He thought for a moment and said:
"How about calling it 'King of the Wilderness'?"
"It sounds alright, but it reminds me of a certain type of show..."
"What comes to mind is a bald man."
"Let's put it on hold; it's rather ordinary."
Upon hearing that the " Good Times Don't Last " plan had also been rejected, the " Shit Appraisal Master " laughed twice and said:
"Is it my turn again?"
He paced a few steps in the space on the first floor of the fortress, then suddenly pointed his index finger upwards—
I have a plan!
Tell me about it?
"Whom are our fortresses, or rather our war machines, meant to be used against?"
" Blood Corpse?"
"That's right, vampires."
"So what?"
"So isn't this also a kind of 'Demon Slayer Zero'? Why not just call it 'Demon Slayer Zero'?"
"Where is the 'blade'?"
"It doesn't matter. Didn't the strongest fighter in the original work also use a sword?"
Listening to the confident tone of the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], the two judges fell into deep thought.
"What, is my name bad?"
"It's good, but it feels like something's missing."
"What exactly are your demands? You might as well just say it directly."
"We just discussed it on the rooftop, and we feel that if we want the fortress to live a long time, we need to give it a humble name that is both imposing and easy to pronounce, so it will be easier to take care of."
Why didn't you say so earlier? Let me think about it some more.
After racking his brains again, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] finally shook his head, indicating that he had no ideas for the time being.
The three of them then turned their attention to the contestant "[ Good Times Don't Last n't Last Long]", who had not yet spoken in this round.
He rested his hand on his chin and hummed in agreement for a moment before saying:
"It needs to be imposing yet easy to raise; I've come up with a solution."
"Speak quickly!" ×3
Seeing the three people's expectant gazes, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] said:
"How about we call him the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess!"
"Hiss..."
The three of them gasped in unison.
Not only does it have an imposing presence, but it also sounds hilariously cheeky, as if you're about to go to jail.
Considering the common trope in many works of art where the comedic relief characters are often immortal, the three felt that the name "[ Good Times Don't Last Long]" was indeed excellent, even their rival "[ Shit Appraisal Master ]" admitted that he was inferior.
So, after the unanimous approval, the name of the first ultra-small mobile fortress was officially decided: this!
After traveling five miles, the fortress came to a stop. [ The Shit Appraisal Master ] picked up an unactivated Stability Anchor, got out of the vehicle, and began "planting trees."
Previously, the fortress didn't need to stop every five miles. The " Shit Appraisal Master " only needed to grab a vine to attach himself to, and like Spider-Man, he could jump down to Planting the vine, then climb back onto the vehicle. His movements were incredibly agile.
But this time was an exception, because in addition to planting Stability Anchor, the four had a new task: to paint a loud and imposing name on the side of the fortress.
The cargo area is located at the rear of the first floor of the mobile fortress.
The two, seeing that their Good Times Don't Last short-lived, rummaged through the pile of clutter in front of them and quickly found a small bucket of pigment extracted purely from plants.
Judging from its color and texture, this stuff is probably made from Scarlet Millet juice with some thickener added.
"Why did you bring this with you?"
Looking at the small bucket of paint and a small brush, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] asked in astonishment.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He smiled and said:
"I'm worried there might be situations where we'll need to mark the rocks or rock faces."
"Truly prescient!"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He took the paint and said:
"I'm the tallest, I'll do the cleaning."
"Good."
A minute later, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who had just finished setting up the Stability Anchor not far away, clapped his hands with satisfaction and turned around. A dozen steps away, he could see four large, bright red characters on the side of the fortress—
[ King of Fall Resistance, I Guess ]
"Um?"
The interior of the ultra-miniature mobile fortress King of Fall Resistance, I Guess".
The four sat silently in their respective positions, while the fortress steadily moved forward.
After what seemed like an eternity, someone finally couldn't hold back and let out a sound of choking on their own saliva while trying to suppress a laugh.
"Pfft, cough cough, hahahahahahahahahaha."
The first one to break down in laughter was the instigator [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes's ].
After successfully securing the paint using his height advantage, he immediately pulled off a major stunt for everyone.
By the time everyone realized what had happened, the paint had already dried in the wind.
His smile made the other three laugh along. After a while, [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] covered his face and pointed at [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]:
"This guy is so wicked. We all thought he was the 'King of Drags,' but he thought differently. And he didn't tell anyone, and in the end, he pulled off this huge mess."
The phrase "[ Good Times Don't Last ]" implies a slight regret while laughing.
"I knew it wouldn't be anything good when he volunteered to do the work."
[ The Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] seems to be deep in thought:
"If we can get back this time, shouldn't we reinforce the fortress's armor?"
"Why?"
"Of course, it's to better match the name."
How could you accept it so quickly?
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] covered his face, expressing his helplessness, while [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] chuckled wickedly before defending himself:
"We have glass cannons, so what if we have metal turtles?"
After a burst of laughter, the fortress continued its advance.
A moment later...
"Did you hear anything?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] Suddenly asked.
"No, you heard me?"
"Yes, it sounds like a human voice."
"Are you kidding me? How could there be... in the Wilderness of Chaos?"
"Help! Help me!"
A clear cry for help reached the four people's ears. They were stunned for a moment, then rushed up the stairs to the platform and looked around.
They were currently traveling through a desolate desert, devoid of even weeds, surrounded only by sand and rocks.
But now that they were standing high up and could see far, they could clearly see that just a few dozen meters away, behind the low slope, there seemed to be an area with a slightly different texture.
The ground there looked even smoother, almost shimmering in the sunlight.
After squinting and observing carefully, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] suddenly exclaimed:
It looks like quicksand.
"Quicksand?"
"It's that kind of quicksand in the desert that can swallow you whole."
As he explained, he went down to the control room, then suddenly turned a corner and drove towards the low slope.
"So you're planning to save him already?"
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] inquired with doubt, to which the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] replied:
"Perhaps it's an opportunity for us, like Silvis? In any case, let's save it first, and if it's the enemy, we'll just throw it back."
"Good idea."
The three people on the rooftop quickly went into full gear, while one of them below accelerated and turned at full speed.