"Done."
After walking a few steps, Brown suddenly stopped and stared straight ahead in astonishment.
Qin Xa and Angron, who had been communicating in secret, also stopped and cast puzzled looks at the Stone Man.
"A sandstorm is coming." Brown stretched out a trembling hand and pointed ahead.
On the horizon, an overwhelming tide of sand and dust formed a colossal wall that reached into the sky, slowly crushing toward them.
"It's just a sandstorm." Qin Xa had no idea why Brown was making such a fuss. "Even if I couldn't use psychic powers..."
Brown watched Qin Xa point at Angron.
"One is a huge brute not even five years old and nearly five meters tall."
"One is a medium-sized brute under twenty and nearly three meters tall."
Qin Xa then pointed at Brown.
"And there's a Stone Man who's lived for tens of thousands of years. The three of us could slaughter our way through a regular army. Why would we fear a sandstorm?"
Rather than calming down at Qin Xa's optimism, Brown became even more tense and terrified.
"That isn't a sandstorm!"
"All right... it is... even my vocabulary identifies it as a sandstorm..."
"But that sandstorm is made of massive numbers of nanobots. They're the cleanup mechanism of this scenario world!"
Brown gestured wildly as he tried to explain what a cleanup mechanism was to two backward 30K barbarians with the knowledge of an advanced 20K civilization.
"Remember when I told you that Nuceria Entertainment later sold the Northern Hemisphere to another company? That company made nomadic tribe simulations. Their profit margins were very low because nobody liked eating sand in the wilderness..."
"Later, that company shut down, so they hired a security company to customize an asset disposal service. That sandstorm is the disposal service. Aside