Persuading Them to Surrender

Before long, the Scavenger Boss arrived too, but he immediately put on a skeptical look.

"It does look pretty tasty, but who knows whether what he makes can achieve the effect you want."

"Trust me, he's absolutely the best fit."

Seeing there was no better option, the Scavenger Boss nodded at the Mekboy.

"Let him try?"

"Of course."

Miviman threw him onto the ground, then shook him awake with a few rough motions. It was hardly gentle.

"Oh, no!"

The first thing the human cook did upon waking was continue the shrill scream he had not finished earlier.

"Where am I? Where am I?! Such huge guns, such huge cannons! You really brought me to the front lines! How long was I unconscious? What have you done?!"

The cook writhed desperately on the ground, making Miviman feel as though he were a fish tossed onto dry land. If he kept it up, he might suffocate from struggling too hard.

"You were already on the front lines."

Only then did the cook notice the Scavenger Boss. The massive figure wore armor pieced together from countless scraps, his face covered in scars carved by blades and axes. Compared to the oil-soaked Mekboy, he naturally looked far more vicious.

Then the Scavenger Boss pointed toward the temporary kitchen that had been set up several dozen meters away.

"You haven't left the kitchen even once?"

"?"

Ignoring the Scavenger Boss, the fat cook stared at the heads hanging beneath the camp's battle flag and muttered to himself in a thin, intoxicated voice.

"This dream's lasted quite a while..."

"That depends on whether you live long enough to wake up."

Suddenly, Miviman's presence surged into the fat cook's mind, shattering his daydream without apology.

"...You're right, Boss!"

As he turned to run, the fat cook's