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“Hey, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Adrian shouted at his comrade. But he inhaled a mouthful of hot air and began coughing.

Tristan disregarded the reckless Adrian and continued running. From their backs, the pursuit of the Desert Lunatics raged on.

The prolonged expenditure of energy didn’t affect Tristan though. As long as the armor was on, he would have a lot of endurance.

Of course, it still had limits. For example, he could run up to five hours before he ran out of gas. Then, he had to collect the world’s energy from the surroundings until his armor was full. It was like fuel and a car.

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On the other hand, Adrian only lasted because of his rigorous training before. But it wasn’t for long when the exhaustion would arrive, he knew that.

“So, you aren’t thinking anything? But I do! You see those guys, right?” Pointing at their pursuer. Before Tristan could smack the shit out of Adrian, the latter continued.

“The peaceful oasis is an unknown variable. But these guys… we can lure them to that bastard! Let them fight!”

Tristan blinked. But he couldn’t reply because they were running. He wanted to say that the Beast of West Area could regenerate from eating.

Thus, when he saw Adrian changing direction, Tristan was filled with helplessness.

Although not what he imagined his death anniversary would be, Tristan actually felt his spirit lifted by the sight of outgoing Adrian.

I wonder what happened to him… he remained positive despite the world…

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