked just as serious. They'd wanted to change their fate for a long time, but for years they'd been stuck repeating the same cycle at this point in time. At first, they'd tried to fight back.

Eventually, they'd grown tired of living this way. Every time they came back to life, they'd seek out the nearest robot and charge at it, ready to die.

They were going to die by the end of the day anyway, so they might as well get it over with.

Now Liu Zhi's arrival had given them hope that things could be different. The guns in their hands might not be the best solution to the problem in front of them, but they could leave aboard Liu Zhi's Yadaliate. They wouldn't have to stay here and endure the same cycle again and again.

Soon, the restart the four men had mentioned was about to begin. Liu Zhi waved his hand, and the Spider Shield Guards let Black Gloves through as he tried to rush forward.

Black Gloves immediately dashed ahead, about to say something, when he saw the four men vanish