[color=f7941d]"By the time I arrived here, everything had already happened. So what I know is mostly hearsay."[/color] Burner2137 cleared its non-existent throat before resuming. [color=f7941d]"They said a figure who called itself Savior's Apostle had been coming into this scrapyard. They would come to perform some sort of sermon, and the few lucky followers would have their bodies rebuilt anew and then taken somewhere else. Some said Feendz simply didn't like someone taking out his property and riling them up, some others said Feendz overheard their sermon and realized the value of the disc."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"I'm not sure about the other details. Someone from the deeper part of the yard probably knows better than me, but I also heard most of them went feral after Feendz attacked the apostle, so I won't recommend you going there."[/color] Burner2137 didn't stop talking even as Leif approached the masked figure. Needless to say, the robot's chattiness made it impossible for Leif to sneak up on anyone.

Digging around in the nearest pile, Leif unfortunately didn't find any disc. He did find something interesting though. A thick glossy paper with a photorealistic image of a bronze cog with blue splatter across it. The small poster was too high-quality compared to most printed materials in Widersia. In fact, the material feels like something he would find back in his previous world.

[Skill check - Language: Analog]

There's also some other symbols that look like random shapes and squares, but Leif couldn't decipher any of them.

Seeing the goblin bolting away, the masked figure attempted to chase him. Yet one of their legs accidentally stepped on the edge of their cloak and sent them stumbling onto the ground. The beaked gas mask fell off and sent a few feet away, revealing the female elf from before behind all that.

[color=bc8dbf]"M-my golem core..."[/color] She whimpered in defeat as she watched Zetmit vanish from her sight.

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Having successfully run away from the masked figure, the goblin found himself deeper in the yard. He would notice a thin veil of blue-tinted fog hanging in the air. Scuttering on the junk piles around him were several small-sized robots seemingly pulling various materials from within the pile. Each of them was no bigger than Zetmit's head. Their bodies were made from household appliances like toasters, blenders or table fans with a few limbs made of steel pipes or wires attached rather haphazardly. It was a wonder why such crude creations were capable of moving.

One of the small robots managed to pull a fairly intact iron pincer four times its size from the pile. The momentum sent the robot falling onto the ground, followed by the pincer that fell right on top of it and crushed its legs with the weight. Seeing this, the other small robots gathered around the pincer and lift it together with cooperation and coordination that would rival working ants. The pincer was carried away even deeper into the yard while the crushed robot was left alone, it drags its broken body back into the pile, using its noodle-like wire limbs to slowly dig through the pile. Zetmit could see a nearby sign in the direction where the robot went, barely standing, with two words written on it: The Pit. Alternatively, he could see another way to go. There was no sign around it, but he could hear a constant loud thumping beyond, with the painful noise of metal grinding against each other in between.

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