On the elevator to the airship.
With a backpack on his back, Gnome King Riches was waving goodbye to his good brothers on the platform.
"Goodbye, brothers! When I become the overlord of the Southern sea area, I'll treat you to the good stuff!"
Having heard about remnants of a space station from before the war in the Southern sea area, he had specially bought a set of diving gear, planning to try his luck there.
Maybe he'd haul up a power armor that still worked?
That'd be like instantly graduating with God Equip!
Even if it was broken, it was no big deal—as long as ten percent of the parts were still good, he could sell them for tens or even hundreds of thousands of Silver coins with ease.
Standing on the platform, Mole, the canyon escapee, smiled and waved his hand.
"No worries, I have a feeling that we'll see each other again in a few days."
