The man and woman who emerged from the rift in time and space were none other than Fenric and the liquid-metal robot, Nami.
"Master, we've arrived. The year is 2029."
Fenric didn't need the reminder. One look at the desolate landscape around them told him they had successfully reached the future.
Staring at the ruined city before him, he suddenly laughed.
This was it. This wave would definitely earn him a super-god evaluation.
Because in this world of 2029… there were countless Terminator robots—more than enough to secure his place as a super god.
"Nami, which city is this?"
"Los Angeles."
Fenric froze for a moment.
Los Angeles. He remembered being here before his crossing. To think that this wasteland was once the bustling city he knew—it was hard to reconcile the two.
"Master, code name 'Six-Four-Three,'" Nami suddenly said. "A reconnaissance aircraft is approaching."
"Oh?" Fenric remained calm. "Ignore it for now. What's more important—find me some clothes."
At the moment, his body was completely exposed, and he had no interest in streaking across the apocalypse.
Especially since his keen senses told him there were eyes nearby, watching from the shadows.
"Nami, don't stay bare either. Turn yourself into something more appropriate."
Without hesitation, Nami's liquid-metal form shifted, wrapping her curvaceous body in a sleek leather suit. It clung tightly, enhancing her already striking figure.
"Buzz…"
A deep roar echoed overhead.
A strange fighter jet appeared on the horizon, racing toward them at high speed.
Clearly, Skynet had detected the time-space fluctuations here and dispatched a scout.
To avoid unnecessary slaughter, Fenric asked, "Nami, are there humans onboard?"
"No life signs detected."
"Good." Fenric nodded.
The fighter closed in. The moment its sensors locked onto Fenric—still standing bare in the ruins—it opened fire without warning.
"Da-da-da-da-da!"
The Gatling gun roared, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Fenric sighed. "Shoot first without a word? How unfriendly."
He raised his hand and struck the void with a single palm.
Buddha's Palm!
Invisible force surged.
The fighter jet was crushed midair, ripped apart like paper, and detonated in a fiery explosion.
Boom—!
Scrap iron rained down, scattering across the ruined street.
That strike had only used forty percent of his strength.
The full might of the Buddha Palm consumed too much energy—Fenric wouldn't waste it unless absolutely necessary.
Even at less than half power, it was more than enough to annihilate a fighter jet.
A system notification chimed in his mind:
You killed the Terminator T-600. Task progress: 1/2!
You killed the Terminator T-600. Task progress: 2/2!
You killed the Terminator T-800. Task progress: 3/2!
You killed the Terminator T-800. Task progress: 4/2!
The fighter had carried four Terminators. All were obliterated in the explosion.
One palm—four kills.
Any ordinary person would have collapsed in shock.
Nami, however, showed no reaction. She was a robot. Surprise wasn't in her design.
The same could not be said for the girl hiding in the nearby ruins. She stared wide-eyed, her breath caught in her throat.
Fenric's gaze swept toward her hiding place.
"You little mouse," he called out coldly. "How long do you plan to cower there? If you don't come out, I'll bury you under that rubble."
The girl's face paled. She hesitated but finally stepped out of the ruins, trembling slightly.
Running was impossible. Someone who could swat a fighter jet out of the sky barehanded wasn't someone she could escape.
At the same time, curiosity flickered in her eyes as she studied Fenric and Nami.
Fenric instinctively covered his waist with his hand.
"Hey, kid," he said bluntly. "Got any clothes I can wear?"
The girl was dirty, her face smeared with soot, her body wrapped in tattered rags. Fenric couldn't even tell if she was a boy or a girl.
She gave a small nod. "There are some."
"Good. Take me there," Fenric replied immediately.
The girl hesitated. "Sir… can you promise you won't hurt us?"
"Of course." Fenric smiled gently. "I'm human, just like you."
The girl's wariness wavered. To her, robots were the true monsters. Humans, however… she hadn't seen another living one in years.
"Then… please follow me."
She turned and led the way. Fenric and Nami followed.
Along the path, Fenric spotted a torn rag on the ground. With a flick of his mind, it floated to his hand. He tied it loosely around his waist—barely enough to cover his vital parts.
Eventually, the girl led them to the basement of a half-collapsed building—her camp.
The moment they entered, Fenric's sharp senses picked up an argument from inside.
"We've got no food left! Even the rats in this city are gone. If we don't leave, we'll starve!"
"And go where? Those damned machines are everywhere!"
"We should join the Resistance. I know where they are."
"No—we'd never make it alive."
"Damn it! So we just sit here and wait to die?"
Fenric's face remained impassive. He wasn't here to meddle in anyone's quarrels. He just wanted clothes.
"Father, I'm back!" the girl called loudly. "And I brought two friends!"
Her words froze the voices inside.
Moments later, a group of survivors stepped out of a side room, their gazes locking onto Fenric and Nami.
Nami's cold beauty and perfect figure drew every eye in the room.
Several men's gazes darkened, their eyes filled with greed as they lingered on her body.