If Tank's strange encounter were adapted into a light-and-shadow projection, countless people would probably curse it for being absurd wish fulfillment, completely detached from reality.
But reality was often far more melodramatic than imagination.
The undeniable fact was that Tank's mech, whose specific parameters had yet to be calculated, had become a genuine defensive mech.
Previously, the only defensive mech had been the Steel King piloted by Tank, a member of the Flying Dragon.
Now there was this second Berserker... If Tank could make good use of his verbal taunting skill, it would probably produce effects beyond imagination in certain places.
Ignoring attacks, absorbing kinetic energy, returning it with added force...
The mech from the ruins truly possessed functions beyond imagination.
Tank piloted the Berserker, trudging unevenly toward the outskirts.
This mech had been produced by these ruins and seemed to possess a certain exemption from the ruins' rules. Though its still-functional radar remained heavily suppressed, it could at least provide Tank with most of his field of vision.
Only...
"This is worse than relying on my go-with-the-flow walking method. This map... What difference does it make whether I look at it or not?"
In his field of vision was nothing but green, towering hundred-meter trees stretching endlessly beyond sight.
There were no directions at all, nor could he obtain the coordinates of his own warship.
As for taking off...
Forget it. A man had to know his limits.
When Tank became the first to leave the ruins, some changes seemed to occur within the Light Ruins.
Those beams of light began to move slightly.
At first glance, they looked as though they were naturally shifting with the sunlight.
But once the colors of the beams were taken into account, it became rather eerie.
Especially when certain passages