Shield Worth More Than a Person, the loudest shouter of them all, jumped down from the troop transport platform with his tower shield. After landing, he nearly pitched forward from the weight of his own shield.
The airflow carried by the bronchial Wind Track still howled behind them. Several players from the same team jumped down in succession. The last one, Life Sage, reached out to steady him and casually slapped a ray of life energy onto his armor.
"You can barely stand. Are you planning to use your head for your Second Advancement?"
"The shield's too heavy. It has nothing to do with me." After steadying himself, Shield Worth More Than a Person glanced at the panel. Only a small gap remained in his LV39 experience bar, and the sight put him in high spirits. "If anyone brings up scavenging for a Companion Star again today, I'll stuff them into the material bag. We've been at this for days, and my level hasn't gone up at all, but I've repaired my gear six times."
Ghost Blade passed by them. "You weren't saying that when you picked up that Tier Three armor plate yesterday."
"Anything that can't be sold is garbage."
"Got it. Once it sells, it becomes treasure."
As they chatted, they followed the markers left behind by the cleanup teams into a side bronchus.
This was not far from Thunder Messenger's teleportation node and still belonged to the stable cleanup zone in the upper lobe of the right lung. The main Wind Track could carry them nearby, but they had to walk the rest of the way themselves. Before setting out, they had checked the records left by other teams on the public map. This side branch was close to the Wind Track, and only one LV39 Fungus