"Come! This is your new weapon! Please take it!"
In front of the forging hut, the enthusiastic bald Forging Master Seruo thrust a long staff into Su Ming'an's hand.
Su Ming'an took the long staff, still paying attention to Noel's expression.
He remembered what Noel had said to him an hour ago.
...
"Su Ming'an. I had discussed with the children to implant them with powerful mechanical bodies to make them stronger, and they agreed with me."
"And those adults, full of so-called 'moral values,' think it's enough for the children to stay innocent, unaware that such children would have no chance of surviving in the world a year from now."
"If they can't get stronger, with their frail bodies and unimportant status, they'll become cannon fodder in the instance. A few of them might even become targets for certain perverts seeking harm. A year later, what awaits these children is death amid the crushing fires of war."
