"Still working, huh?" A man in his sixties chuckled as he walked over to the girl underneath a huge truck.
Lucy rolled out and sat up. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her forearm, then exhaled as she dropped the spanner.
"Everyone that has tried fixing her has failed." The man folded his muscular arms as he gazed down, meeting her gaze.
"I know that. I also know it can be fixed. I mean, look at this thing." Lucy slammed the truck's steel frame. This truck had several tires and a huge tortoise shell on its back.
It was a monster made from dungeon materials and the brilliant minds of Earth's engineers. Although it consumed a lot of cores, with the rate of dangerous terrains in dungeons, this was the perfect vehicle, especially now.
