Clearing the Tracks (1)

Junwoo and his companions cautiously made their way past the snake beastkin, who had volunteered to serve as porters, and headed toward the mod.

“E-excuse me... Are you perhaps Chikchikpokpok?”

The awkwardly approaching group spoke to her in voices taut with nervousness.

Their fingertips trembled, afraid that they might offend her and become targets for those terrifying drones or her spear.

She stopped walking and turned her head.

The mod’s face, seen from nearby, was that of a young woman, just as the rumors described, but her eyes held a chilling gaze.

Even so, her eyes widened slightly when she spotted Junwoo’s group, as though surprised.

She, too, seemed not to have expected to meet people in a place like this.

Junwoo swallowed hard and pointed at the heavy sacks, boxes, and furniture the snake beastkin were carrying.

“I-it looks like you have quite a lot of luggage! Would you like us to help you carry some of it...?”...