Melleica (Part III)

The ZTF knew an attacker had started an invasion in this world, but they disregarded it, thinking it was a scout.

What could one person do in a battle of millions? Especially in a second-ranked world, like? Even if someone was insanely strong, the chances of sending one should be low.

Since that was their thought process, Charles had destroyed one village, a town, and a city. Next up would be a major city that they had occupied.

With the ZTF gathering materials from this world, Charles had walked in without being noticed. When he saw this place, it was like a sweat factory.

The golems that were working here were like machines compared to the ones that were up in the less cultivated area.

Charles frowned at this sight. Working as a mascot wasn't as bad as this, but remembering the hardship that came with it had brought him unpleasant memories.

"I didn't take him the type to pity someone."