Early the next morning, at the forward repair camp of the Breeding Basin.
Whoosh!
With a faint rush of air, [Thunder King] slowly glided down from high above.
His feet had barely touched the ground when he saw a row of craning necks. Dozens of eyes stared at him with an eerie green gleam, as though he were an ancient deity unearthed from the ground.
Riot soldiers carrying heavy shields, mechanics holding biochemical chainsaws-even a pilot halfway out of a Heavy Assault Mech cockpit was clinging desperately to its roll cage, craning his head.
"Holy shit! The server's first Tier Four god is back!!"
"Dharma King! Transform for us! Let us see it, just for a second!!"
[Thunder King] was just about to break into a smug grin when a large hand clad in an alloy gauntlet pressed hard on the hemostatic gauze wrapped around his left shoulder.
"Hiss!!"
"Transform, my ass! You nearly roasted your own skin off. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"
[Vanguard Across the Realm] irritably dragged him into the tent's shadow, then turned and waved at the crowd gathering outside.
"Break it up! Are you all standing here waiting to be fed?! Logistics, get those trucks loaded. The gameplay footage will go straight onto the Guild Channel tonight. Anyone else blocking the road loses their dividend!!"
Amid laughter and groans, order finally returned to the forward position.
Inside the tent, a medic deftly cut away the charred, necrotic flesh, cleaned the wound, and applied high-purity active gel. As the cold biochemical medicine covered the wound, the searing sting swiftly gave way to the numb itch of regenerating flesh.
[Thunder King] rotated his aching arm, then bundled up several dozen pages of advancement practice records and tossed them into the management channel.
[Vanguard Across the Realm] opened